Chapter 109. I’m Done

Hermes POV

I catch sight of her the moment she steps into the room. The phone in my hand falters slightly, and I nearly miss a beat.

She’s wearing a soft cream midi dress, fitted just enough to trace the line of her figure without being scandalous. The fabric moves with her, simple heels clicking lightly against the floor. Her hair is pulled back elegantly, and her makeup is flawless—nothing overdone, nothing that screams attention, yet she owns the room.

My jaw drops slightly. Christ.

“Grande?” the voice on the other end pulls me back.

I curse under my breath. This resolve — This plan is easier said than done.

She’s not even dressed provocatively, not like she was that night at that club or those other nights, but still—fuck me—I’m jaw dropped.