KIER

She walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear, I forgot how to breathe.

The dress was black—tight, elegant, and flawless. Her milky skin shimmered under the lights, the soft curve of her neck, and the dip in her waist... It was all too much. Too soft, too innocent. Too her.

And yet, she was mine.

But tonight, I’d have to share her. I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted to. I couldn’t rip that dress off her like I needed to. I could only smile, be the CEO, be civil, while men surely stared.

I adjusted the cufflinks on my shirt, my jaw clenched...