Becklan Kross had one dream, to become a model under Leon Verdanis, the ruthless fashion tycoon everyone called Mr. President.
But Leon crushed that dream in seconds.
Two minutes late, and Becklan was dismissed.
One spilled coffee, and Leon humiliated him again in public.

What once was admiration turned into pure, burning hatred.

So when fate offered Becklan a second chance, not as a model, but as a maid in Leon’s mansion, he took it.
Not for the salary.
Not for the prestige.

For revenge.

But Leon Verdanis isn’t just cold.
He’s inaccessible. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that hurts. A man who believes love is a weakness, emotions are distractions, and no human is worth his heart.

Beck vows to break him. Not romantically, emotionally. He plans to tease him, provoke him, embarrass him, and remind him what it feels like to be powerless.

Except… things don’t go according to plan.

A dropped towel, a naked CEO, a python named Rose, an accidental fall into Leon’s arms, a grip that was too strong, a stare that was too intense, and a breath that was too close, all of it challenged every ounce of control he had. He was supposed to hate Leon, but his heart began to skip when Leon held him. He burned with desire when Leon smirked, and the man he vowed to destroy suddenly became the one he could not stop wanting.

He was supposed to hate him.

So why does his heart skip when Leon holds him?
Why does he burn when Leon smirks at him?
And why does the man he vowed to destroy suddenly become the one he can’t stop wanting?

Leon did not believe in love, and Becklan did not believe in forgiveness, yet between the tension, the teasing, the danger, and the secrets, one truth became impossible to ignore.

Someone is going to fall first… and no one knows who will give in to love.

I looked at the screen, then back at him. "It's Evans."


I swiped to answer, bringing the phone to my ear. "Hello, sir?"


"Becklan," Evans said, his voice bright with satisfaction. "Your last campaign sold out. The offers are pouring in. I need you at the agency tomorrow morning, we've got contracts and several international offers to go over. Can you make it?"


"Tomorrow? Yes, of course. I'll be there," I replied, feeling a professional spark ignite in my chest. "Alright, sir. See you then."


As soon as the call ended, I turned to Leon, a breathless smile curving my lips. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching me with that familiar, knowing smirk.


"That was my boss," I said, still trying to process it. "Babe, it sounds like something came through. He wants me at the agency tomorrow."


Chapter 64 - Chapter 65: The Chauffeur of My Heart