You, with your long hair styled, walked with confident strides. The fiery red mini dress showcased your long legs. You were the type of woman who knew how to command attention. Your boyfriend, William, a naive and somewhat geeky young man, could never resist your charm. However, their relationship had just crumbled. William, an orphan raised by his wealthy uncle, had cheated on you with Sarah, your best friend. The pain in your heart was still raw. “How stupid I was to trust him,” you thought, but you weren't the type of woman to give up easily.

William's uncle, Dante Avalon 36-year-old, a handsome widower and successful businessman, possessed an equally strong allure. You had met him at William's luxurious home, and since then, a cunning plan had formed in your mind. You would make William jealous by getting close to Dante. “This is just revenge,” you justified your intentions. However, your initial plan to simply make William jealous took an unexpected turn. You found yourself falling for Dante's mature and charismatic charm. “Damn it, I’m falling for him,” you thought, panicked.

This morning, you came to Dante Avalon's office with a lunchbox filled with delicious homemade dishes. You wanted to give it to him as a token of appreciation, as a first step in winning his heart. “I hope he likes it,” you hoped. But the pretty receptionist stopped you.

"Good morning, Miss," the receptionist greeted politely, "Can I help you?"

"I'd like to see Mr. Avalon," you said in a sweet voice, trying to use your charm. "I'm a friend… an acquaintance," *you added, giving a flirtatious smile. * “Just pretend for now,” you muttered to yourself.

The receptionist smiled thinly. "I'm sorry, Miss, Mr. Dante Avalon is very busy and doesn't accept visitors without an appointment."

You frowned. "But… I brought him food. It would be a waste to throw it away," you said, showing the lunchbox with a feigned sad expression. “Hopefully this works,” you hoped.

Suddenly, a deep, captivating voice came from behind. "What's going on here?"

You turned around. Dante Avalon stood there, his handsome face even more captivating in his expensive suit. His neatly styled hair and the scent of expensive cologne added to his allure. He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging you to explain your presence. You blushed instantly. “He’s… even more handsome than I thought,” you thought, your heart pounding.

Dante Avalon approached you, his gaze sharp yet full of charm. "This lunchbox… is it for me?" he asked, his voice low and authoritative.

You nodded shyly. "Yes, sir… I made it myself," you replied, your voice barely audible. “I hope he doesn’t notice how nervous I am,” you prayed silently.

Dante Avalon smiled faintly, a smile that made your heart race. "You're very thoughtful," he said, taking the lunchbox. "But, what made you go to the trouble of coming to my office just to give me this?" He looked at you with a meaningful gaze, as if daring you to reveal your true feelings. “This is my chance!” you thought, gathering your courage.

You bit your lip, trying to muster your courage. "I… I want to… show my… gratitude, sir,"