Chapter 35

“Uh… can I get an explanation for this, babe?” Trevon tapped the video Nora had sent, his brow furrowed. It showed Selina playing the violin onstage, captivating the audience with her skill.

“Just felt like playing, you know? Maybe schooling someone while I was at it,” Selina replied with a casual smirk. “Is that cool with you?”

“Totally cool,” Trevon said, his voice genuinely disappointed. “Just bummed I missed the live show.” He knew Selina could deliver a spectacular performance. Nora’s angry texts were piling up, but Trevon ignored them, captivated by the video. He couldn’t take his eyes off Selina, and when he finally looked at her in person, it was with a deep, tender gaze. “Babe, you’re amazing with that violin. What other secrets are you hiding?” His voice held a teasing tone. He couldn’t help but praise her inwardly. Top hacker from the Dark Web, killer guitar player, now a violin virtuoso… the more he learned, the more he fell. She was simply extraordinary—talented and gorgeous.

Trevon was that kind of man. All those stories about powerful men falling for ordinary women were fairy tales. A loaded family name wasn't necessary to attract his attention, but talent certainly was. And beauty was a considerable bonus. That someone as extraordinary as Selina had entered his world… he wasn’t about to question his luck.

Selina was oblivious to Trevon’s adoring gaze. Leaning against the car window, she watched the city rush by, her eyes closing wearily. “There are always more surprises where that came from,” she murmured.

Golden light streamed through the window, creating an angelic aura and highlighting her delicate features. Her hair cascaded perfectly around her shoulders. The atmosphere in the backseat was tense and intimate; Trevon couldn't stop staring.

The driver pressed a button, raising the partition and giving them privacy. After years of driving Trevon, he knew when to give his boss space. The car's fancy divider, a feature Trevon never expected to use, was now up. Funny how things changed.

Reaching the Brady manor, the driver hesitated, unsure whether to ring the bell. Peering into the backseat, he saw no movement and tried to slip away. But the door opened to reveal Trevon.

The driver began, “Mr. Brady, should I–” but Trevon held up a finger. Selina was sound asleep. He scooped her into his arms, princess-style. She nestled comfortably against his chest, murmuring something before snuggling closer. Trevon exuded warmth and comfort; Selina’s guard immediately dropped.

He carried her through the manor, under the awestruck gazes of everyone. Jaws dropped, whispers arose. Trevon, the serious businessman, was showing an unexpectedly tender side. The women present glared with envy, unable to comprehend how Selina had snagged such a catch.

In her room, Trevon gently placed Selina on the bed. She grabbed his hand, using it as a pillow, and drifted back to sleep. Trevon’s eyes softened; he couldn’t resist a proud smile, leaving his hand where it was.

The youngest hotshot running Insight Group, the man who rarely left his study, was now a human pillow. If anyone else had seen it, it would have been the talk of the town. But Trevon was enjoying it far more than he'd anticipated.

He surveyed Selina’s room. He’d only been here a few times since she moved into the manor. It looked much the same as his last visit, except for a couple of laptops and some unfamiliar items. “Huh, are these the tools of Charm, the ultra-sneaky hacker from the Dark Web?” he mused. “One would never guess.” Then his gaze returned to Selina.

Time passed, and Selina stirred. “Man, how did I fall asleep without noticing?” she thought. In her past, such unguarded sleep had been unthinkable. But since escaping the Harveys and reuniting with her friends, she had allowed herself to relax. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed something odd about her pillow. Why so stiff? Her blurry eyes met Trevon’s—he was staring at her.

“Up and at ‘em?” Trevon’s voice was rough, but it only intensified its depth and thrill. She felt a tingle at the sound.

“You…” Selina yelped, sitting up. Then she realized—she’d been using Trevon’s thigh as a pillow. Looking around, she confirmed she was in her room, her bed. Her brain whirred. “Wait, I conked out in the car?”

“Yup.”

“And you’ve been here since? You carried me here!”

“What, you think I’d leave? I tried to go, but you—my wife—clamped onto my hand, made my palm and leg your pillow. So here I am, camped out with you for over two hours.”