Melanie's gaze snapped up to Preston's face.
In all her life, she had never heard her father willingly offer a favor to anyone.
A tense hush fell over the police station. Every eye in the room locked onto Preston.
Especially Gregory and Camilla's.
It felt as if this single man held their son's entire future in the palm of his hand.
Spending time in a jail cell might have seemed like a temporary loss of freedom, but in their world, a criminal record would shatter his reputation and deal a catastrophic blow to the family empire.
Gregory and Camilla held their breath, sweating in agonizing suspense.
Preston remained silent for what felt like an eternity, appearing to weigh the offer carefully.
Finally, his deep, magnetic voice broke the quiet.
"I'd really love to make a good impression on you, sir..."
A collective sigh of relief echoed from the speakerphone and from Dominic's parents.
Dominic merely scoffed.
He knew it. The second Nathaniel threw his weight around, a nobody like Preston wouldn't dare refuse.
"...But I'm afraid I have to stand by my girl's decision on this one."
The entire room stared at him in utter shock.
Melanie looked at him in total surprise, only to find a calm, unwavering smile spreading across his strikingly handsome face.
Her heart did a wild flip in her chest, and she instinctively pressed a hand over it.
She had always joked with his mother that she was only after him for his rugged good looks.
But the truth was, there were plenty of gorgeous men in the world. Yet there was only one man who understood her soul this flawlessly...
Preston.
"Think very carefully about what you're doing, Mr. Whitmore. This path offers you absolutely no benefits," Nathaniel threatened over the line, his voice vibrating with barely contained fury.
Gregory had saved his life years ago. If Melanie was the reason his savior's only son ended up behind bars, how could Nathaniel ever look the man in the eye again?
"Oh, there's definitely a benefit to this, sir..."
Preston replied coolly, his gaze shifting to Melanie.
"It keeps my girl happy."
The ride was quiet, but Melanie couldn't wipe the grin off her face the entire way.
"What's got you in such a good mood? Just the fact that Dominic's spending the night in a cell?"
Preston asked with an amused chuckle as they stepped into their apartment living room.
Melanie shook her head, still smiling. She turned around, wrapping both arms securely around his neck, and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek.
Preston blinked in surprise.
She was standing so close, her radiant smile lighting up her features, and her eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy.
Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her back.
Capturing her lips this time.
The soft friction of their mouths sent an immediate jolt of electricity racing through them both.
Melanie didn't let go of him, her fingers tangling slightly in the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You really pissed my dad off tonight. Aren't you worried he's going to make your life a living hell and forbid us from being together?"
Staring down into her vibrant, teasing eyes, Preston's expression didn't waver for a single second.

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