Second Marriage, The Billionaire's Planned Love novel Chapter 62

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Dominic’s POV

Walking in

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exclusive boutique in Little Italy to catch up with Zoe and Ivy, I never

ter perfection wrapped in danger. She moved like liquid silk er gowns, every gesture calculated yet graceful. This wasn’t mere as complete captivation by a living work of art who clearly deadly world we all inhabited.

breathtaking. Her body curved in all the right places beneath that fitted as, rich caramel skin practically glowing under the boutique’s crystal ers. Those dark curls cascaded down her shoulders like expensive silk I ately wanted to run my fingers through. Every professional smile she offered e my pulse race with thoughts of claiming those full lips as mine.

ingered with the girls, manufact who clearly catered to families older secrets – exactly the ki of made men. But Gemma

untouchable. When I Zoe and Ivy were efficiency of a

So I purch her les

ses to stay near this enchanting woman boutique itself reeked of old money and ment that dressed the wives and daughters background noise, polite yet distant, odel one of those curve–hugging evening gowns ily functions, she shut me down with the

anyway, along with matching heels that would make uldn’t try it on for me, I’d find another way to see her gathering.

onal contact information, she handed me the store’s ame detached professionalism she’d show any customer. Not nition for my position in the organization. Challenge accepted,

ught me back like a man possessed, trying every approach to crack armor. Nothing worked. Then Zoe and Ivy arrived, catching me

Gemma for any acknowledgment.

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employees uncomfortable. The rejection stung, but her fire only intensified my

obsession.

Monday morning, Zoe delivered the shopping bags to my office along with a stern lecture about boundaries.

“Dominic, don’t mess with Gemma. She’s genuinely good people trying to make an honest living.”

“Trust me, Zoe, she’s absolutely perfect.” I couldn’t suppress my grin.

“Don’t be disgusting, Dominic!” She scolded me like a disapproving older sister.

I spent the entire day staring at those bags, plotting my strategy. This woman had completely scrambled my normally calculating mind without offering even an ounce of encouragement. By evening, I was practically climbing the walls with frustration.

I headed straight to Little Italy, positioning myself across from her boutique like some lovesick soldier. She was inside helping customers, looking absolutely radiant under those lights. Eventually she’d have to leave for the day, and I’d be waiting.

I ducked into the cosmetics store opposite hers, attempting casualness. A petite girl with silver braces immediately approached with knowing eyes.

“Looking for something special for someone special?”

I glanced around, realizing how obvious my surveillance must appear. We stood before an elaborate display of luxury cosmetics, and I scrambled for plausible cover.

“Shopping for my sister. She’s obsessed with this stuff, but I’m completely out of my depth.” I flashed my most disarming smile.

Her metallic grin told me she saw straight through my act.

“You’re not shopping for cosmetics. You’re stalking that girl across the street. Caught red–handed. “But I could help you… or I could alert security about the creep watching my friend work.”

This kid was sharp as a blade and twice as dangerous.

“Look, I just want to ask her for coffee. Let me use this as cover, and I’ll make it worth your time.”

“How worth my time?” Her eyes gleamed with entrepreneurial opportunity.

“Pick whatever you want. I’ll cover it.”

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“What’s your spending limit for this ‘sister’s gift“?” She was already calculating angles.

“I honestly have no clue what any of this costs.”

“Depends which girl you’re planning to pursue.” This teenager was a natural negotiator.

“What difference does that make to the price?”

“Well, depending on your target, your ‘sister’s gift‘ gets significantly more expensive.”

Christ. This little shark was about to fleece me completely.

“Fine. It’s Gemma.”

“Ooooh! That’s going to cost you serious money.” Her grin widened dangerously. “You’ve got it bad for Gemma. If you’re serious about impressing her, I’ll share everything I know.”

Now she had my complete attention.

“What’s this going to cost me, little entrepreneur?” Straight to business.

I surveyed the boutique products surrounding us. How expensive could cosmetics possibly be? If this kid possessed insider information about Gemma, the investment would pay dividends.

“Are you buying the entire inventory?” She shook her head knowingly. “Then start talking while you shop.”

“Deal.” We shook hands like seasoned business partners. “You’ve got until her break.”

Later, I knew Gemma had recently ended a relationship after discovering her boyfriend’s infidelity with a coworker. What a complete fool.

“Time to settle accounts.”

“It’s Dominic, Lila,” I corrected, handing over my platinum card to this miniature extortionist.

“I’m still calling you Dominic.” She processed the payment with satisfied efficiency. “Thanks for exceeding my monthly quota.”

She’d assembled an elegant case filled with premium cosmetics. Seemed reasonable enough. My phone buzzed with a bank notification, and I glanced at the total casually. “Lila, I think there’s been some mistake with this amount.”

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“Let me double–check.” She compared receipts with angelic innocence. “Nope, Dominic. Exactly correct.”

Nearly thirty thousand dollars. For makeup.

“Jesus Christ! This stuff actually costs that much?”

“Language, Dominic.” She tsked mockingly. “Life lesson – quality women require quality investments. Premium cosmetics demand premium prices. I curated this collection specifically for Gemma’s complexion and style. She’ll love it. But don’t present it on your first date – she’ll refuse out of principle. Wait until you’ve established trust, then find the perfect moment.”

This young girl had just schooled me in both business strategy and romance psychology. I couldn’t decide whether to be impressed or terrified.

“She’s grabbing her purse. Give me your card – I’ll have this delivered to your office so she won’t see you carrying it.” Even her logistics were flawless.

“Lila, call me tomorrow. I want to discuss a position with our organization.” I handed her my business card and left.

I timed my exit perfectly, pretending to check messages while walking directly into Gemma’s path.

“Sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going.” My most disarming expression.

“No problem. Here visiting Little Italy again?”

“Picking up something for family business.”

“Ah, the devoted family man.” Her smile was radiant.

“Something like that. Coffee break?”

“Just a quick one.”

“Mind if I join you?” She hesitated briefly.

“Alright, but only for a short while.”

I maximized that time, but she still wouldn’t offer her personal number. I spent the rest of the week haunting Little Italy like Gemma’s devoted shadow.

Thursday finally brought breakthrough. I leveraged Zoe’s plan for Xavier to reconcile with Ivy, agreeing to facilitate only if Gemma joined our group dinner. Afterward, she

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