The next morning, I rise from bed, slipping into a floral print long-sleeve sundress that hugs my curves in all the right places. It's low-cut, revealing just enough to tantalize without giving away too much. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I opt to put my hair up, a subtle defiance against Cedric's preference for it down. As I step out of the bedroom, I find Abel and Marcus waiting in the living room. Cedric emerges from his office, his gaze lingering on me appreciatively. "Good, you're up. Let's go get breakfast," he says, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
We all pile into the elevator, Cedric swiftly pulls out the hair tie. "I told you, I like your hair down," he states firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. With an exasperated roll of my eyes, I relent, letting m
