Demitri
I stare at the documents in front of me, trying to focus. Numbers, shipments, deals—it’s all routine. Yet my mind keeps drifting back to her. Alissia. Everything about tonight gnaws at me. The dress. The dancing. The way her leg was exposed for all to see. I can still feel the tension from when I had to pull her dress closed, my hand gripping the fabric so tight it almost tore.
She’s different. I can’t deny that anymore.
“Have someone follow her,” I mutter to Axel, my tone sharp. His eyes widen in surprise.
“Is that wise?” he asks cautiously.
“I’m keeping my distance,” I say, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my temples. “I’m not watching her myself. I want someone else watching. After the threats, I feel like she isn’t safe. Send someone to keep an eye on her.”
Axel sighs
