Lost In Time

CHAPTER ONE

Levi Price walked into the Palazzo Azzarini for the first time in ten years.
With a stride full of purpose and determination, Levi Price entered the Palazzo Azzarini after a decade-long absence.

The palazzo, nestled in the picturesque Tuscan hills, was renowned for its majestic Palladian architecture and the world-famous Azzarini wine label. Once a symbol of opulence, recent financial setbacks had left the grandeur tarnished and the treasure-filled halls empty. But now, it all belonged to Levi. Every stone, every inch of fertile land was his to restore to its former glory.

Reclaiming his birthright should have been a moment of triumph, but Levi felt nothing. Emotions had long been absent from his life, a self-imposed defense mechanism turned into a way of existence. The clean lines and efficiency of his existence satisfied him, devoid of any emotional highs and lows. He sought thrills in physical challenges and sexual encounters, yet nothing truly ignited a fire within him, he realized with a grim acknowledgment.

Unhurriedly, Levi wandered through the echoing entrance hall, once filled with laughter and love. But those memories had faded, replaced by the nightmare that followed. He had learned more about human greed than he ever wanted to know. With a stern expression etched onto his strong features, he made his way to the rear terrace, overlooking the neglected gardens. It was there that the sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he turned to see a woman approaching.

Elara, her platinum-blonde hair cascading down her perfect face, exuded an undeniable allure. Clad in a white slip dress that left little to the imagination, she knew exactly how to captivate a man without uttering a word. It was a language of desire, both teasing and pleading.

"Please, don't cast me aside," Elara implored, her turquoise eyes brimming with invitation. "I'll do anything for a second chance with you."

Levi raised a skeptical eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on her. "Second chances aren't my thing."

"What if this time, it's a free trial? No strings attached?" Elara's voice dripped with seduction as she gracefully dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt.

For a brief moment, Levi tensed, but then he let out a genuine laugh. Elara was a survivor, unapologetic about her choices. To the victor went the spoils, and she was undeniably a prize coveted by many. Beautiful, adventurous, and born into aristocracy, Elara knew the allure of wealth. Once, she had been his, until circumstances shattered his dreams, and she became his brother's. Love on a budget held no appeal for her; she followed the money. But time had changed everything. Levi was now a billionaire, and the Azzarini vineyards were just a fraction of his vast empire.

"You're still my brother's wife," he reminded her gently, leaning back against the wall, just out of her reach. "I don't engage in adultery, cara mia."

As his phone rang, Levi excused himself with perfect composure and retreated indoors, leaving Elara kneeling on the terrace, a symbol of sensual submission.

The call came from Kasen Green, Levi's security chief in London. Levi suppressed a sigh, knowing that the former senior police officer took his job with utmost seriousness. A few weeks ago, Levi had noticed that someone had solved a chess puzzle on a valuable chess set in his office, despite the "Do Not Touch" notice. Every move Levi made since then had been matched, and it had become a game of wits.

"If it bothers you that much, set up a surveillance camera nearby," Levi suggested nonchalantly.

"It's more than that," Kasen confessed. "Someone is breaching security and freely entering your private area. It's dangerous, and we need to catch this person."

Levi arched an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do we do when we catch them? Accuse them of challenging me to a game of chess?"

"This is serious," Kasen insisted. "We need to put an end to this breach."

Levi's voice softened. "Don't worry. I'll know immediately."

He knew he was up against an innovative opponent, someone within his own executive staff seeking to impress him with their strategic skills. The game had become a means to attract his attention.

In the bustling café, a young man was so captivated by Kassandra that he nearly tripped over a chair on his way out.

"You're good for business," Lyla Price, the manager, commented with a smile on her round face. Her green eyes shimmered with amusement as she continued, "All the men want you to serve them. When will you pick one of them to go out with?"

Kassandra forced a laugh, veiling her discomfort. "I don't have time for a boyfriend."

Observing the young redhead as she donned her jacket to leave, Lyla couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Kassandra Reed was stunning at twenty-three, but she lived a solitary life like a hermit.Kassandra resisted the urge to retort that the past clung to her like a persistent shadow, a constant reminder etched into her flesh in the form of a livid scar on her back. It haunted her dreams at night and cast a veil of insecurity over her waking hours. She had learned the hard way that sometimes life could unravel without warning, snatching away everything you held dear. Her world had crumbled when she was just nineteen, and she couldn't pinpoint anything she had done to deserve such a fate. Calamity had struck, unexpected and merciless, leaving her shattered. Though she had survived, the experience had left an indelible mark. Once confident and outgoing, she now preferred the safety of solitude, guarding herself against rejection and pain rather than risking vulnerability.

Lyla gently squeezed Kassandra's shoulder, a small gesture of comfort between two women who had formed an unlikely bond. Lyla, shorter than Kassandra, whispered reassurances. "It's all behind you now," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.

Walking home, Kassandra pondered how fortunate she was to have someone like Lyla in her life, accepting her despite her past. But she knew that such understanding was a rarity in the working world. Kassandra had become adept at fabricating her resume to explain the gaps in her employment history. To make ends meet, she worked two jobs—cleaning offices in the evenings and waiting tables during the day. Every penny went towards bills, leaving nothing for herself. The months of soul-crushing unemployment had taught her to be grateful for what little she had. Few possessed the generosity and open-mindedness of Lyla. Despite her qualifications, Kassandra had been forced to settle for menial and poorly paid work.

As always, the sanctuary of her bedsit welcomed her with open arms. She cherished her privacy, free from the intrusion of noisy neighbors. The walls, painted in soft hues, reflected the light that streamed through the window. Tigger, an elderly tortoiseshell cat, awaited her return on the windowsill. She let him in and provided him with food. Tigger had once been a stray, half-wild and wary of human contact. It had taken months to earn his trust, but now he sought solace with her. She understood his hesitance, keeping the window open for him no matter how cold it was. Just as she had cared for Tigger, he had cared for her in his own way. His coat shone with health, and his once-skeletal frame now boasted a healthy layer of flesh.

Tigger reminded her of the pet cat her family had once cherished. Kassandra's early life had been a tumultuous one. Abandoned by her birth mother in a park at just one year old, she had been adopted as a toddler. But tragedy struck again when she was ten, her adoptive mother perishing in a train crash. Soon after, her father's health began to deteriorate. In her teens, Kassandra became her father's caregiver, juggling responsibilities and struggling to make ends meet. Her love for her father had fortified her, and if there was any solace now, it was that he had passed away before her promising future was cruelly snatched away.

A couple of hours later, Kassandra entered the office building where she worked five nights a week. Cleaning had become a comforting routine for her. It offered solitude and peace, free from the demands and harassment of others. She had quickly learned that as a member of the maintenance staff, she remained invisible, unworthy of notice. And that suited Kassandra just fine. Her appearance had always attracted unwanted attention, and she had never felt comfortable with it.

As there were still a few employees lingering, she prioritized cleaning the public areas first. Even the most dedicated workers were preparing to leave as she began cleaning the offices. It was in the midst of emptying a bin that she heard an impatient voice calling out from the end of the corridor.

"Are you the cleaner? Come into my office—I've had a spillage!"

Kassandra spun around, her eyes landing on a man in a sharp business suit. He didn't bother to look at her before striding away. She hurried after him, pushing her trolley. He disappeared into the private office suite, where the ostentatious chess set was displayed. The "Do Not Touch" sign still occupied a prominent position. A small smile tugged at Kassandra's lips as she glanced at the board, noticing that her unknown opponent had made another move. She would make her own move during her break, when she was alone on the floor.

The office itself was grand and imposing, offering a breathtaking view of London City's skyline. The man had his back turned to her as he spoke on the phone in a foreign language. Tall and broad-shouldered with a shock of black hair, he seemed entirely unaware of her presence. Finally, she spotted the spillage he had mentioned—a porcelain coffee jug with a broken handle, its contents spilled across the floor. She did her best to clean it up, then went to refill her bucket with fresh water.

Levi ended his phone call and settled himself behind his glass desk. Only then did he glance over and notice the cleaner, diligently scrubbing the carpet on the other side of the office.The cascade of long hair at the nape of her neck was a mesmerizing blend of copper, amber, and auburn hues. "Thank you. I'm sure that'll do," he replied dismissively.

Kassandra glanced up, her eyes meeting his with a hint of warning. "It'll stain if I leave it," she cautioned.

As Levi stared back at her, he couldn't help but be captivated by her enormous green eyes, framed by lashes reminiscent of a cartoon fawn's. Her face was uniquely heart-shaped and exuded a beauty so breathtaking that even someone like him, who rarely paid attention to women, found himself unable to look away. Despite the shapeless overall she wore, her slender figure couldn't be concealed. Levi couldn't fathom how someone so stunning could be a mere cleaner. She had to be an out-of-work actress or a model. Women of her beauty didn't scrub floors for a living. How had she managed to bypass Security?

Had one of his friends set him up for a prank? Levi considered this possibility, but quickly dismissed it. Neither of his closest friends would stoop to such juvenile tricks. Leonidas was too mature for that, and Rashad had become quite tame since settling down with a wife and children. Of course, there were other friends he had, but it was equally likely that the woman had her own motives for being there, trying to set him up for some reason.

For a brief moment, Kassandra gawked at the striking man behind the desk, feeling like a startled schoolgirl. He was undeniably handsome, with cropped black hair that gleamed, eyes as dark as polished jet, and a strong, patrician nose above high cheekbones. His olive skin was smooth, except for the roughness and darkness around his firm jawline. Her heart seemed to slow to a heavy thud, interfering with her ability to breathe normally.

"The carpet?" she stammered, struggling to remember the task at hand as she rose to leave.

Levi committed her flawless features to memory. He was no stranger to beautiful women, but there was something about her face that held an inexplicable and powerful appeal, making it difficult for him to tear his gaze away. With a casual air, he leaned back in his seat. "Go ahead and clean it," he urged, his voice husky. "But before you do, answer one question. Which one of my friends sent you here?"

Confusion etched across Kassandra's delicate brows, and she hesitated, visibly uneasy. Blushing, her pale ivory skin tinted pink as she tore her gaze away from him. It felt as though an invisible elastic was pulling her eyes back to him, demanding her attention. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Look, I'll come back and finish this later."

"No, do it now," Levi commanded, halting her retreat. Her genuine bewilderment made him question his initial suspicions.

In her mind, Kassandra gave him a rude label—arrogant, demanding, oversexed. A flush of angry embarrassment colored her cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to get out of his office. She wasn't foolish enough to be unaware of why he had asked if one of his friends had sent her. In the past, a male coworker had once asked hopefully if she was a strippergram girl. It infuriated her that such insulting assumptions were made solely based on her appearance. She was just doing her job, and she had every right to be left alone to do it. As she knelt back down, she accidentally collided with his black eyes, which flared golden like flames, momentarily paralyzing her. For a timeless moment, she remained still, holding her breath, her mouth dry. Then she blinked, tearing her attention away with great effort, only to find her mind blank. His irresistibly attractive image had replaced rational thought.

Levi observed her every move, noting that she made no effort to draw attention to herself. Her clothing was unremarkable, concealed by the overall she wore. She wasn't provocative, and her movements were quiet. So why couldn't he tear his eyes away from her? There was something different about her, something that stood out and grabbed his attention. The pale pink flush of awareness that tinted her ivory complexion sent his male hormones into overdrive. Her remarkable eyes were as green as the bitter-sweet apples his English grandfather had once grown, and there was a surprisingly direct look in them. A lingering appraisal of her lush, strawberry-colored lips was enough to make him seriously uncomfortable.

Kassandra continued to work on the patch of carpet that required more specialized attention than she could give it. She struggled to think straight, bewildered by her response to him. No man had ever affected her this way since Gareth—and Gareth had never left her so confused that she barely knew what she was doing. But that had been love, the infatuation of a dreamy teenager swept away by foolish romantic expectations. Her reaction to the man in the business suit, she reasoned feverishly, was merely a reminder that Mother Nature had blessed her with the same physical chemistry as everyone else. Sexual attraction was just a part of being human. Perhaps she should welcome the discovery that a broken heart and disillusionment hadn't completely killed her ability to feel like a normal woman.

"Excuse me..." she muttered politely, moving towards the exit.

Levi's instinct kicked in, and he sprang to his feet. Near the doorway, Kassandra lifted her head, tension radiating from her apple-green eyes. The amused protest he had been about to voice vanished. Madonna diavolo, she was a cleaner and he was a Price! His strong features tightened, his self-discipline restored.Levi couldn't help but question the coincidence of having such an alluring woman working in close proximity to his office, readily available at his beck and call. It was highly unusual for him to be working late without his usual support staff present, making it even more suspicious.

Being incredibly wealthy, Levi knew he was a constant target for women who would go to great lengths to capture his attention. Their tactics ranged from subtle hints to bold invitations, and sometimes even downright strange approaches. Over the years, he had encountered countless fake incidents designed to elicit his sympathy and interest, from car breakdowns to missed flights and sudden illnesses. Desperate maidens in distress would do anything just to meet him.

Levi's experiences had turned him into a hardened cynic, eroding any trace of gallantry that might have once resided within him. He had seen it all, from lingerie-clad personal assistants to late-night encounters during business trips. At thirty-one years old, he had received more sexual invitations than he could count, with some being subtle and others being shockingly direct.

As Kassandra closed the door behind her, she took a moment to catch her breath. She wondered who this man was, but quickly dismissed the thought. What did it matter to her? Passing by the chessboard, she glanced at the pieces and made a swift move, hoping to lure her opponent into a false sense of security. She doubted that it was him playing with her. There were two other offices connected to the hallway, one of them housing multiple desks. It seemed highly unlikely that a posh gentleman with gold cuff links and a distinctly upper-class accent would be engaged in a long-distance chess game with a stranger like her. She hurried back down the corridor to continue her work, interrupted by his unexpected presence.

Levi was just about to close his laptop when the phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. 

"We've captured the mysterious chess player on camera, sir," Kasen revealed with satisfaction.

"When did this happen? Tonight?" Levi inquired, his impatience barely contained.

"No, sir. The incident occurred last night. I've had someone reviewing the surveillance footage for hours. You'll be surprised by what we found," Kasen replied.

"Intriguing. Send me the relevant images on my computer," Levi instructed.

As he watched the footage, Levi's features displayed a mix of incredulity and curiosity. There she was, the stunning redhead. She had been napping on the sofa in the vestibule before getting up and stretching. Glancing at the chessboard, she made a move. Levi couldn't help but wonder if she had someone advising her on her strategic moves. He observed her as she tidied her hair, unclasping it and combing through the strands. She reminded him of a mermaid, enticing sailors with her beauty. He wondered if she was aware of the camera capturing her every move as he froze her image on the screen.

Kasen eagerly declared, "This is misconduct, sir."

Levi got up from his desk, taking the portable phone with him as he made his way to the chessboard. She had made another move after leaving his office. Why? Perhaps she was eager to reveal her identity and engage him further. Despite her questionable behavior, he couldn't help but admire her audacity. Cleaning duties must have been quite a challenge for someone who was only doing it to catch his attention.

"No. Leave this with me. Be discreet, Kasen," Levi interjected softly. "I'll handle it."

"Are you sure, sir?" Kasen asked, clearly taken aback by Levi's response.

"Of course. And disable that surveillance camera immediately," Levi ordered, ending the call. Derisive gold flickered in his astute eyes. She wasn't a genuine cleaner deserving of his respect. Why had he even considered it for a moment? Her beauty, coupled with the clever chess game she had used to catch his attention, only confirmed that she was yet another gold digger.

Levi mused with sardonic amusement. It was open season for the hunt, and he intended to have some fun. He was leaving London the next day for a skiing marathon in Norway, followed by business in New York. It would be ten days before he returned to the UK.

Standing tall at six feet three inches, Levi strode out of his office and down the corridor in search of his prey. He found her dusting a desk, her hair shimmering under the lights. When she straightened and saw him in the doorway, surprise registered on her delicate features. Levi couldn't help but be amused by her commitment to her role. Looking at her frowning expression, no one would have suspected that she had been teasing and tantalizing him with their secret chess game for the past three weeks.

"Let's play chess in the real world, bella mia," Levi suggested with a silky coolness. "I challenge you to finish the game tonight. If you win, you get me. If you lose, you still get me. How can you lose?"

CHAPTER TWO

Kassandra stared at Levi Price for a good ten seconds. Her every expectation was shattered by that challenge coming at her out of the blue, and from such a source as the powerfully built male confronting her. For a long time now, she had protected herself by never taking a risk and never stepping out of line to be noticed. Sudden unexpected attention from a stranger and the belated realisation that she had foolishly invited it unnerved her.
Kassandra's gaze fixated on Levi Price, her expectations shattered by his sudden challenge. The powerfully built man stood before her, a stranger who had unexpectedly grabbed her attention. For too long, Kassandra had played it safe, avoiding risks and never stepping out of line. The stranger's attention unnerved her, making her realize the foolishness of inviting it.

But it was his bold, dark masculine beauty that captured her attention first, shattering her belief that he couldn't possibly be as attractive as she remembered. His proud, chiseled features brought her an inexplicable sense of pleasure. A dangerous exhilaration coursed through her, accompanied by fluttering butterflies in her stomach. She found herself parting her lips, unsure of what she intended to say. "I—er—"

Levi's glittering black eyes focused on her with laser-like intensity. "Backing down from a face-to-face contest?" he murmured, his scorn evident.

Anger surged through Kassandra, surprising her with its power. She lifted her chin defiantly. "Are you kidding?"

Levi stepped back, allowing her to lead the way out of the room. "Then let's go and play."

"But I'm working," Kassandra pointed out, shaking her head in bemusement. "Who are you, anyway?"

A mocking brow arched. "Is that a serious question?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I am Levi Price, owner of the Torrenco Group," Levi stated dryly, wondering if she thought it clever to feign ignorance. "Every company in this block belongs to me. It's hard to believe you're not aware of that."

Kassandra stood frozen, paralyzed by that revelation. She hadn't even considered that he might be someone important. But even so, she had never heard of him before. Her world revolved solely around the floor she worked on, with no interest in the business world or the people who inhabited it during daylight hours.

"So, will you play?" Levi prompted impatiently.

Adrenaline surged through Kassandra, urging her to protect herself. She realized she had chosen the wrong opponent and the wrong chessboard to become familiar with. Why hadn't she suspected he might be her opponent? His smooth, sophisticated demeanor had deceived her. Behind his elegant suit lay a predator, an alpha male always ready to prove his strength. Not someone to challenge or offend.

"I could take my break now," Kassandra said, ready to get her punishment over with. Instead of beating him in two moves as she had planned, she decided it would be wiser to let him win.

Levi nodded, his dark golden eyes fixed on her. He couldn't figure out what script she was following. Was he supposed to believe she truly didn't know who he was?

"I've had the board moved into my office for privacy," he informed her.

Kassandra's heart raced with nervous tension. He opened the door to his office, and she caught a whiff of expensive cologne. She took a charged breath. "How did you know it was me? How did you find out?"

"That's not important," he replied.

"It's important to me," she dared.

"Surveillance camera," he revealed.

Kassandra paled. There was a security camera in that hallway? She was appalled. She had taken her breaks there, even napping on the sofa a few times when she was tired. Proof of those actions would be enough to cost her job.

"Would you like a drink?"

Tense as a bowstring, Kassandra hesitated in the center of the room. A pool of light illuminated the chessboard and the sofas in one corner, creating an intimate backdrop. If her supervisor found her in this situation, she would get the wrong idea, and alcohol was a fireable offense. "Are you trying to get me fired?"

"If you don't talk, I won't," Levi said lazily.

Kassandra wanted to automatically refuse, but a spark of rebellion ignited within her. With the evidence he already had, there was little point in arguing. "You're only young once," Lyla had scolded her earlier that day. Kassandra had never truly experienced youth and carefree living. Since regaining her freedom, she followed every rule she encountered to the letter, no matter how small or petty. It had become her way of life. The chess game was her only deviation, a way to relive the challenges her late father had once presented her with. She couldn't even remember the last time she had tasted alcohol, and that made her feel pathetic, sad, and defiant. She named a trendy drink she had seen advertised on a billboard.

Levi observed her tension. He handed her a glass. Her translucent green eyes contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin and streaked hair. Predictably, he went straight for it. "Don't stress, bella mia. I find you incredibly attractive."

Surprisingly, annoyance and embarrassment were absent from Kassandra's reaction. His approach thrilled her, making her heart pound at the base of her throat. She was shaken by the realization that she welcomed his advances.Her delicate hand clutched the glass tightly, trembling ever so slightly. She took small sips, trying to conceal her physical weakness. Being this excited was so uncool. When she finally mustered the courage to meet his stunning dark golden gaze, her breath caught in her throat.

Unhurriedly, Levi tilted his lustrous dark head down, testing the boundaries, amusing himself. The scent of her skin made his body tense with desire. Arousal surged through him unexpectedly, pulling him out of his teasing demeanor. He claimed her lips with a hunger that only intensified with each taste.

Kassandra couldn't believe what she was doing, but she wouldn't have stopped it for the world. A wave of feeling engulfed her, energizing her like a rocket ride and leaving her dizzy and disoriented. His kiss sent fireworks of sensation through her, making her pulse and tingle with response. Warmth pooled in her stomach, and a tightness formed in her pelvis. She shivered violently as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. The desire that coursed through her was almost unbearable, and she couldn't help but moan.

"You're so hot, you burn," Levi said, his deep voice tinged with a faint Italian accent. "But we have a game to finish."

Kassandra wasn't sure if her legs would hold her as she made her way to the sofa by the chessboard. It would have been easier to fall back into his arms than to walk away, a realization that shook her to the core. Her body felt unfamiliar, tight and overheated. She was aware of herself in ways she had never experienced before. And all the while, her brain listed her mistakes. She shouldn't be alone in a room with him, shouldn't have let him kiss her, and definitely shouldn't have responded. But despite knowing all this, the hunger he had awakened and the dissatisfaction he had left behind held her captive.

Two moves later, the chess game was over.

When Levi won, anger flickered in his narrowed gaze. "Either someone has been teaching you how to play for the past three weeks, or you deliberately let me win!"

Kassandra was taken aback by his insight but determined to stand her ground. "You won...okay?"

"No, it's not okay. Which one was it?" Levi asked, his tone icy.

The silence in the room felt suffocating, making it hard for Kassandra to swallow. She stood up. "I should get back to work."

Levi, towering over her with his lean, muscular frame, stood up as well. "You're not going anywhere until you give me an answer."

Kassandra gave him a troubled look, shielding her green eyes. His cold anger surprised her. "My goodness, it's just a game," she muttered.

"Answer me," Levi demanded.

With a sigh, Kassandra gestured dismissively. "I let you win...alright?"

Levi couldn't remember the last time he had been so outraged by a woman. "Is that what you think I wanted? Do you believe I'm so vain that I need a fake victory to boost my ego?" he spat with contempt. "I don't need that kind of sacrifice, and I don't appreciate flattery. This is not how you please me."

Temper flared within Kassandra. "Well, maybe you should stop throwing your weight around and acting like a bully!" she shot back, her voice rising. "How do you expect me to behave? How am I supposed to handle you? Let's not pretend this is fair or that you gave me a choice—"

"Don't shout at me," Levi said, his voice freezing while inside he reeled from her condemnation.

"You wouldn't listen otherwise. I'm sorry I touched your stupid chess set, but it was meant to be harmless fun. I'm sorry I let you win and offended you. But I wasn't trying to please you—I couldn't care less about pleasing you!" Kassandra said in disgust. "I was trying to appease you...I'm supposed to be working. I don't want to lose my job. Can I get back to work now?"

Her words shed a new light on the confrontation for Levi. He had a brilliant mind and an unparalleled talent for strategy. In business, he was invincible, combining the survival skills of a shark with a lack of emotion. He had learned early on not to trust people at face value. But would a woman trying to impress him shout at him? There was no evidence of calculation in Kassandra Reed's behavior. Why would she have known who he was?

Levi made a decision based on the facts. "You really are just the cleaner."

Kassandra's face flushed with offense as she wondered what he meant by that comment. Did he think she was an undercover spy? Or a prostitute cleaning on the side? "Yes," she said tersely. "Just the cleaner—excuse me."

As she left the room in a hurry, Levi swore softly in Italian. He hadn't meant to humiliate her. The phone rang.

It was Kasen again. "I've been looking into the cleaning lady with the chess obsession—"

"Unnecessary," Levi interrupted.

The older man cleared his throat. "Reed has a questionable CV, sir. I don't think she is who she claims to be. While she's intelligent with top grades, her employment history only shows recent restaurant work. It doesn't add up. There's a three-year gap with no explanation. According to her resume, she was traveling during that time, but I don't believe it."

"Neither do I." Levi's face hardened as he considered the fact that for the first time in a decade, he had almost been fooled by a woman.

"I think she's probably just another opportunist or even a paparazzo. I'll have the cleaning company remove her from the schedule."But Levi couldn't simply let Kassandra Reed off the hook. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, after all.

In an attempt to distract herself from her troubled thoughts, Kassandra worked with a newfound energy. The treatment she had received had left her angry and confused. Levi Price was undeniably attractive, but his arrogant demeanor was a major turn-off. He was cool, almost icy, especially when crossed. However, when he had kissed her, all of his flaws seemed to fade away in a rush of excitement. For that brief moment, he had forgotten that she was just the cleaner. But of course, he was at least thirty years old and far too mature for her. She forcefully shoved the mop into the bucket, creating an unnecessary racket. She had nothing in common with some super-rich older guy who owned a building and made a big fuss whenever someone dared to interfere with his perfect little world.

She couldn't help but wonder if she was destined to remain a virgin forever. Year after year, life seemed to pass her by. Levi Price was the first man she had felt attracted to since Gareth had dumped her. It was strange how sexual chemistry worked, she mused. Why hadn't she been interested in any of the men who tried to chat her up at the café? Maybe she was being too picky. But she was certain that any woman would find Levi Price irresistible. She had never been drawn to boyish men or those who could be described as pretty. His lean, dark features perfectly combined classic good looks with a raw and captivating masculinity that was undeniably sexy, Kassandra thought dreamily, as she mopped with less and less vigor.

"Kassandra...?"

Startled, she looked up from her preoccupied state, her light green eyes filled with thoughts. When she saw Levi standing just ten feet away, she did a double take. Guilt washed over her, and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. "Yes?"

"I owe you an apology."

Kassandra nodded, fully agreeing with him.

Levi, expecting a flattering response to his apology, couldn't help but appreciate her sincere reaction. She was putting on quite the performance, showcasing her genuine nature. Was this supposed to impress him? Appeal to his jaded billionaire sensibilities and desire for something new? He didn't know, and he didn't care. Her fluttering lashes framed her incredible eyes, and desire clawed at his core. What did it matter if she sold her story to some trashy tabloid afterward? Just one look at her exquisite face was enough to awaken the most primal of instincts. The ache to touch her without restraint was almost unbearable. He knew that the only thing that could satisfy him now was being with her intimately. Self-denial had never been his style.

"Will you play another game with me after your shift ends?" Levi asked, his voice silkily smooth.

Kassandra was taken aback by the apology and the renewed invitation. In a fleeting moment, as their eyes collided like crystal-clear, cold lakes, she sensed the danger he held within himself – the powerful personality lurking beneath the surface. Clever, ruthless, definitely not the type of man anyone would want as an enemy. It troubled her that despite recognizing those hard-edged qualities, she still found herself incredibly attracted to him. She swallowed hard, trying to listen to her doubts. "I'm afraid I don't finish until eleven o'clock."

"That's not a problem."

"No?" Temptation tugged at her relentlessly.

"No. I haven't eaten yet. I'll send a car to pick you up when you're finished."

"Can't we just play here?" Kassandra gave in, but only under terms that felt comfortable for her. She didn't want to risk being seen with him, nor did she want to climb into some unfamiliar car and be taken to an unknown location, only to find her own way home in the early hours of the morning.

He looked surprised. "If that's what you want."

"It is."

Kassandra watched as he walked away with his long, fluid stride. She was in a daze, struggling to accept that he had easily persuaded her. It was just a game of chess, she reminded herself, growing frustrated with her own reactions. He was still determined to win. If he tried to kiss her again, she would... well, she would make sure they didn't get too close. It would be pointless, with his business empire and her troubled past. She didn't want to get hurt again, did she? There was no point in willingly setting herself up for pain. But there was also no harm in testing her wits against his.

Five minutes before eleven, Kassandra freshened up in the cloakroom. She folded her overall and stuffed it into her bag. Her turquoise cotton T-shirt clung to her slender figure, accentuating her minimal curves. She turned sideways, took a deep breath, and arched her spine. Unfortunately, her bosom remained disappointingly small from every angle. Meeting her own eyes in the mirror, she blushed in embarrassment and focused on brushing her hair instead.

At that moment, Kassandra, who was twenty-three years old, felt more like a nervous teenager. The feeling of ignorance and insecurity annoyed her. The years between nineteen and twenty-two, when she could have gained some experience, had been stolen from her. But she quickly pushed that bitter thought away. Dwelling on the past wouldn't do her any good. She had spent three years in prison for a crime she didn't commit and still carried the scars, both mentally and physically. But few had believed in her innocence and had often judged her harshly for daring to claim it. "Get over it," she told herself firmly. "Leave it in the past, move on."

When she walked into Levi's office, her lithe figure and long, graceful legs enhanced by a simple T-shirt and jeans, Levi was taken aback by her presence.Her cheekbones had an exotic slant that was accentuated by her flowing hair, cascading in loose waves around her slender shoulders. The vibrant color of her hair resembled tangerine marmalade, illuminated by the sunlight and shimmering with hues of amber and ochre, perfectly complementing her fair skin and captivating apple-green eyes.

As he poured her another drink, he couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. "Have you ever been a model?" he asked, intrigued.

She chuckled, her hunger evident as her tummy grumbled. "No, I don't fancy parading half-naked down a catwalk. Besides, I enjoy food too much," she replied, her eyes darting towards the snacks in the open drinks cabinet.

"Help yourself," he offered, noticing her longing gaze. Levi observed her relaxed demeanor, remarking, "You seem more at ease now."

"I'm on my own free time," she responded, curling up on the sofa and munching on crisps while engrossed in their game. The saltiness made her thirstier, causing her to continuously sip her drink. Only after several moves, when he seemed oblivious to her gaze, did she allow herself to study him closely.

But no matter how much she looked at him, Levi Price continued to take her breath away. He was undeniably stunning. His hair and lashes had the sheen of black silk, his dark eyes were mesmerizing, and his sensuous mouth exuded strength. He had shaved since their last encounter, the faint bluish shadow of stubble now gone. She wondered if this meant he planned to kiss her again. Heat spread through her, surprising her with its intensity. She reminded herself that she had come to play chess, not to indulge in flirtation.

Levi glanced up from the chessboard. "Your move."

With her lashes shielding her eyes, she focused on the board, displaying a skill and confidence that made it clear she could hold her own. "My father taught me," she revealed.

"Mine too," he responded, his face shadowed by memories. A silence lingered before he made his move, noticing her empty glass and rising to refill it.

Throughout their game, her light green eyes remained fixed on him. She found every aspect of him fascinating—the stylish cut of his hair, the elegance of his suit, the subtle gleam of gold on his wrist and cuff, and the fluidity of his movements when he spoke. He exuded an air of elegance and control.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we'll never finish the game, bella mia," he teased.

Kassandra blushed, accepting the glass he offered with a hand that trembled ever so slightly. He had effortlessly read her thoughts, embarrassing her in the process. It also reminded her of how little she knew about him. As she pondered the questions she should have asked earlier, tension crept into her voice. "Are you married?"

Levi raised an ebony brow in surprise. "Why do you ask?"

"Is that a yes or a no?" she pressed.

"I'm single," he confirmed.

Though her head spun a little, Kassandra skillfully avoided the trap he had set on the chessboard and shot him a triumphant smile.

"You're good," Levi conceded, amused by the suspicion that she may have intended to play a different kind of game. "We're tied. Tact or fact?"

"Fact," she replied, her grin challenging him.

Her audacious smile awakened his primal instincts. Leaning down, he gently grasped her copper-streaked tresses, raising her face to meet his. Their lips collided with a hunger that consumed them both, his kiss possessing a devastating expertise.

That taste of him overwhelmed Kassandra. Desire surged through her, igniting every fiber of her being. Sensations rippled through her slender frame, leaving her breathless. He kissed with an eroticism that was spellbinding. As he pulled her closer to him, her arms instinctively wrapped around his strong form for support, her head spinning with exhilaration. She resolved to abandon her need for caution. In this moment, she felt young, fearless, and truly alive.

"I can't resist you," Levi murmured softly.

"We were playing chess," Kassandra whispered breathlessly, reminding him of their original intention.

"I'd rather play with you, delizia mia," he declared.

His directness caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed, uncertainty mingling with her desire. With a sardonic laugh, he appraised her exquisite face with smoldering golden eyes. Lowering his head once more, his tongue explored the delicate skin of her collarbone, causing her to gasp and press herself against him. Her body thrummed with anticipation, her senses heightened. Fingers intertwined in his black hair, relishing its silken texture, while the intoxicating scent of his skin acted as an aphrodisiac.

Levi had initially planned to finish the game first, but desire coursed through his veins, driving him with a newfound intensity. Their bodies fit together flawlessly, as if they were destined to connect. What he was experiencing was addictive, and he craved more of her, all of her. Gently, he lowered her onto the sofa, shedding his jacket and tie.

The brief separation made Kassandra pause and question her choices. Despite her clouded mind, she urged herself to get up. Her burnished hair framed her face like a halo of Titian beauty as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of passion and uncertainty, her lips rosy from their previous encounters. In that moment, he smiled down at her. "You are stunning," he whispered, a smile so captivating that it made her heart bounce like a rubber ball in her chest.

A tiny pulse danced wildly at her collarbone as Levi's mouth found the delicate skin. She gasped, arching towards him. Her body hummed with a restless energy, and she struggled to manage the overwhelming sensations. His hand traced the bare skin beneath her T-shirt, cupping a small, enticing mound. For a split second, she tensed, momentarily forgetting that she wore no bra. He pushed aside the turquoise fabric, exposing her modest breasts to his appreciative gaze.Levi reveled in the exquisite beauty before him, his fingers delicately grasping the rosy nipple. With each gentle caress, a stifled moan escaped her lips. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, craving the connection they so desperately desired. As he toyed with her sensitive peaks, her breath grew ragged, her body consumed by anticipation.

The momentary distraction of removing her jeans brought her back to reality, her surprise evident in her eyes. But the overwhelming desire between them left no room for sensible thoughts. "Levi," she whispered, amazed.

In an instant, he recaptured her attention, his fingers entwined in her hair as he kissed her with a devouring passion. A small tug in her hair brought a complaint to her lips, but he quickly freed her from the bracelet, discarding his watch without hesitation.

Struggling with the buttons on his shirt, Kassandra's inexperience showed. Levi leaned back, removing it himself. "You'll get the hang of it," he murmured thickly. "I'll give you all the practice you need, my sweet delight."

The feel of his warm, muscular torso beneath her hands was intoxicating. She yearned to explore further, but he pushed her back against the arm of the sofa, his mouth claiming hers with an insatiable need. And just as he discovered the tender core of her being, conscious choices faded away. The sensation was new and overwhelming, but he possessed the skill to guide her through it. Pleasure enveloped her, and she trembled and whimpered, lost in the sensation.

Levi had never been so consumed by desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The woman beneath him ignited a fire within him, breaking through his usual cool demeanor. His powerful sensuality took control, and he moved over her effortlessly. She tensed at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her. Her eyes widened, and a cry escaped her lips before she could contain it.

With furrowed brows, Levi gazed down at her, his golden eyes filled with curiosity. "Am I the first?" he asked breathlessly.

"Don't stop," Kassandra pleaded, closing her eyes tightly. The whirlwind of sensations overwhelmed her, her body craving his touch with an urgency she couldn't deny.

Levi's hands found their place beneath her hips, guiding his movements with a skill that left her breathless. Her heart pounded as he taught her the rhythm of his desire, a boldness that delighted her senses. The excitement built, gripping her in an unyielding need. Pleasure rippled through her, tightening its grip until she could no longer resist. She reached her peak, shattering into pure delight.

But the delight was fleeting.

Levi held her close, his voice ragged. "It's been a long time since anyone made me feel this way, my beautiful one."

Still reeling from the experience, Kassandra reveled in the newfound connection she felt. "I've never felt like this before," she admitted helplessly.

Levi's cool, assessing gaze bore into her. "I have one important question. Why did you give me your virginity?"

The directness of the question caught Kassandra off guard. She hadn't made a conscious decision in that moment; she had simply acted on instinct. Levi's suspicion only added to her unease. "I... I didn't think about it," she confessed, feeling less mature than ever.

Levi's suspicion lingered as he shook his head. "It was an unexpected pleasure, but I know there's always a cost. So, tell me, what do you want in return?"

Confusion furrowed her brow. "Why should it cost anything?"

"I'm a wealthy man. Nothing comes for free," he countered with a hint of derision.

The realization hit Kassandra like a punch to the gut. How could she have given herself to someone who believed she wanted financial gain in return? The shame washed over her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Levi cursed in Italian as she pulled away from him, his concern shifting to a more immediate issue. "Are you using any form of birth control?"

Dizzy and distraught, Kassandra couldn't believe what she had done. But she refused to think about it while still in his presence. Her focus now was on escaping the scene of her worst mistake. She reached for her clothes, refusing to meet his gaze.Getting intimate with a stranger is an experience fraught with awkwardness and shame, Kassandra painfully reflected. She struggled to put on her clothes, her hands trembling as she pulled up her panties, tugged on her T-shirt, and forced her jeans on with such force that she scratched her thighs.

Levi was outraged by her apparent indifference, growling, "Obviously that doesn't bother you too much."

"What bothers me most at this moment is that I had sex with a truly horrible guy," Kassandra shared, her regret seeping through her low-pitched tone. "I know I'm going to live with this mistake for a long, long time. Getting pregnant by you would add a whole new dimension to this nightmare, and I can't believe that even I could be that unlucky."

Levi's response was dripping with icy bite. "I doubt if that will be your reaction if it happens. Having my child could be a very lucrative lifestyle choice."

"Why do you think everyone's out to rip you off?" Kassandra demanded, her rage overpowering any desire to hide away. "Or is it just me you reserve the offensive accusations for? You really shouldn't mess around with the cleaning staff, Mr. Price. Your nerves aren't cut out for it!"

Levi tried to diffuse the situation. "You need to calm down so that we can discuss this like adults," he breathed, his dark eyes locking onto hers with determination. But Kassandra shook her head vehemently, her copper-streaked hair flying back from her flushed cheekbones.

"No," she said firmly. "I don't want to discuss anything with you. I had too much to drink. I did something I wish I hadn't done. You have been very, very rude to me."

"That was not my intention," Levi insisted, watching her intently. She looked young and magnificent, her distress palpable and her words slightly slurred.

"No, you couldn't care less if you were rude or not! You think you can get away with it," Kassandra snapped, her fury burning bright. "You deserve a gold-digger! If you think for one minute that that explanation excuses you for talking to me as if I was a prostitute, you're seriously out of line!"

"I wasn't aware that I made an excuse," Levi replied, his tone devoid of remorse.

Kassandra dismissed him scornfully. "You haven't even got the manners for that, have you?"

Levi tried to steer the conversation towards more important matters. "If you could rise above my failings in that department, I believe we have more important things to consider—"

"I doubt if I'll be pregnant, but if the worst was to happen, you don't need to worry," Kassandra interrupted, her voice glib as she walked towards the door. "I wouldn't even consider going for the 'lucrative lifestyle choice' option!"

"That's not funny," Levi said grimly.

"Neither are your assumptions about me," Kassandra retorted, marching down the corridor. She realized he was following her and quickly entered the lift, repeatedly pressing the button to close the doors. But he managed to slip past them and join her inside the claustrophobic space. Ignoring him, Kassandra radiated hostility, wondering why he refused to leave her alone.

Levi glanced at his watch, only to realize it was missing. He had left his sleek timepiece behind in his office. "It's late. I'll take you home."

"No, thanks," Kassandra replied curtly.

As the lift stopped, Levi positioned himself between her and the opening doors. "I'll take you home," he insisted.

"What is it about the word no that you don't understand?" Kassandra asked, her defiance unwavering.

Levi moved closer, his intent gaze locking with hers. "But you feel the burn between us the same way I do, bella mia," he husked, reaching out to touch her cheekbones gently.

For a moment, Kassandra was frozen, tantalized by his approach and teased by his touch. She felt the ache of desire and his intense sexual magnetism. But then anger surged within her, breaking through her paralysis. "I don't feel anything!"

Dodging him in a sudden burst of defiance, Kassandra stormed across the brightly lit foyer towards the exit doors. She was in turmoil, deeply disturbed by what had transpired between them.

"Kassandra," Levi called out, unable to believe that she would actually walk away from him.

"Get lost!" Kassandra snapped, oblivious to the fact that they had an audience. One of the security guards, who had been pretending not to notice the commotion, hurried forward to open the door for her. She walked out onto the street.

Kasen Green, Levi's security chief, stepped forward from his hidden position in the shadow of a pillar. He looked uneasy. "I—"

"While I appreciate that it is your job to take care of my security, your zeal is occasionally more than I require," Levi informed him dryly. "No more enquiries or checks on Kassandra Reed. She's off limits."

"But—sir—" Kasen began, his dismay evident.

"I don't want to hear another word about her," Levi declared firmly. "Except for one piece of information: the lady's address."

CHAPTER THREE

Kassandra LAY IN BED sleepless far into the night.
Kassandra lay in bed, unable to find solace in sleep. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one more intense than the last. Anger, hurt, shame, and resentment clashed within her, leaving her feeling utterly disappointed in herself. She couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't listened to her own instincts. Tired of the monotony of her life, she had rebelled like a rebellious teenager. She had lived a safe and quiet existence for far too long, and Levi Price had been the irresistible temptation that had broken her resolve. But she blamed the alcohol for clouding her judgment. Why had she pretended that their connection was nothing more than a game of chess?

Her fingers trembled as they brushed against her flat stomach. The mere thought of becoming pregnant terrified her. Taking care of her own needs was challenging enough as it was. She scolded herself for panicking. What good would it do? Why did she always expect the worst? It was true that she had faced some tough times in recent years, but she knew deep down that everyone had their share of hardships.

The next morning, Kassandra fed her cat, Tigger, and made a conscious effort to think positive thoughts. It was her day off, and she couldn't afford to waste it. She needed to conduct research for an essay at the library. However, on her way there, she found herself stopping at a pharmacy, reading the small print on the back of a pregnancy test to determine when she could use it.

She was standing in line for the bus when her phone rang. It was the cleaning company she worked for, informing her that she had been let go due to a complaint about her performance at the Torrenco building. It felt like a punch to the gut. Levi Price had orchestrated her dismissal. How low could a person sink? But then again, was such callous behavior really that surprising? She couldn't help but recall the humiliation of being dumped, not by Gareth himself, but by his mother. The memory made her stomach churn with shame. Her childhood sweetheart hadn't even had the courage to break up with her face-to-face. He had abandoned her at a time when she needed his support the most. His lack of faith in her had made her wrongful imprisonment even more unbearable.

Her mind drifted back to the summer after she finished school. Her plans to study law at university had been put on hold because her father was dying. After his passing, she had taken a live-in job as a caregiver for Agnes Taplow, an elderly woman rumored to have dementia.

When Agnes Taplow complained about missing pieces from her antique silver collection, Kassandra's employers assured her that it was all in her imagination. But the disappearances continued, and one day, a rare early Georgian jug was found in Kassandra's handbag. The police were called, and Kassandra found herself accused of theft. She had been confident that the true culprit would be exposed and her innocence proven, but she was caught in a web of lies and deceit. With no family to support her, she was unable to prove her innocence in court. She was found guilty and served her prison sentence.

But Kassandra reminded herself that those events had occurred when she was young and powerless. Since then, she had learned to fend for herself. Why should she let Levi Price get away with taking away her livelihood? It was true that he had wealth, status, and power, while she had none of those things. But even if she couldn't change her situation, she had every right to confront him and speak her mind. It was the only strength she had left.

"There's no sign of your watch, Mr. Price. I've searched your office thoroughly," the security man reported, sounding rueful.

Levi, his sleek ebony brows furrowed, rose from behind his desk. He had a flight to catch to Norway, but he couldn't ignore the fact that his expensive platinum watch was missing. Perhaps it had simply fallen beneath some furniture when he took it off the night before. Searches were never as thorough as people claimed them to be. The watch was misplaced, not stolen. He didn't share Kassandra's paranoia about strangers. However, he couldn't overlook the fact that his watch held immense value.

His entire staff seemed to be in a state of stress and indecision, huddled together in a whispered consultation near the door. His senior executive assistant was on vacation, and her absence seemed to have thrown the team off balance. Finally, one of them broke away from the group and approached him apologetically. "There's a woman named Kassandra Reed waiting in Reception, sir. She isn't on the approved list, but she seems convinced that you'll want to see her."

A cool and hard satisfaction settled on Levi's darkly handsome face. Just as he suspected, Kassandra's dramatic exit had been nothing more than an empty gesture. He felt relieved that he hadn't sent her flowers to make amends. Such conciliatory gestures weren't his style. "I do. She can accompany me to the airport." The personal assistant couldn't hide his surprise, as Levi rarely saw anyone without an appointment and the women in his life knew better than to interrupt his workday.Levi's mind buzzed with anticipation as he began to plan his return to London in two weeks. The prospect of being reunited with Kassandra, the woman who had captured his heart, filled him with excitement. He made his way to the private lift, knowing it would transport him to the car park where he could start his journey back to her.

Kassandra entered the room with confidence, her head held high and her features radiant. Her slanting cheekbones and bright green eyes were complemented by a soft flush of color. Yet beneath her composed exterior, her heart raced with nervous energy. She had expected a private meeting with Levi, only to find him surrounded by other men. Despite her disappointment, she managed to maintain her composure. She couldn't afford to lose her temper in front of everyone. The effort required to contain her emotions felt like a pressure-cooker on the verge of exploding. And to make matters worse, Levi's presence still had the power to stir a response within her that was both electrifying and infuriating. She labeled him inwardly as an aristocrat of superficial charm and manners, unimpressed by his facade.

"I suppose your goal is to escort me out of here as discreetly as possible," Kassandra condemned, her voice seething with anger.

Levi's gaze lingered on her beautiful face and her perfectly proportioned body, causing a stir among his companions. It was undeniable that Kassandra possessed a striking allure, even without makeup or designer clothes. "No, I'm actually heading to the airport. You can keep me company on the journey," he replied, his tone dripping with charm.

"Don't bother with your charm offensive. I can hardly stand being this close to you in an elevator!" Kassandra shot back, her words like bullets. "You complained about me, and now I've been fired. I'm only here to tell you what I think of your despicable behavior—"

The elevator doors opened, revealing an underground car park. "I never lodged a complaint," Levi clarified as he stepped out of the lift. "It's possible that my security advisors' inquiries about you were mistaken for a complaint. Your employer, given the temporary nature of your contract, might have decided it was best to let you go."

Walking briskly by his side, Kassandra wasn't sure whether to believe his explanation or not. "If that's the case, then you should ensure fair treatment for me," she insisted.

Levi had a different perspective on the situation. He wasn't disappointed to hear that Kassandra would no longer be cleaning the Torrenco building. In fact, he considered it a positive development. If she was going to be a part of his life, she couldn't be engaged in such lowly work. "I'll find you something more suitable," he assured her.

"I don't want you to 'fix me up' with anything!" Kassandra exclaimed, incredulous at his nonchalant response. "I'm not asking for favors, just fair treatment."

"We can discuss it in the limo," Levi suggested smoothly.

Kassandra felt a wave of discomfort wash over her at the thought of getting into the car with him. She finally tore her attention away from Levi long enough to take in her surroundings. A chauffeur in uniform held open the door of a luxurious limousine, while several imposing bodyguards stood nearby. She realized that continuing the conversation with Levi meant getting into the car. Despite feeling out of her depth, she climbed in, trying her best not to gawk at the opulent interior and state-of-the-art equipment.

"Naturally, you're upset. It's regrettable that you've been treated unfairly," Levi said in his deep, resonant voice. The sound sent a shiver down Kassandra's spine, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that he knew exactly what to say and how to say it in any situation. A sense of distrust crept in, causing her to stiffen like a cat being petted against its fur. "I'm glad you recognize the unfairness of it," she replied, her voice tinged with skepticism.

"You don't need to worry," Levi reassured her confidently. "I'll make sure you find another job."

"It's easier said than done. I only have a good reference as a waitress," Kassandra admitted, already considering taking on extra shifts at the café to make ends meet. However, working longer hours waiting tables would exhaust her and impact her studies. It was only a short-term solution.

"Would you prefer to work in the catering industry?" Levi asked.

"No," Kassandra replied firmly, clenching her hands together. She had too much pride to ask anyone for help, even if it was his fault that she found herself in this predicament. But if he truly had the influence he claimed, there was a chance that this stroke of bad luck could be turned into something positive. "I would love an office job," she confessed hurriedly. "Even a junior position would do, just to gain some experience. I have good IT skills...and a rather empty resume."

"It's not a problem. I own a chain of employment agencies. I'll arrange it today," Levi offered.

"I'm not asking for any special favors," Kassandra insisted defensively.

"I'm not offering any," Levi replied, his hand closing gently over hers, pulling her closer.

Wariness flickered in Kassandra's green eyes, but she couldn't deny the allure of his touch and the confidence in his words."I'm not here for your seduction routine," Kassandra asserted, her voice laced with determination.

Levi's husky response was immediate. "Your pulse tells a different story, bella mia." His thumb and forefinger gently encircled her delicate wrist, his smouldering dark golden eyes daring her to resist.

That single look ignited a fire within Kassandra, as though she were burning from the inside out. Desire coursed through her veins, leaving her nipples straining and her pelvis tense with anticipation. Without a second thought, she leaned forward and claimed his sensuous mouth for herself. It was an impulsive move, one driven purely by instinct, impossible to resist.

Levi's powerful libido responded to her boldness, eagerly deepening the kiss. He explored the moist interior of her mouth with a rhythmic eroticism that left her longing for more. Her fingers tangled in his black hair, desperately holding onto the passion between them. One kiss led to another, each more frantic and unsatisfying than the last. Frustrated, he pulled her closer, guiding her hand to his pulsing erection.

Her fingers pressed against the undeniable proof of his arousal, even through the fabric of his trousers. Heat blossomed within her, leaving her weak and trembling with desire. She knew what he wanted, and she knew what she wanted, even if it had never appealed to her before. The intensity of the moment made her eyes snap open.

Reality crashed back in as she realized they were still in a moving car, surrounded by traffic in broad daylight. She had forgotten everything – where she was, who she was. The loss of control frightened her. Pulling away from him, she took a steadying breath and placed her hand on his thigh.

Levi's hand, warm and strong, closed around her hair, preventing her from moving too far away. His scorching golden eyes held her captive. "Don't start something you're not prepared to finish."

"I have work to do," Kassandra replied, lifting her chin but feeling the heat of a blush on her cheeks.

Accustomed to instant compliance, Levi studied her with shimmering dark eyes. Then he laughed, appreciating her nerve. "What work?"

"I have another part-time job. I'm also studying."

"And I have a flight to catch."

Her heart sank heavily in her chest. He traced a slow path across her swollen lower lip with his finger, sending shivers down her spine. It took all of her self-control not to lean in for more intimacy.

"I'll see you when I get back to London – in a couple of weeks, delizia mia," Levi murmured softly.

"A couple of weeks?" Kassandra asked, her confusion evident.

Levi explained his schedule, and disappointment flooded her. He would be away for so long. She averted her eyes, irritated by her own reaction. What was the point of seeing him again? Was she just a fleeting novelty? Even if he was interested, it wouldn't last. All she had to offer, on his terms, was her face and body. Was that enough for her?

Levi checked his wrist, only to realize for the tenth time that morning that his watch was missing. He shrugged it off, already making plans to replace it at the airport. "I took off my watch last night. Did you notice where I put it?"

Furrowing her brow, Kassandra tried to remember. "It was on the carpet. I stepped over it. Look, seeing each other again isn't a good idea—"

His gaze was unwavering. "Try keeping me away."

"I'm serious—"

Levi picked up his phone and dialed a number, speaking rapidly in Italian. After a moment, he turned his attention back to her. "Would you be interested in becoming a receptionist?"

Kassandra nodded eagerly, the prospect of a job offering a glimmer of hope. After a brief conversation, he gave her an address for an interview the following morning. "No need for an interview," she asked.

"No, the job is yours for three months. Longer, if you make a good impression."

"Thank you," she muttered awkwardly as the limo came to a stop.

Levi stepped out, and Kassandra followed suit, but he didn't notice. He was already walking away with his bodyguards close behind. His departure was casual, leaving her feeling uncertain. As she sank back into the limo, she noticed a familiar-looking man on the pavement, eyeing her with scrutiny. She realized he must work for Levi.

The chauffeur interrupted her thoughts, asking where she wanted to go. As the luxury vehicle resumed its journey, dropping her off at the library, Kassandra was lost in a happy daze, excited about her new job.

Nearly two weeks later, Levi returned to London. He was in high spirits.

His security chief, Kasen Green, greeted him with a serious expression, handing over a slim file. "I know I'm risking my job by saying this, but I can't stay silent. You need to see this dossier. I'm convinced your watch has been stolen."

CHAPTER FOUR

EYES AS BRIGHT AS STARS, Kassandra studied her reflection in the mirror.
Kassandra gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes shining like stars. Lyla Price, her cheerful friend, teased her about her celebrity-like appearance if she were to put on sunglasses and a bored expression. Kassandra was dressed in a vibrant yellow vintage dress that hugged her curves perfectly. It made her feel classy and confident, which was important for her date with Levi Price, a man from a centuries-old family.

She had done her research on Levi's background and wasn't intimidated by it. However, she couldn't help but worry that he might be disappointed if she showed up in her usual jeans. Unfortunately, she couldn't afford to buy a new outfit with her new job just starting. Luckily, Lyla had come to the rescue, offering her a dress from the café manager's vintage collection.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Kassandra hugged Lyla tightly, promising to take good care of the dress. Lyla was thrilled to see Kassandra so excited about going on a date. However, Kassandra didn't have high hopes for her evening with Levi. She believed he was only interested in experiencing a different lifestyle.

Lyla asked if Kassandra would tell Levi about her past, referring to her time in prison. Kassandra grew pale and tense, knowing that her secret might come out. She assured Lyla that she wouldn't lie if Levi asked, but she didn't think he would stick around long enough for a heartfelt confession. Lyla advised her to give their relationship a chance to develop before revealing everything.

Kassandra knew that Levi was sophisticated and well-traveled, making it difficult to pretend she had spent time abroad. She appreciated Lyla's romantic nature but couldn't bring herself to confess that she had already been intimate with Levi. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt. She pushed aside her fears about potential consequences and decided to take a pregnancy test in a few days.

Surprisingly, Levi had called her multiple times since leaving London. He shared stories of his adventures in Norway, describing the breathtaking landscapes and his love for expensive coffee. Kassandra had also researched him online and discovered his privileged upbringing in an Italian palazzo. Despite being virtually disinherited, Levi had achieved great wealth and success at a young age. He was known for his dangerous sporting activities and his relationships with beautiful women from the celebrity and socialite circles.

As Kassandra rode the bus home from work the next day, she tried not to dwell on Levi's reputation. She owed her new job at an advertising agency to him, and she loved every moment of it. She knew that without his help, she wouldn't have had this opportunity to prove herself. It didn't mean she would sleep with him that night, but it did mean she would continue to hold back and not let her guard down so easily.

With a hint of amusement, Kassandra put on the citrus-yellow dress and was picked up by a car promptly at eight. She couldn't help feeling tense and uncomfortable, unsure of where they were going. She had assumed they would be going out somewhere, but maybe Levi had other plans. Perhaps he was worried about her table manners or appearance.

As she walked into a stunning reception room in an exclusive residential block, her heart raced and her cheeks flushed. Levi greeted her with a smile, and she couldn't help but think that "gorgeous" was the perfect word to describe him. His dark chocolate-colored suit, paired with a fawn T-shirt, gave off a casual yet classic vibe. Just one look at his chiseled face and Kassandra felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach.It required an immense amount of self-control for Kassandra to rise above the overwhelming urge to speak her mind. She knew that she had to find the right words, ones that would convey her thoughts without causing further damage to an already strained situation.

"Is this your apartment?" she asked, her voice laced with tension.

Levi's dark eyes, cold as ice, scanned her from head to toe. Despite his disgust at the revelation of her true character, he couldn't deny the striking physical allure she possessed. Her bright yellow dress complimented her glorious hair, and her green eyes sparkled like polished jade against her pale complexion. It was evident to him that the outfit was designer faux-vintage, and he had no doubt that she had acquired it with the money from selling his watch.

"Yes. Why?" he retorted, his tone smooth as glass.

"Are we going out?" Kassandra inquired, her voice filled with restraint.

Levi met her gaze with unwavering intensity. "I thought we'd be more comfortable staying here."

"Either we go out somewhere, or I go home," Kassandra declared, her chin raised defiantly. A mix of disdain, anger, hurt, and pride emanated from her. "I'm not an easy option for you to call upon whenever you desire sex. If that's all you're interested in, I'm leaving. No offense intended."

A flicker of gold ignited in Levi's dark eyes, as if Kassandra had thrown a burning torch onto a pile of hay, igniting a blazing fire within him. "You can't leave until you've answered certain questions to my satisfaction."

Kassandra froze, her body tensing up. "What are you talking about?"

"Let's keep it simple. You stole my watch. I want to know what you did with it."

"I...stole your watch? Are you insane?" Kassandra exclaimed, struggling to comprehend the sudden accusation. "I remember you asking about it before you left London, but-"

"You were the last person to see it in my office. It can't be a mere coincidence that you also have a criminal record for theft," Levi interjected.

Her delicate complexion drained of color, leaving her looking ashen. He had thrust her back into the nightmare she had thought she had escaped. He knew about her past, and she felt sickened, cornered, and under attack. He believed she was a thief, solely responsible for his missing watch. Her mind whirled in turmoil, and her throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe.

Levi briefly wondered if she might faint. Her face had turned as white as snow, a stark contrast to her vibrant hair and dress. She was clearly terrified. He didn't regret using this direct approach; he valued efficiency and quick results.

"I didn't steal your watch," Kassandra managed to say, her voice trembling.

"Are lies really the best course of action at this point?" Levi challenged, unimpressed. "I could call the police right now and let them handle it. But I would prefer to deal with this privately. Keep two things in mind: I have no sympathy for those who try to take advantage of me, and I have never viewed women as the weaker sex."

"I didn't touch your watch!" Kassandra vehemently protested. A rapid pulse throbbed at the base of her throat, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. The mention of the police terrified her, bringing back memories she desperately wanted to forget, and had no desire to relive. With her history as a former offender, how could she possibly defend herself against an accusation from a wealthy and powerful man?

Levi regarded her with cold determination. "You won't be leaving this apartment until you tell me the truth."

"You can't do that!" Kassandra exclaimed, disbelief evident in her voice. "You don't have the right."

"Oh, I believe you'll grant me the right to do as I please, cara mia," Levi countered silkily. "I'm convinced that you'll do whatever it takes to keep the police out of this. Am I correct?"

As she absorbed his astute observation, Kassandra's teeth nearly chattered together. Fear made her skin clammy, but simmering rage burned within her. "How did you find out about my prison sentence?"

"My head of security started investigating you when he noticed your moves on the surveillance camera. He's thorough."

"Is he?" Kassandra retorted, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "I would say that I make a convenient scapegoat-"

"Kasen Green doesn't operate like that," Levi asserted. "He used to be in the police force."

"Even better!" Kassandra let out a bitter laugh, unable to hold it back. "He saw that I had a criminal record, and that was that, right? Case closed!"

"Are you denying that you stole the watch?"

"Yes, but clearly you don't believe me, and I have no way of proving that I didn't take it. Obviously, there's a thief in your office. It could be someone in a smart business suit, someone tempted or seeking a thrill. Thieves come in all shapes, sizes, and walks of life."

Levi stared at her with a mixture of scorn and determination. The crime for which she had been convicted disgusted him. She was far from the refreshingly genuine and unspoiled girl he had thought she was. Her beauty concealed a rotten core of greed. As a caregiver and companion, she had betrayed the trust of an elderly person and systematically robbed her charge over several months. She had been prosecuted for the theft of a single item found in her possession, but Levi strongly suspected that she had also been responsible for stealing and disposing of other valuable antiques that had mysteriously vanished during her employment.

"I don't need you to state the obvious," Levi replied dryly. "In this case, I'm confident that I'm looking at the culprit."

"But then you're confident in every aspect," Kassandra said, shaking her head slowly. Her copper and amber hair shimmered with streaks of brightness, forming a metallic halo that accentuated the paleness of her skin.

Dully, she realized that she was in shock. In a matter of minutes, he had shattered the newfound self-belief she had cultivated. He had lured her away from the safety of her quiet life, only to threaten to destroy her. She despised him for it. She hated his arrogant certainty that he was right and she was wrong. And she hated herself for briefly believing that she could be involved with someone like him. What kind of fool had she become? Did she believe in fairy tales as well? She had let down her guard the moment she put on the pretty yellow dress.Beneath the anger and fear, a deep sense of humiliation festered. Levi's words cut through Kassandra like a knife, his lack of emotion etched onto his handsome face. He had no interest in hearing her side of the story, no faith or patience to spare. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a convicted thief, and while she may have served her time, he refused to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"I didn't take it, so I can't help you," Kassandra replied tightly, her words framed with frustration.

Levi's ebony eyes bore into her, implacable and unyielding. "Then I'll hand you over to the police."

The mere thought of going back to prison sent a shiver down Kassandra's spine. In that moment, she was transported back to the cold, empty cell, the hours stretching endlessly before her. The powerlessness, the despair, and the fear washed over her once more. The scar on her back seemed to throb with remembered pain. Beads of sweat formed on her upper lip, goosebumps prickling her skin. Unlike Lyla's daughter, who never returned, Kassandra had survived her previous ordeal. But the idea of facing it all again, the loss of freedom and dignity, was too much for her to bear.

"I don't want that," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

"Neither do I," Levi confessed lazily. "It would be rather tacky to admit that I slept with the office cleaner."

His insult stung, but Kassandra brushed it aside. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a solution that would prevent involving the police. She knew that only something out of the ordinary would appeal to Levi Price. He thrived on danger, risk, and competition.

"If I can beat you at chess tonight, will you let me walk away?" Kassandra proposed, her words filled with a newfound determination.

Levi was taken aback by the sudden change in her attitude. In that one reckless sentence, she not only acknowledged her guilt but also bargained for her freedom. And yet, she did so without apology or explanation. Her audacity was intriguing. "You're challenging me?"

Defiance burned bright in Kassandra's green eyes, even as panic and insecurity threatened to consume her. She knew that she was fighting for her life, for a chance to keep it from falling apart once more. "Why not?"

Levi's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "What's in it for me? A good game? That watch was worth at least forty grand. You certainly value your entertainment."

Kassandra's apprehension grew as she realized the true value of the missing item. Forty thousand pounds? She hadn't even considered that it could be so valuable. But she had no choice. "The choice is yours."

"If you lose, I want my watch back," Levi declared, his words laced with biting sarcasm. "Or, at the very least, the details of where it was disposed of."

Avoiding his astute gaze, Kassandra carefully avoided a direct collision. But his tacit agreement to her challenge sent a surge of adrenaline through her veins, easing the tension that had gripped her. She would play him, and she would do whatever it took to win. Because if she lost, she would be right back where she started, with the added disadvantage of Levi's outrage when she couldn't provide the watch or the information he sought.

"Okay," Kassandra agreed, pretending she could deliver on that impossible deal. After all, he had given her no other choice.

"And I think that, regardless of the result, I should enjoy another round of the best entertainment you can offer, delizia mia," Levi murmured, lifting his phone to request a chess set.

Confusion clouded Kassandra's features. "Sorry?"

Levi gave her an appreciative glance. Her delicate tea rose appearance contrasted with the ingenious and audacious suggestion she had just made. "We finish the contest in bed."

Kassandra stiffened, anger flooding her cheeks. It was an unfair demand, one that shattered her. "Regardless of who wins?"

"There has to be something extra in it for me," Levi replied, his voice filled with desire.

Kassandra's gaze shifted to the window, her mind filled with thoughts of the lack of view she would have in a prison cell. The reality hit her hard, reminding her of who held the true power. He had the upper hand, while she only had her wits. "All right."

A manservant appeared, carrying a polished wooden box containing a chess set. The board table was set, complete with intricately carved pieces. A maid arrived with refreshments, but Kassandra declined, her focus solely on the game ahead. On the surface, it was all so civilized, as if she were an honored guest. But deep down, she knew that she was playing for her very survival.

Levi lifted a white and black pawn, closing his hands around them. Kassandra selected a fist, winning the white pieces. She took it as a good omen, her concentration intensifying. Time seemed to fade away, leaving only the patterns and combinations on the board before her. Levi played aggressively, steadily advancing his pieces. But Kassandra's strategy was intricate, her moves lightning-fast, pushing the pace. She allowed him to capture her bishop, then maneuvered her knight behind his.

"Check," she breathed softly, and moments later, she trapped his king.

"Checkmate," Levi conceded, stunned by her brilliance and incensed by her concealed skill during their previous games.

Kassandra exhaled slowly, trembling with relief. It was over; she was safe. Her skin glistened with sweat, her body still charged with adrenaline. Pushing her chair back, she stood up.

Levi, his dark golden eyes shimmering, followed suit. "You cheated last time we played," he accused.Perhaps it was her way of teasing, Kassandra thought, lifting her head defiantly in response to the crackling tension in the air. "Guys don't like being challenged, do they?"

"Some prefer a challenge," Levi countered.

"But you're not one of them," Kassandra dared with a sneer. "Your past is filled with a remarkable number of simple-minded women."

"Horses for courses," Levi rhymed, unapologetic. "Is this the real Kassandra Reed? Or is there yet another version of you waiting in the wings? You're full of astonishing contradictions."

Annoyed that he hadn't reacted angrily to her taunt when she was trying to keep him at arm's length, Kassandra remained noncommittal. "Am I?"

"A cleaner, when you could be a model. A virgin. A chess player who could join the Olympic team. And a thief." Levi reached out, his lean brown fingers tangling in the thick waves of her hair, streaked with amber and copper. "I don't like what you are, but you fascinate me, cara mia."

His thumb brushed against the delicate skin beneath her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He was so close she could smell his cologne, a scent that had become achingly familiar, awakening her senses. The proximity of his strong, powerful body was impossible to ignore. Her lips remembered the taste of him. Her body yearned for him, eager to relive the experience. Her breasts felt warm and heavy inside her bra. Her breath fluttered in her throat as she battled against her own sensuality.

He tilted her head back, his golden eyes locking onto hers with a merciless intensity. "You keep the watch... and tonight, I keep you," he reminded her with ruthless precision. "But I don't want a martyr in my bed."

Kassandra had no intention of playing the victim, and she was too proud to reason with him again. She knew how he operated. If she controlled the chessboard, he would control the bedroom. She had made the deal, and she refused to let her emotions cloud her judgment. She was stronger than that. Life had thrown curveballs at her before, but she would handle it, just as she always had, she told herself fiercely. He took her hand in his and led her down the hallway.

The master bedroom suite overlooked a sprawling rooftop garden. It was hard for her to believe that something so beautiful could exist so high above the bustling streets. She focused on the garden while he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer as she watched his reflection in the sunlit wall of glass. He leaned down, his proud head pressing against her narrow white shoulder blade. He discovered a place she didn't know existed, igniting a response that sent shivers through her body, pulling her back into awareness of him.

Levi chuckled softly. "I don't want a woman who behaves like an exquisite automaton. I want you fully awake, delizia mia."

"What do those words mean?" she whispered.

"My delight—and you are. Ever since I left London, I've been plagued by wildly inventive dreams about you," he confessed in a husky voice.

"So my being a thief didn't really matter to you?"

His powerful frame tensed behind her. He spun her around to face him, his dark eyes flaring with a silent censure.

But Kassandra remained untouched by his anger. In fact, she was almost provoked by the contained fury she sensed within him, held back by self-control. "Are you ashamed that you're using your power over me to get me into bed again?"

Levi appraised her with a smoldering gaze before bursting into laughter. "No," he admitted, his handsome face breaking into a spectacularly amused smile. "But why would I be? You want me just as much."

"Don't men always tell themselves ego-boosting stuff like that?" Her voice wavered slightly as he eased her dress down her arms and lifted her effortlessly, as if she were a doll.

In response, Levi leaned in, his dark head arrogant and kissed her. The curl and flick of his tongue against the roof of her mouth made her shiver. The emotions she had locked away burst forth in a hungry surge. She wanted him, hated herself for wanting him, and refused to surrender to it. As her defenses grew, he pulled her closer, tasting the sweetness of her soft lips with an unexpected tenderness that left her transfixed. He followed that tantalizing assault with a passionate urgency that sent sparks dancing through her veins. With a rough sound in his throat, he freed her breasts from her bra and cupped one in his hand. Her knees weakened, her body aflame.

"You want me too," Levi rasped against her reddened lips, bruised by their fervent kisses. "Admit it."

"No!" Her emerald eyes flashed with defiance as she pulled away. Grabbing her yellow dress, she shook it out and laid it carefully across a chair.

"Even if it would be beneficial to please me?" Levi's voice was smooth as silk.

"You get one night, and that's it. You never come near me again!" Kassandra hissed, her voice laced with determination. "Understood?"

"I understand, delizia mia," Levi intoned, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed. "Whether or not I'll accept it is another question. I don't like doing what other people tell me."

"Tell me something I don't know." As she found herself sprawled on the bed, clad only in her briefs, Kassandra's tone softened. Uncomfortable with her partially exposed state, she glanced anxiously at the sunlit windows. "For goodness' sake, close the curtains!"

Amused by her sudden shift from defiance to panic, Levi pressed a button to draw the curtains and flicked another to turn on the lights. He discarded his jacket and tie, his gaze fixed on her with the single-minded intensity of a predator. In his bed, she was as rare and exotic as a tiger strolling through a drawing room.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Kassandra felt uneasy and turned away, shielding her bare breasts. Her shyness infuriated her, seeing it as yet another weakness. Her conscience screamed at her, reminding her of her actions. She had kissed him back with more than just tolerance.How could she have greeted him with such enthusiasm, a man she despised? Yet, there was something unsettlingly comforting about it. Why did she still respond to him?

Levi's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the jagged scar that marred her back. "What happened to you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Kassandra quickly hid herself against the pillows, ashamed that he had seen the ugly reminder of her past attack. "It's nothing," she muttered.

"That's not nothing," Levi insisted, his voice firm.

She kept her green eyes shielded, her body tense. "I don't have to talk about it if I don't want to."

Levi, dressed only in designer boxers, sat down on the bed. His tall, bronzed frame exuded masculinity, and his muscles hinted at his athleticism. "Are you always ready for a fight?" he asked.

Kassandra felt the tension coursing through her. "If you don't like it, send me home."

Levi's dark golden eyes bore into her, a hunter sizing up his prey. She couldn't tear her gaze away from him. He reached out and gently touched the nape of her neck. "Maybe I could get used to fighting, my sweet," he husked, tilting her mouth towards his.

Her nerves were on edge, her body rigid. The kiss was both teasing and provocative, tempting her with promises. Her breath caught in her throat. The taste of him intoxicated her, but she fought against it, determined to withstand his advances. He found her delicate breasts and played with her sensitive peaks. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, but she resisted his sexual prowess.

Levi pulled her into his arms, determined to break down her resistance. There was urgency in his touch, a demand in his fervent kisses. She squirmed beneath him, trying to maintain her distance, but he was drawing her into a storm of passion where pride had no place and only desire ruled.

"You want me too," he said thickly. "I saw it in you the first time you looked at me."

She lowered her lashes, hiding her apple-green eyes. She wouldn't admit it, but she couldn't deny the desire he had awakened within her. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. The scent of his skin intoxicated her. From the moment they met, he imprinted on her senses, and she had recognized him on every level. It scared and infuriated her, but it also exhilarated her.

"You're so stubborn," Levi growled in the charged silence.

"I'm not here to boost your ego!" Kassandra declared.

He silenced her with a passionate kiss, punishing her with pleasure. Every nerve in her body responded eagerly. He explored her body with his mouth, lingering on her breasts, teasing her most tender flesh. The excitement overwhelmed her, her heart pounding in her ears. Soon, the yearning became an insatiable need. His touch pushed her to the edge of torment, aching for release.

"Levi..." she whispered.

"Say please," he urged breathlessly.

She gritted her teeth. "No!"

"One day, I'll make you say please," he swore.

But Kassandra wasn't listening. Trembling with desire, she pulled him closer. Levi, hot and impatient, needed little encouragement. His golden eyes blazed as he entered her, filling her with heat and strength. She cried out in surprise, acknowledging his invasion. He had ignited an irresistible hunger within her, and now they embarked on a journey of dark, delirious pleasure. It was glorious, and her capacity for enjoyment seemed boundless. His intense passion drove her wild with excitement. Sensation built until it became an exquisite agony, and finally, he sent her spiraling into a tumultuous release.

A moment of pure ecstasy and joy enveloped them. In the aftermath, she felt intimately connected to him, transformed and at peace. But then reality crashed back in, shattering those fleeting moments of bliss. She remembered their complicated relationship and felt anger, humiliation, and bitter disappointment. As a deep hurt threatened to surface, she pushed it down and tore herself away from his embrace in an act of rejection.

"Can I leave now?" Kassandra asked, sliding off the bed and positioning herself to depart. "Or are you going to insist that I stay the whole night?"

Levi was used to women who showered him with compliments and witty remarks after intimacy. He found her attitude offensive.

Without waiting for his response, Kassandra hurriedly stood up, only to be engulfed by a wave of dizziness. The room spun before her bewildered eyes, and she struggled to stay upright. Her face glistened with sweat as she swayed and staggered, eventually sinking back onto the bed.

"What's wrong?" Levi asked, concern etched into his features.

Kassandra fought against the rising nausea, taking slow, deep breaths to clear her dizzy head. "I probably stood up too quickly."

"Stay lying down," Levi instructed, pressing her back against the pillows. "I thought you were about to faint."

"I haven't eaten in hours. That's all," she muttered, feeling foolish for letting her dramatic exit be halted so abruptly. "I'll be fine in a minute."

"I'll order some food," Levi said, reaching for the phone and starting to get dressed.

Kassandra refused to look at him. "I just want to go home."

"You can leave as soon as you've eaten something and feel better," Levi replied politely, his lean face serious.

Overwhelmed by an unfamiliar weariness, Kassandra swallowed hard and remained silent. She knew that feeling better wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He had shattered her peace of mind and wounded her pride. And what if her worst fear came true? What if she was pregnant? Pregnant by a man she despised?

CHAPTER FIVE

THE next morning, Kassandra woke up feeling sick again.
The following morning, Kassandra awoke to a wave of sickness that washed over her once again. Fear gnawed at her as she stared at the pregnancy test she had purchased prematurely. The wait had become unbearable, and she couldn't ignore her nerves any longer. It was astonishing how such a short amount of time could hold so much significance. Within minutes, she discovered the result she had dreaded: she was going to have a baby. Panic and nausea churned in her stomach, propelling her towards the bathroom. Even the thought of a simple piece of toast was unbearable for her tender digestive system.

Meanwhile, Levi's day was off to a less than satisfactory start. He had just arrived at the Price building when his senior executive PA, Alessandra, and his security chief, Kasen Green, urgently requested a meeting with him.

Alessandra placed the watch on Levi's desk, a sight he never expected to see again. "I'm truly sorry, sir. I'm devastated by this. On the morning I went on holiday, I came into the office early to make sure everything was taken care of before I left. I found your watch on the floor of your office and locked it in a drawer in my desk for safekeeping--"

"You found my watch?" Levi interrupted, incredulous. "And you said nothing?"

"I was in a rush to leave, and there was no one else around. I did email another staff member to let them know where your watch was, but it seems the message was overlooked," Alessandra explained, her troubled expression evident. "When I returned to work this morning, someone mentioned that your watch had gone missing and everyone assumed it had been stolen. It was only then that I realized no one knew what I had done."

Throughout the day, Kassandra couldn't help but notice every pregnant woman around her, surprised by their abundance. Although the reality of her situation hadn't fully sunk in, she could sense the impending panic. Other women managed to handle unplanned pregnancies, and she was determined to do the same. She had to consider all her options and remain calm. However, if she chose to be a single parent, she would need financial assistance—his financial assistance. The thought made her recoil with distaste. She couldn't forget Levi Price's comment about having his child being a "lucrative lifestyle choice."

"Call for you," Kassandra's colleague at Reception informed her.

"Why aren't you answering your mobile?" Levi asked, his deep, melodic voice vibrating down the line, freezing her in place.

"I'm not allowed to take personal calls. I'm sorry, but I can't talk to you," Kassandra responded flatly, terminating the call. She was furious that he had dared to contact her. Was there no end to his arrogance? Couldn't he understand that she wanted nothing to do with him? The night before, he had left her in peace to get dressed and eat her meal. She had returned home in a limousine and cried herself to sleep. Of course, she knew she would have to speak to him eventually, but at that moment, "later" seemed much more appealing than "sooner."

In the late morning, an extravagant flower arrangement from a renowned designer was delivered to Kassandra. Opening the card, she saw only Levi's initials. Why was he calling her and sending her flowers? Aware of the attention the lavish vase of tiger lilies and grasses attracted, she tried to return it to the delivery person. "I'm sorry, but I don't want this—"

"That's not my problem," he retorted, walking away.

An hour later, another call came from Levi, which she refused to answer. At noon, her supervisor approached her and discreetly asked her to take an extended lunch break. "In fact, I've been told to inform you that it's alright if you want to take the rest of the afternoon off."

Kassandra looked at her in confusion. "But why?"

"The boss received a special request from the CEO. I believe Mr. Price's driver is waiting outside for you," her supervisor explained in a hushed tone.

Embarrassment flooded Kassandra, and she wished she could disappear. As she opened her mouth to protest that she didn't want to see Levi and had no desire for special treatment, her supervisor retreated, clearly uncomfortable. Levi had all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, Kassandra thought, mortified by the covert glances and hushed whispers that accompanied her departure from the agency. He always got what he wanted and refused to wait.

Brimming with resentment, Kassandra climbed into the waiting Mercedes. Should she tell him about the pregnancy? Or should she process her own emotions before making any announcements? Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at an exclusive hotel and was escorted inside by a doorman. One of Levi's bodyguards greeted her in the foyer and led her to an opulent reception room.Levi sauntered through the slightly ajar balcony doors, effortlessly commanding attention. His striking good looks never failed to elicit a reaction from her, no matter how she tried to resist. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat. It was as if some untamed sixth sense of hers had already forged an unbreakable connection with him.

"What do I say?" His deep, velvety voice resonated through the room as he extended his graceful, tan hands. "I rarely find myself at a loss for words, but with you..."

"Well, believe me, I'm not lacking in things to say!" Kassandra interjected firmly. "How dare you put me in a position where I had no choice but to come here and see you? I enjoyed my job. But what you did today, going to the boss and demanding that I be let go, was career suicide!"

"I simply wanted to see you and I made a polite request. There's no need to exaggerate," Levi replied calmly.

"I am not exaggerating." Indignation sparkled in her emerald eyes. "I didn't know that you owned both the advertising agency and the recruitment company. A request from the CEO is practically a demand. Now, it's clear to everyone that we have some sort of personal connection. I'll be seen as nothing more than a nuisance at work! No one will take me seriously, and my colleagues will be counting down the days until my temporary contract ends."

Levi let out a measured sigh. "If there is a problem, I will ensure that you secure employment elsewhere."

Frustration knotted in her slender hands. "It's not that simple. Is that all you have to say?"

"No. I needed to see you today to apologize," he said, his dark eyes unwavering. "My watch wasn't stolen, it was misplaced. I sincerely regret accusing you of something you didn't do."

The change of subject and the revelation that his watch had been found momentarily distracted Kassandra, causing her brow to furrow.

"But there's one thing I don't understand," Levi continued, shaking his handsome head slowly. "Why on earth did you admit to stealing my watch in the first place?"

"What else was I supposed to do? You didn't believe me when I told you I didn't take it!"

"You didn't persist in pleading your innocence for very long. When you offered to play me for my watch, I naturally took it as a confession of guilt and acted accordingly."

"You acted appallingly." Anger flushed Kassandra's cheeks as she voiced her contradiction.

"I'm not one to be easily swayed. If someone offends me, I fight back. Unfortunately, circumstances were not in your favor. You have a criminal record, and it colored my judgment," Levi defended himself without hesitation. "But if you hadn't challenged me to that game on the terms you did, I wouldn't have slept with you last night."

Rage trembled through Kassandra. "So, even though you're apologizing, it's all my fault?"

"That's not what I said. I fired my security chief today because of this incident," Levi replied. "The ex-policeman who jumped to the same conclusion about you as I did. How can you call me unjust?"

Disgust filled Kassandra's voice as she responded, "That man never even met me. He had no personal knowledge of who I am. He was just doing his job. You should blame yourself for misjudging me, not him."

Levi looked disconcerted. "Unjust? How?"

"Unlike you, he had no reason to believe anything other than what he saw or heard. You should take responsibility for your own misjudgment," Kassandra said firmly.

Her words seemed to momentarily pierce Levi's icy facade. "Your compassion for Kasen surprises me. Why don't we discuss our differences over lunch?"

"I'd have to be starving to eat with you!" Kassandra retorted, unimpressed.

"I admire your passion, but I'm not a fan of drama, cara mia."

Kassandra's dissatisfaction grew, feeling like a wave crashing against an immovable rock. He was stonewalling her. Her accusations were bouncing off him without leaving a mark. Her pain and anger intensified as she struggled to break through his cold exterior. "Last night, I was afraid you would call the police. I was terrified of ending up back in jail. That's the only reason I slept with you, and I truly hate you for it."

"You're angry with me, and I accept that. I'm willing to make amends however I can. But I refuse to accept that you only slept with me out of fear," Levi declared.

Fury surged through Kassandra, energizing her. "Of course, you would say that!"

"But we both know it's not true." Levi locked his blazing golden eyes on her, a challenge in his gaze as scorching as his touch.

The air crackled with tension.

Kassandra's muscles tensed, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a ragged breath. "Don't tell me what I know."

"Then admit the obvious. The sexual chemistry between us is extraordinary. How often do you feel this much excitement just being in the same room with someone?" Levi murmured huskily.

Her legs felt weak, her stomach fluttering with butterflies, and her mouth dry. "That doesn't matter—"

"It always matters."In a fleeting moment, his intense predatory gaze penetrated her very being, igniting a surge of erotic awareness. The sensitive peaks of her breasts tingled with anticipation as memories of their previous encounters flooded her mind. The taste of his mouth on hers, the urgency of their connection - it all came rushing back. Her slender hands clenched into fists as a defensive instinct took over. Excitement coursed through her veins like a dangerous drug, awakening her senses in ways she couldn't resist. She shivered, caught in the grip of this madness, but fought against her own weakness, her anger resurfacing.

"I want nothing to do with you," she spat, her words laced with raw emotion.

Levi, undeterred, met her reaction with unrepentant eyes. "But if I were to touch you now, delizia mia, you would ignite in my arms," he declared, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Don't even think about getting that close!" Her tone was filled with a rawness that matched her emotions. "I'm not stupid. I know exactly what you think of me. You were quick to remind me today that I'm a convicted thief. You apologized for accusing me of stealing your watch, only to bring up my past in the same breath."

Levi held her gaze, unapologetic. "I won't lie or sugarcoat it. How can you expect me to feel about your history as a former offender? It's unacceptable. How could it be?"

Kassandra felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, a sensation she wasn't accustomed to. But around him, she wasn't herself. Her emotions were tangled and chaotic, making it difficult to think clearly. How would he react when she revealed that she was carrying his child, despite her shameful past? The thought of the humiliation that would surely follow overwhelmed her. She focused her attention on the balcony, fixating on a table and a crystal wineglass. "I hope you're giving me a ride back to work," she said through gritted teeth, her voice tight with tension. "I only have an hour for lunch, and I'm already late."

"I want you to stay," Levi stated firmly.

"You can't always get what you want," Kassandra retorted, struggling to regain control of her thoughts and feelings. "Things have become more complicated than you realize."

"What things?" Impatience etched his features and seeped into his tone.

She knew now that his only interest in her was sexual, a realization that mortified her. But she couldn't entirely blame him - after all, he had never faced resistance before. He possessed the arrogance of wealth and privilege, while her criminal conviction made her the lowest of the low in his eyes. And that would never change. She wondered why she hesitated in telling him about the pregnancy; time passing wouldn't alter the truth. In fact, she reasoned, revealing this news and giving him a chance to process it might be the more dignified course of action.

"I'm pregnant," Kassandra stated flatly, devoid of any emotion. "I took the test at home this morning."

The silence that followed was suffocating, stretching on endlessly and threatening to consume her frayed nerves.

Levi, in that instant, veiled his piercing gaze. His olive skin seemed to lose its color, turning ashen with shock. But that was the only visible reaction, for he quickly regained his reserve and self-control. "A doctor should confirm the result," he said calmly, without a trace of inflection. "I'll arrange an appointment right away."

Feeling unsettled by his cold composure, Kassandra nodded uncertainly in agreement. He was already on the phone, making the necessary arrangements. A few minutes later, he informed her that he had secured a private medical appointment.

"If it's confirmed, have you thought about what you want to do?" Levi inquired.

Her tension increased at the glimpse of a man who preferred to solve problems swiftly. "I don't want to terminate," she replied, her voice strained. She felt it was only fair to be upfront with him.

"I wasn't going to suggest that option," Levi assured her as he guided her out of the suite.

She noticed that lunch was no longer on his agenda. In the elevator, she spoke awkwardly, trying to set boundaries. "You don't need to come with me to see the doctor."

"We're in this together."

"The doctor will confirm the result. That's all you need to know for now."

"I was trying to be supportive."

Kassandra shrugged, unwilling to be drawn into further discussion. She didn't trust him. She didn't want to be pressured. The fact that he was careful not to reveal his true feelings about her condition only made her more cautious.

"I'll see you tonight, then," Levi conceded.

"I'd like a few days to think about all of this."

"How many days?"

As the uneasy silence lingered, Levi reached out and closed his hand over hers. "Kassandra," he prompted.

"I'll call you." She pulled her hand away, setting a boundary for her own sake as much as his. Though he didn't voice his dissatisfaction, a distinct chill settled over the atmosphere.

Just over an hour later, a well-spoken middle-aged gynecologist confirmed her pregnancy and warned her about being underweight. A nurse handed her a stack of informative leaflets. In that moment, the new life growing within her felt more real than ever before. Back at the advertising agency, she tried not to notice the curious looks and the sudden hushes that accompanied her presence. Deliberately, she stayed late to make up for the time she had missed during lunch.When Kassandra arrived at work the next morning, a vibrant gossip magazine awaited her on her chair. The pages were carefully folded open to a picture of Levi, emerging from a New York nightclub with a famous film actress clinging to him. Christabel Janson, a voluptuous blonde, seemed infatuated with her latest lover. Kassandra's throat tightened, her mood plummeted, and she forced a smile onto her lips that felt as heavy as concrete before tossing the magazine into the bin. This picture had done her a favor by shattering any foolish expectations or romantic notions she may have had. She was only expecting Levi Price's child, and that was the extent of their relationship now.

That evening, during her break at the café, Kassandra poured her heart out to Lyla.

Lyla made several brusque comments about Levi and offered a reassuring hug. "Falling pregnant is not the end of the world, so stop talking as though it is," she said firmly.

Kassandra gulped. "I'm terrified."

"It's just the shock. Not to mention the way Levi Price treated you when he accused you of stealing his watch," Lyla muttered, her mouth tight with anger. "His attitude makes my blood boil, especially considering what you've already been through."

"At least he was honest," Kassandra murmured heavily. "But I hate him for it. How is that fair?"

"Forget about him. I'm more concerned about you."

"Why am I crying all the time?" Kassandra lamented, reaching for a tissue to dab at her overflowing eyes.

"Hormones," Lyla answered simply.

Over the next two days, Kassandra discovered two missed calls from Levi on her phone. She kept it switched off because she didn't want to speak to him. That evening, there was an unexpected knock on the door of her bedsit. It was Kasen Green, the former police officer.

"I'd like to speak to you. Can you spare me five minutes?" he asked bluntly.

Pale and stiff with unease, Kassandra nodded reluctantly.

"Mr. Price has given me my job back as his chief of security," Kasen revealed. "And I understand that I have you to thank for that change of heart."

Kassandra was astonished. "But I only pointed out that it wasn't fair to blame you for misjudging me when you didn't even know me."

"In the circumstances, it was very generous of you to make that point on my behalf," the older man said warmly. "I wanted to thank you and let you know that if there's ever anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask for my help."

That night, Kassandra went to bed feeling slightly more cheerful and a little less burdened by her past. The next day was Saturday, and while serving breakfast at the café, Levi walked in. His intense gaze swept across the room, landing on her with punishing force. For a split second, she felt that edge-of-the-seat excitement, instant and powerful, coursing through her body like an electric charge. Her face flushed, and she hurried into the kitchen with an order, lingering there.

Lyla poked her head through the door. "Kassandra? We'll manage without you today. Let Levi take you home."

"Lyla, I—" Kassandra began.

"You have to talk to him eventually."

Reluctantly, Kassandra acknowledged the truth in Lyla's words. But it meant suppressing her burning desire to storm out and tell Levi exactly what she thought of his cheating ways. With a baby on the way, she needed to think long term. Levi was single, and he could do as he pleased. Her pregnancy was an unexpected turn of events. Now that the intimate part of their relationship was over, it made more sense to establish a civil connection with the future father of her child. After giving herself a quick mental pep talk, she emerged from the back of the café, clutching her bag and jacket.

Levi, cool and elegant in a black business suit and gold silk tie, stood by the cash desk, out of place yet undeniably commanding. A bodyguard stood by the door, while two more hovered outside on the pavement.

Levi's dark, deep-set eyes focused on Kassandra. Thin and pale as a wraith, with vibrant copper and red hair tied casually in a ponytail, and hostile apple-green eyes, she looked barely out of her teens. Yet none of these facts diminished the power of her haunting beauty.

"You were supposed to wait for me to call," Kassandra complained as she got into the limousine.

"That's not my style," Levi murmured lazily, his smoky voice ensuring that she remained acutely aware of his sensual charisma. "You need to collect your passport. We're flying to Paris this morning."

Already shaken, Kassandra's studied detachment evaporated at his words. "Paris? Is this a joke?"

"No."

"But to go all the way there for just one day, and when I'm supposed to be working..." Her voice trailed off because the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it.

Levi arched an ebony brow. "Why not? We need to talk, and you're stressed. I want you to relax today."

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