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Touch me gently, break me slow

Chapter 5 A tense dinner

Word Count: 1004    |    Released on: 19/10/2025

the orange glow of the setting sun as the

ze fixed on the faint reflection of city lights flickering across

r," Noah, his assistant,

brushed the edge of the watch face - an old h

h the muted rhythm of the city. Outside, the towering glass of the Vallero Hot

up at the entrance, the v

uit. The faintest chill of evening brushed against his skin

Mr. Th

s - elegant without being gaudy. The maître d' s

d with practiced grace.

nodded onc

- a table half-hidden by a curtain of ferns and light. It

over the other, the low hum of

t his watc

f she's smart," he mut

sages, ignored most of them, and set his phon

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gn of

expression. "Jasmine Whitmore," he murmured quietly. "Your fath

ow. "Would you like to order

ook his head

nodded an

nt's entrance, where laughter and perfume

ce at his wa

atly. Then, with a faint, ironic

ingertips against his chin. "Let's see wha

e sharp planes of his f

ed 7:21, the soft click of heels

r's eyes

peccable, gaze lifting just en

one precise, low, and deliberat

ng her lips. "I prefer to arrive when I please," she

unreadable. A pregnant silence settled over the

, frosted with cold formality, "I am not here because I wish to be enterta

se," she countered, the faintest trace of amusem

int flicker of surprise behind his usual comp

to hair. "Honestly," she said slowly, a sly, mischievous note in h

er was

ace. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, but her posture remained controlled, practiced - ev

s gaze. "You're not eating?" she asked l

ithout a word. His hand was steady, precise, movements deliberate. The waiter approached soon

ghtly on the table, eyes narrowing in a manner that

, deliberate, "how long

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ting his head, his gaze sh

sing her features. "Chelsea," she said casually, ta

voice calm but measured. "Chelsea? I ha

tone steady, unwavering. "Near th

e even, but with a subtle e

he said, forcing

of amusement - more a test than warmth. "Hyde Park isn't in Che

er head, brushing it off. "My bad, my bad,"

t I heard... you were born in Switzerland," he said slowl

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Touch me gently, break me slow
Touch me gently, break me slow
“Eva had never imagined attending a blind date in place of her rich friend Jasmine. Jasmine, ambitious and wary of the man she was supposed to meet, refused to go-convinced he would be far too old. So Eva went in her place-and found herself staring at Alexander Thorne, London's youngest billionaire, only twenty-eight, radiating a cold, commanding presence that seemed impossible to ignore. Alexander realized there at the dinner that she wasn't jasmine,the woman he was supposed to meet. Meanwhile, his grandmother, Madame Theressa, was really pressuring him to settle down, Alexander did what he always did-handled it with logic. The first blind date had failed, and he had no intention of entertaining Clarissa Vale, the fashion designer his grandmother chose next. So he made Eva an offer instead: a three-month relationship contract, worth one million dollars. It was supposed to be simple-a business arrangement to keep his grandmother satisfied. Alexander had sworn he wouldn't fall. Yet every smile, every stubborn remark, every unguarded laugh began to chip away at the walls he'd built. What started as an obligation was turning into something dangerously real.”