CHAPTER 7- HER
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Kelvin's POV
He adjusted the cuffs of his black designer suit as he stepped out of the sleek black car. The tinted glass of the store reflected his tall, commanding figure. He hadn’t planned on stopping here, but something in his gut had pulled him to this spot.
“Why here?” he muttered under his breath.
His assistant, Raymond, caught up quickly, breathless. “Sir, should I—”
“Wait.” Kelvin’s tone was sharp, clipped.
As he stepped inside the grocery store, the fluorescent lights flickered above, and an oddly familiar scent hit him—soft, feminine, lavender with a trace of vanilla. He froze mid-step. His heart clenched. That scent.
It was her.
His eyes scanned the aisles, just in time to see a man slap a woman—the woman.
She staggered backward, pain flashing across her delicate face. Rage surged in him. He moved without thinking. She tripped on her heels, and just before she hit the ground, he caught her.
Her body tensed in his arms, warm and trembling. Her face was close. Too close. And his breath caught.
Lavender.
She looked up, startled, lips parted as though trying to speak.
His fingers, still firm on her waist, remembered her curves even before his brain did.
Raymond, standing behind, noticed. His phone buzzed. He checked it, then blinked at the screen.
“Sir... I—uh... we got the results. The woman from that night. It’s her.”
Kelvin didn’t react at first. His eyes were still on the woman in his arms.
“You’re telling me... she’s her?”
“Yes. She used a false name at the hotel, but the DNA scan from the hair strand on the pillow matched what she just dropped now.”
Kelvin stiffened.
His voice dropped an octave. “Interesting.”
She tried to step back, clearly uncomfortable, and his hands slowly released her. But his mind wasn’t letting go. Not anymore.
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Victoria’s POV
Victoria slammed the apartment door behind her and leaned against it, still shaken. Her cheek still stung from the slap. Her chest still burned from Stella’s venomous words.
She dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes. The silence of her small apartment was deafening.
She opened the kitchen cabinet. Empty.
“Right. I didn’t buy anything.” She closed her eyes in frustration.
The incident at the store played again in her mind. Caleb’s hand against her skin. Stella’s cruel smirk.
And then... him.
Her boss. The man everyone feared. The man who made grown men tremble with a single glance.
Kelvin.
But he hadn’t looked at her like a cold monster. He looked... concerned. Furious. Possessive?
And the way he caught her...
Her breath caught as she remembered how solid his chest felt, how warm his arms were. The scent of him—something expensive and smoky—lingered in her memory like a whisper.
She turned and walked to her room, threw herself on the bed, then groaned into the pillow.
“God, no.”
She sat up and slapped herself lightly. “Snap out of it, Victoria. You can’t be daydreaming about your boss. You can’t—” She paused. “Wait…”
The man from that night.
“No,” she whispered. “No way.”
She buried her head into her hands. Everything started connecting. The scent. His build. His voice…
“Oh my God.” She looked down at her trembling hands.
“Did I sleep with my boss?. It absolutely can't be!.”
She didn’t want to believe it. Her stomach growled. She looked around, realizing again that she hadn’t bought a single item at the store.
“I hate them. And now I might have slept with a man I work for?”
"What I'm I thinking Victoria?"
She lay back, covering her face with her arms. “I’ll just sleep it off.”
But she couldn’t. Every time she closed her eyes, his eyes, his scent, his grip on her waist haunted her.
The slap still hurt as she came off from her bed to check it out.
She looked at her mirror and saw that her cheek was swollen.
"How I'm I going face my colleagues tomorrow?"
" I hate them!" Victoria picked up the medicine and applied it on her face.
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