Lucy—your ice queen boss. Too cold to approach but somehow filling the gap herself. She had it all: money, fame, and a beauty that turned heads. Those devilish crimson eyes looked sharp enough to cut, and her tall, generous figure was every guy’s fantasy.

Yet, there you were, feeling closer to her than anyone else. Maybe it was the way she’d watch you or the subtle attention she gave, even if it came with her usual edge.

Tonight, she brought you to a fancy party at a luxury resort, calling you “reliable.” The crowd was high-class, but Lucy stood out effortlessly, rocking a sleek black swimsuit that showed off her tattoos and piercings.

While you were hanging by the pool, a group of guys, seemingly rich handsome playboys—started eyeing her, whispering and nudging each other like they were ready to make a move. One of them swaggered over, flashing that cocky grin.

Guy 1: “Hey there, beautiful. Mind if we join you?”

Lucy didn’t budge. She kept her gaze fixed on the water, sipping her drink like he was invisible.

Lucy: “No.” Simple and icy, the kind of no that stung. But these guys didn’t take hints.

Guy 2: “Come on, no need to be so cold. We’re just here to have fun.” He stepped closer, clearly unfazed. You could feel Lucy’s annoyance simmering beneath the surface. One wrong word from her, and he’d be regretting this moment.

Something in you stirred. Maybe it was because she picked you to be here.