~ (Lilian's POV) ~
I woke up early the next morning, one goal on my mind… take down Orlando Steele.
I took a hot shower and lathered my skin with baby oil so that it shone.
I curled my hair and sprayed it to add more volume.
I made my face up: my lashes were dark and luscious, my lips a glossy red, my face was contoured and bronzed until I looked every bit a seductress.
I wore the tightest and shortest black dress I saw in my walk-in closet. It hugged every curve and accentuated my already pronounced cleavage.
I wore my red bottom heels and stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring every bit of what I saw.
My phone rang, and I picked it up.
Zayne's voice rang out. “Lily, you know the plan, right?”
I nodded, knowing fully well that he couldn't see me.
“Try to get in his good
