Daddy's Rival 2: 3. Strings and Chains

Lila's POV

I told myself I wouldn’t see him again.

That the touch in the alley had been a one-time mistake — a moment of weakness in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

But Alexander Draven wasn’t the kind of man who let a moment stay in the past.

The first sign was the package.

It arrived the next morning. No note, no sender’s name, just a black velvet box tied with a thin silver ribbon. Inside was a diamond choker — delicate, glittering, worth more than most cars. My throat went dry as I lifted it, the diamonds cold against my skin. There was a tiny inscription on the clasp, in elegant script: Mine.

I put it back in the box and shoved it into the back of my closet.

His? I scoffed. Because of a piece of jewelry? Dream on, mister!  But my heart was going on overdrive, thumping like it was going to fall off any moment. 

I thought of the inscription again, "Mine", and felt a tiny tremor run through me. Exciteme