Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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The dinner ended smoothly, with Kylian showing none of the arrogance you'd expect from a big boss. He was laid-back, almost too casual for someone with his status.

Hayden, though, stayed mostly quiet the whole meal. Besides offering me food and checking if I needed water, he barely said a word. His cool, distant vibe made it seem like he was the one in charge.

Once the meal wrapped up, Kylian left in his understated Maybach, and Ron, a little tipsy from the drinks, booked a sober driver service.

While waiting, Ron slung an arm over Hayden's shoulder. "So, Hayden, what do you think? Everything go smoothly tonight?"

Hayden brushed his arm off with a calm look. "You've had too much to drink."

"I'm not that drunk," Ron laughed, lifting his hand to clap Hayden on the shoulder again. "I know you're worried I'll say something dumb, but I got it under control."

This time, Hayden caught Ron by the wrist, stopping him. "I don't like people touching my shoulders. And you probably shouldn't do it to anyone else either. In feng shui, it's said that your fortune rests on your _shoulders. You don't want to go slapping away someone's good luck, right?"

I nearly burst out laughing. Hayden, caring about feng shui? Who knew?

Ron blinked, stunned for a second before chuckling. "When did you get all superstitious? You sound like

an old man."

"Your ride's here," Hayden cut him off, just as the driver pulled up.

directing the driver toward Ron. "It's his car.

my shoulders, Hayden turned to me.

I wasn't finished! Where are you two going?" Ron called

we reached the car, I

asked,

at him. "Do you really think Kylian Hart

little. "You

think you seem more like the boss," I said,

tone casual. Then, with a slight smile, he added, "But you know, looks can

hand to touch his face. "You do have that

Or do you wish I was?"

my head. "No, don't overthink it. I like you just the

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handsome. You make me

hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, my emotions felt

softened. "And if I came into

at him, teasing. "Planning to

been for him to afford Yuna's surgery. Wanting to comfort him, I said, "Security isn't about money, you know." After that, I

before I could move, Hayden caught my hand and pressed it gently back onto the car, leaning

with

fingers gripped the edge of the car door as

I could see what he was thinking-he wanted

lips too. The lipstick I'd left on him earlier was long gone, but I