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.

WARNING: Adults Only.
This story is full of heat, mischief, and irresistible temptation. Expect steamy scenes, naughty fun, flirty, funny, playful teasing, downright seductive, and moments that will make your heart race. Not recommended for innocent eyes, or anyone who blushes too easily. Read at your own risk… and enjoy every naughty second.

"Call me by my name," he commanded, his voice vibrating with a sudden intensity. "Not 'Mr. President.' I want you to call me Leon."


I looked at him, stunned. The staff always used his title; it was a rule set in stone. No one dared to be so familiar.


Leon nodded, his gaze locking onto mine with a private, burning claim. "I prefer you calling me by my real name."


"I... I don't think I understand," I stammered.


Leon's gaze never wavered, its quiet intensity holding me in place. "It's simple, Becklan," he said, his voice dropping lower. "You say Frank's name so easily. I want the same."


He paused, eyes searching mine. "From now on, don't call me Mr. President. Call me Leon."


I hesitated, then looked at him carefully. "You'd prefer… Mr. Leon?"


A slow nod followed, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Yes."


A tiny light finally went on in my head. "Oh," I whispered, the realization sinking in. "I understand now."


Chapter 23 - Chapter 23: What I Was Never Meant to Hear