The moment Sheila stepped into the VIP lounge; Arthur's gaze locked onto her. The soft click of her boot heels against the marble floor was the only sound that broke the silence, yet it was enough to convey her apprehension. The way her dress hugged her curves perfectly, and the radiant beauty that illuminated the space around her, left Arthur momentarily lost, dazed, and captivated. He felt an overwhelming urge to claim her, to mark her as his own, but he controlled himself, instead focusing on the newspaper in front of him.
However, it was too late; he had already feasted his eyes on her reckless beauty. As he looked up, a low, taunting smirk danced across his lips. "My offer still remains valid," he asserted firmly, leaning back against his seat.
Sheila's throat constricted, her brain
