His pov:

A fancy party thrown by a woman full of glamour and wealth. To me, it was so tacky. If it wasn't for my friend dragging me here to see half naked women, I wouldn't be here, sipping on a cocktail. I looked around the party that was crowded with several people I knew—some business friends to some people I used to know. My eyes fell on my girl, my enemy, actually. She stepped out of the deep burgundy sports car like a scene from a movie—confident, graceful, and completely captivating. Her dress hugged her figure perfectly, with elegant draping that fell effortlessly at her side. A glossy YSL bag hung from her arm, matching the classic watch wrapped around her wrist. Her heels, black with striking gold stiletto heels, made every step she took feel powerful. I could catch the scent of L’Interdit by Givenchy as she approached—intense, alluring, and full of mystery, just like her. That night, she wasn’t just dressed in elegance—she was elegance, personified.

In a short time, I saw her sipping her drink with her bored face, her plump lips pouted making her look like a child. With my slow and confident steps, I approached her.

"You look tired, princess. Let me give you a seat."

My right arm was around her slender waist with my face close to her ear. As her face was filled with confusion, I whispered something to her.

"On my face."