Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"That's a very nice dress, Cherry. It suits you perfectly," He remarked as I entered the restaurant, leaving me momentarily speechless.
I felt my mouth hang open in disbelief, my heart was racing at the unexpected compliment. My fingers tightened around the knife I held, a reflexive action at his sudden praise.
Admittedly, his words sparked a pleasant tingling in my stomach, but this felt like an alternate reality. I was no longer just a slave; I was a woman in a fancy dress, seated across from the most attractive and powerful man in the city, and yet I could never forget he was also the biggest jerk I knew.
"Eh? Can't take a compliment?" He teased, while raising an eyebrow and smirking at my reaction. I shyly nodded in response, my face flushing as I
