Bound to a VEYRON

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Katherine PoV

I shut the door behind me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I sank down onto my bed, the emerald green dress a crumpled heap around me.

“I met Damien Veyron,” I said finally, my voice trembling but steady enough. “And he noticed me.”

Mia and Jade stared at me, their faces a mix of alarm and expectation.

"What did he say?" Mia asked, her voice urgent.

"Nothing," I said, a small smirk on my face. "He kissed me. His girlfriend barged in. He told her to get out."

Mia’s jaw dropped. "Holy s**t. Are you kidding me? The plan actually worked?"

"Better than I thought," I said. "But then his friend called him, and he had to go down and deal with whatever problem charlotte was causing “.

"So, what's next?" Mia asked, her voice full of a sudden excitement.

I just shook my head. "No," I said. "This is a new game now. I have his attention. The next move is his."

The next day I went to the cafe near campus to study ,I put on a simple white shirt and jeans that clung to my curves.I wasn't looking for him, but I knew the universe had a way of providing what you needed.

I found a small corner table and pulled out my textbooks. The cafe was busy, a low hum of conversations and the smell of coffee filling the air. I was halfway through a chapter when I heard a familiar voice.

It was Damien's.

My stomach did a careful flip and then steadied. I kept my head down until a voice cut the chatter.

He was at a large table in the center of the room with a group of guys, all laughing and talking. I could hear his low rumble, a sound I knew I wouldn't forget. I kept my head down, pretending to be engrossed in my work.

"Richard, isn't that the girl you were dancing with at Damien’s party?" a voice said, low and quiet, from the table.

I looked up, and all of their eyes were on me. The one who had asked the question, the group, and finally, Damien.The guy I had danced with, Richard, looked at me, a small, knowing smirk on his face.

Without another word, Richard stood up and started walking toward me, with Damien's gaze on him and the others watching too.

"Hey," Richard said, a friendly smile on his face as he reached my table. "You left without saying goodbye last night."

Just as I was about to answer, Damien’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "Richard," he said. "Give us a minute."

Richard's smile vanished. He nodded once, his eyes flicking from me to Damien, and he walked away.

"Outside," he said, his voice low.

I didn't argue or question him I just put my textbook in my bag and stood up. I walked past his friends, who were still watching, and pushed through the cafe door into the cool afternoon air. He followed close behind, and we walked down the street to a quieter, more private corner behind the building, away from the main street.

He stopped, leaning against the brick wall, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're not from around here," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes were anything but. "You're a student, but you're not one of us. So why were you at my party?"

"I was invited," I said, keeping my tone flat.

By who?" he asked.

"By a friend," I answered. I wasn't going to give him anything.

He smiled, a cold, humorless expression. "Don't play games with me Katherine Hales

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, my voice tight.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step closer, invading my personal space. His presence was overwhelming. He reached out, but not to touch me. His fingers brushed against the strap of the book bag slung over my shoulder. He casually hooked a thumb into it and tugged, a simple, effortless gesture that pulled me off-balance and forced me a step closer to him. My back was now flush against the cold brick wall.

"Let's try again," he said, his voice a low, bored murmur, as if my defiance was a mild inconvenience. "You're a student here on the Veyron Family Merit Scholarship, Lives in the East Tower dorms, room 302, with roommates Mia and Jade. Your mother, Elena, works two jobs to keep your childhood home afloat. You have no record, no social media presence to speak of.

Every word was a perfectly aimed dart, puncturing the confident persona I had so carefully constructed. The blood drained from my face,My plan to be a seductive enigma had been a joke.

"How..." I started, but the word died in my throat.

He leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could smell the faint scent of expensive cologne and something else, something uniquely him. "The real question isn't how I know who you are. The question is what you were trying to accomplish last night. You danced with Richard to get my attention. You went to that bathroom knowing I'd follow. You initiated that kiss. It was all a calculated performance. So, tell me, Katherine Hales,What do you want from me?"

My mind raced, trying to find a new strategy, a new foothold in a game where he had just revealed he owned the entire board. The seduction plan was in ashes. He wasn't a target to be manipulated; he was a predator who had been watching his prey, amused by its attempts to set a trap.

"I..." I had nothing. The truth would get me killed, and a lie would be seen through instantly.

"Here's what's going to happen," he stated, not asked. "Your little game is over. Now, we play mine. You've made it clear you want my attention. Congratulations, you have it love ."He pulled out his phone, his thumb gliding over the screen. A second later, my own phone buzzed in my bag. "I have your number now. When I call or text, you will answer. When I ask you to be somewhere, you will be there. You wanted to get close to me? You'll get closer than you ever imagined”.

He didn't wait for my response. He turned and walked away, disappearing back into the cafe as if our entire conversation had meant nothing.