From the moment Lana laid eyes on Elon, it was as if the entire universe had momentarily stopped. She had never believed in love at first sight—always dismissing it as a foolish fantasy, a romanticized notion meant for novels and daydreamers. But now, standing in his presence, something about him pulled her in like a force of nature. It wasn't just attraction; it was something deeper, something magnetic, something utterly irresistible.
There was an energy about him, an aura of power and confidence that demanded attention without him even trying. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself—it was as if the world moved at his pace, as though time itself adjusted to his rhythm.
After finishing their meal—one of the finest meals she had ever had—Lana braced herself, expecting what usually came next. Most men, especially ones of Elon's status, would waste no time leading her straight to their bedroom, eager to claim what they saw as theirs for the night. That was what she had come to expect from men. Their desires were always predictable, their intentions written plainly in their eyes from the moment they met her.
But Elon was different.
Instead of taking her to his own bedroom, he gently guided her toward the guest room.
That one simple act spoke volumes—more than any words ever could. It told her he saw her as more than just another woman, more than a fleeting indulgence. He wasn't rushing to take advantage of the moment. He was giving her space, showing her respect in a way that few ever had.
And yet… as much as she appreciated it, a selfish part of her wished he hadn't. A part of her longed for him to want her in his bed tonight, to desire her with the same intensity that burned inside her chest.
How could a man be so perfect?
Wealthy. Powerful. Intelligent. Respectful. And, above all, breathtakingly attractive.
His broad shoulders, piercing eyes, and the effortless way he carried himself made her heart pound in a way she had never experienced before.
She wanted Jeff out of her life.
As soon as possible.
She wanted to erase every painful memory of him, finalize the divorce, and move forward—to start fresh, to build a new life.
A life with Elon.
She could already picture it: the two of them together, side by side, growing old in peace and love. A future where she was no longer trapped in the shadows of her past, no longer bound to a man who only saw her as an extension of his ego.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the smooth, commanding voice that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Miss Lana, your room is ready. Do you need help, or can you manage on your own?"
She turned to him, her pulse quickening at the way his gaze lingered on her.
"Thank you, Mr. Elon. I'll try to manage on my own," she whispered.
Of course, she was lying.
She was pretending to struggle, hoping—no, needing—him to step in. She wanted to feel his strength, to be held in his arms, to experience the warmth of his body against hers, even if just for a moment.
Slowly, she attempted to rise, deliberately moving in a way that made her seem unsteady. She wobbled slightly, her breath hitching as she caught the brief flicker of concern in his eyes.
She knew he was watching her, analyzing her every move.
Biting her lip, she played her part perfectly, waiting—hoping—for him to take over.
And finally, he did.
Without hesitation, Elon stepped forward and scooped her up effortlessly.
His arms were even stronger than she had imagined. He held her as if she weighed nothing at all, carrying her with ease.
Lana's body pressed against his, the warmth of his skin radiating through his crisp, tailored suit. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feel the controlled strength in the way he held her.
His scent surrounded her—a perfect mix of expensive cologne, fresh linen, and something purely masculine.
She could stay in his arms forever.
But all too soon, they reached the guest room.
Carefully, he placed her on the soft bed, his touch lingering for just a second longer than necessary.
Lana looked up at him, her heart still racing in her chest.
"Thank you, Elon… I didn't expect you to be this strong," she said playfully, her voice teasing yet sincere.
A deep, husky laugh escaped his lips—a dangerous, intoxicating sound that sent shivers down her spine.
She was losing control.
Every moment spent with him only pulled her deeper under his spell. If she wasn't careful, she would completely surrender to him.
She had never felt this way before.
So drawn to someone. So utterly captivated.
Before she could say anything else, the sudden chime of the doorbell echoed through the penthouse.
Lana frowned, pushing herself up slightly.
"Who could that be?" she asked, confusion flickering across her features.
Elon's expression remained unreadable. His jaw tightened slightly as he turned toward the door, as if he already had a suspicion.
And then, the worst possible scenario unfolded.
The moment the door swung open, Jeff was standing there.
His voice trembled as he spoke, his words filled with desperation. "Elon, please, don't trust this woman. She'll destroy you. She's nothing but trouble," he warned, his fear evident in every syllable.
Elon remained composed, but his irritation was clear as he replied, "If she's so dangerous, why haven't you left her yet?"
For a moment, Jeff hesitated. Then, he let out a guilty smirk. "Because divorcing her would cost me half my fortune. It's too expensive to leave her," he admitted, his voice laced with both bitterness and shame.
Something in Elon snapped.
Without another word, he grabbed Jeff by the shoulders and threw him across the room with a force that left everyone stunned.
"You idiot! You're letting money ruin your life!" he shouted, his patience gone.
Then, without hesitation, he stormed toward Lana's room.
The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
As soon as he entered, he tore off his shirt, revealing the sculpted perfection of his body. Then, without missing a beat, he ripped her clothes away, leaving her breathless beneath him.
She gasped as he pressed his body against hers, his sheer power overwhelming her senses.
And then, the night unfolded into something beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Jeff had always been selfish in bed—quick to finish, careless, indifferent to her needs. But Elon? Elon was different. He took his time, explored every inch of her, leaving her body trembling beneath his touch.
By morning, her skin was covered in marks—marks of pleasure, not pain.
As the first light of dawn filtered through the penthouse windows, Elon finally collapsed beside her, his breath heavy, his body spent.
Lana lay there, staring at the ceiling, realization washing over her.
This night had changed everything.
She turned her head, meeting his gaze.
Elon smirked, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
And in that moment, she knew—she was never going back.