Chapter 51.

 Author’s POV.   Riyyan descended the stairs, all glammed up and confident, her heels clicking sharply against the floor with each step. The sound echoed through the grand house, announcing her arrival to everyone in the vicinity. Her mind was fixated on one thing—the image of the man she had dreamed of, and there he was, sitting in the chair, seemingly engrossed in his phone.  She couldn’t help but take him in. He looked even more striking in person, as always. Axel was dressed in his favorite color—black—like the night itself. His black trousers fit him perfectly, and his T-shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal his chiseled jawline and the muscular abs beneath, made her heart race. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his well-defined arms, veins bulging slightly with each movement. His curly hair was a bit unruly, but it only added to his raw, masculine charm.  As she made her way down, her heels clicking with every step, she saw him finally raise his gaze. For a s