My heart skipped a beat as I heard the car door close behind me. It was not intended for me to be here by myself or with him. However, the entire house was silent, my dad was away on business, and the one person in the garage with me at the moment was Marcus, his driver.

Marcus was more than just my dad's chauffeur; he was... unique. Sharp features, broad shoulders, and gaze that always appeared to linger a second too long characterised this tall, muscular figure. My heart accelerated each time he flashed that half-smile that caused my stomach ache. And now that I was by myself with Marcus,...