Chapter 3: The Offer
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The city glowed beyond the penthouse windows, the skyline stretching out like a kingdom beneath Gideon Dunhaven’s feet. From where Selene stood, it was clear—this was his domain. The power, the control, the untouchable air of a man who had everything at his fingertips.
And she was about to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
Gideon leaned against his desk, whiskey glass in hand, his tie loosened just enough to suggest that he’d had a long evening. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, revealing a hint of tanned skin, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. He looked like a man who ruled the world effortlessly, but Selene knew better.
This man had fought, clawed, and manipulated his way to the top.
She was counting on that ruthlessness tonight.
"You asked for this meeting." He took a slow sip of whiskey, his piercing gaze never leaving hers. "I assume it’s important."
Selene took a step forward, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor slicing through the thick silence between them. "I wouldn’t waste your time otherwise."
His lips quirked into a lazy smirk. "Oh, I don’t know. I think you’d waste it beautifully."
A lesser woman might have flushed, might have faltered under the weight of Gideon Dunhaven’s attention.
But Selene wasn’t just any woman.
She smiled, slow and calculated, before taking another step forward, closing the distance between them just enough to make the air shift. "You need a wife."
Gideon arched a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Do I?"
"You do." Selene held his gaze without hesitation. "If you want full control of Dunhaven Enterprises, you need a stable public image. Marriage would solidify your position, eliminate doubts, and keep your investors happy."
Gideon exhaled lightly, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "And I suppose you’re here to offer yourself as the solution?"
Selene lifted her chin slightly. "I am."
He chuckled, setting his glass down on the desk. "That’s bold."
"That’s necessary." She tilted her head slightly. "I think we both know this isn’t about romance. It’s about power."
"Power," he mused, stepping away from the desk. He moved with a slow, predatory grace, circling her as if she were an opponent across a chessboard. "And what power do you gain from this, Selene? What’s in it for you?"
Selene turned to keep him in her sights, refusing to let him gain the upper hand. "A chance to rebuild my family’s name."
Gideon’s smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes sharpened. "Ah, so it is about legacy. Not love."
She laughed softly, letting the sound curl around them. "Do I look like the kind of woman who dreams about love, Gideon?"
His smirk deepened, but his voice was lower now, edged with something darker. "No," he murmured. "You don’t."
The air between them thickened, the tension humming like an unsaid promise.
Selene met his gaze, unwavering. "A marriage—on paper. You get full control of your company, and I get the Everly name back where it belongs."
Gideon studied her for a long moment, as if weighing her worth, measuring every inch of what she was offering.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he moved toward her.
Selene held her ground, even as his presence became impossible to ignore.
He stopped just in front of her, his fingers brushing against her chin, tilting her face up to his.
"And what do you get out of me, Selene?" His voice was quiet, but laced with something dangerous. "Besides my name, my money, my empire—what else are you trying to take?"
Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she refused to let it show. Instead, she leaned in slightly, letting their breaths mingle.
"Wouldn’t you like to find out?" she whispered.
His grip tightened—just enough to make her breath hitch.
For a moment, just a moment, it felt like the game they were playing wasn’t just about business or control. It felt like something else entirely.
Something dangerous.
Then, just as quickly as he had touched her, Gideon let go.
Selene barely concealed the way her breath caught at the loss of contact.
Gideon’s smirk returned, slower this time. "You want a contract, Selene?"
A pause.
Then—
"Let’s see how far you’re willing to go."
The game had truly begun.
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