Yvonne’s POV

I was the one driving together. My black Bugatti was ready and I just got inside waiting for Alex who soon arrived in a pair of black joggers and yellow hoodies with a nice new model of Air Jordan. My eyes ran down his dressing, then back to his face.

“Good morning, Alex.” I greeted, flinching my face away. “Are you coming to the company dressed like this? You should be in the corporate world.”

“Good morning, Yvonne, my lady.” He smiled gorgeously at me making me squirm, throb in the fire and shy. It lit a fire on me.

I turned away with a wide grin, still...