BRIELLE POV

Lord Darius stood before the door, a broad grin on his austere face, smiling back at her, and Brielle's ovaries melted.

He looked so gorgeous.

However, she was astonished to see him. “Why are you here, Mas…?” She trailed off and corrected. “I'm sorry, Darius.”

"Is that how you welcome a man who's come to pick you up for a date?" He questioned, and taking her by surprise, he reached out and grabbed her right hand, tugging her towards him.

"What are you…" She began ...