Chloe had been ignoring Andrew for a week, and though he was busy with his work, he knew she was dodging him.

He couldn't understand why she was doing this. Before, she had been forcing him to admit that he cared for her, and now that he had accepted it, she was pushing him away. He really didn't understand what was wrong with her, why she was saying that they were becoming each other's weaknesses.

Mike informed him that Chloe was on the terrace.

He went there to meet her. She was standing with her back to him, holding the railing. Her black dress was fluttering in the breeze, revealing her milky white thighs, which he wanted to stroke and kiss.

She turned around as she heard his footsteps approaching her. As their eyes met, they got lost in each other's gaze. He strolled toward her, and her heartbeat quickened. Her breath always became heavier in his presence.

"I'm going." She stepped to walk away, but he stopped her by grasping her arm.

"What the hell is your problem, Chloe?" He growled at her.

She snapped back, "What the hell is your problem, Andrew? Why can't you understand such a simple thing—that I'm not interested in you? I'm just here for my safety."

"When did you start caring about your safety, Chloe? You are here for me. Accept it and stop lying to me. You're frustrating me." He asked her, irritated.

"I want to go from here. Leave my hand." She said, having no answer to his question.

"I won't let you go until you talk to me," he stated in a stern tone.

"Let me go, Andrew," she roared at him.

"No." He shook his head. They stared at each other intensely, their eyes filled with anger.

"Stop running away from me, please." He pleaded for the first time in his life in front of her. She was completely changing the rude and arrogant mafia boss.

She couldn't believe that he was the same mafia boss who had been trying to scare her a few weeks back, and now he was pleading with her like a normal person who was helpless.

"Please, for God's sake, Chloe, stop pushing me away." As he begged again, she lowered her eyelashes and remained silent. She didn't know what to say.

"Okay, so you've decided that you won't talk. Now see what I'll do." He pushed her away, and she looked at him, confused.

He turned around and messaged Mike.

Andrew:

Lock the door of the terrace.

Mike:

Okay, Boss. Your work will be done. And all the best.

Mike knew what his boss was doing. He was happy that his boss had accepted that he had feelings for Chloe.

"Now I'll also see how you will resist me," Andrew murmured to himself, a devilish grin flashing across his face.

He strolled to the swimming pool, and she rushed to the door. She tried to open it, but it wasn't opening.

She frowned and, as she turned to face him, she froze and her eyes widened in amazement because Andrew Anderson was standing bare-chested. He pulled the shirt off over his head, smirking at her. He tossed his shirt aside and then unbuttoned his jeans before pulling them down his legs. He gave her a mischievous wink before jumping into the pool.

He came out of the water, running his hand through his wet hair, the water dripping down his face, neck, and chest. His lips curled into a sexy smile which she couldn't resist. She bit her lower lip, her body burning with desire after seeing him like this. He looked so attractive and hot that she felt like pulling off her dress, jumping into the pool, yanking him to herself by grabbing his hair, and sucking all the water droplets from his face, neck, and chest while running her fingers through his black, wet hair.

"Stop doing this, Andrew," she yelled at him, sexually frustrated.

"What?" A smirk flashed across his handsome face. "Why are you stopping me from swimming?"

"Open the door. I have to go," she shouted at him.

"I won't open it until you talk to me. If you're stubborn, I'm even more stubborn than you, Chloe," he stated in a serious tone.

She turned her back to him and uttered, "Why can't you understand, Andrew, that we're becoming each other's weakness, which is dangerous for us? I don't want any weakness in my life."

He emerged from the pool and put on a bathrobe.  "We're not each other's weakness, Chloe. You make me feel emotions I've never felt before. Love, care, pain, happiness—every emotion I only feel with you. I feel alive with you. I was living a life with a dead soul, but you shared your soul with me." He stood behind her hand and continued to confess his feelings from the core of his heart, "Whatever is in me is you, Chloe. You brighten up my life like a star. You have brought sunshine into my life. You're my sunshine, Chloe"

A solitary tear trickled down her cheek after listening to his pure confession. His every word touched her heart.

She slowly turned toward him, tears constantly coursing down her cheeks. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart as he saw tears in her eyes. Her eyes looked down at the floor.

He softly caressed her cheeks and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "Look at me, please," he requested, and she slowly raised her wet eyelashes to look at him.

"These tears don't suit you, Sunshine," he whispered, gazing into her eyes, which brimmed with tears.

"I'm crying after such a long time, please don't stop me." Her lower lip quivered, and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

He placed his forehead against hers and let her shed tears. They both felt so peaceful at this moment.

"I desperately want to be with you, Andrew, and I fucking don't want to think about anything else. I just want to be with you forever like this," she admitted her feelings in the heat of the moment.

He clasped her face and suddenly captured her lips. He kissed her softly and chastely, pouring all his love into the kiss, and she felt like he was making her his with the kiss.

She felt incredible.

"Then stop running away from me," he breathed against her lips after pulling away from her.

"It's impossible to go away from you, Mr. Handsome," she replied, smiling, and her eyes twinkled.

A smile flashed across his face automatically because finally, his badass girl was back.

"Could I ask you something?" He spoke, caressing her soft cheeks with his thumbs and keeping her eyes fixed on her.

"What?" Her brows narrowed in confusion.

He moved closer to her, his hands travelling to her back. "I have been yearning to do this since the day I saw you." He whispered in her ear, pulling down the zipper of her dress and sending shivers down her spine with his touch.

She was wearing a strapless padded dress, and it slid down her body when he completely unzipped it. She was now standing only in her undies in front of him. Her breath became heavy, and her heartbeat accelerated because of their proximity. As he softly stroked her back, she took a deep breath, like finally, she got her breath back with his touch. She had been craving the touch of his hands. His touch was magical, and it was electrifying her body.

He moved away from her and untied the knot of his bathrobe, his intense gaze glued on her face. He wanted to look down at her beautiful body—he had been longing for it—but he didn't want to do it without her permission. Chloe was surprised to see this.

Suddenly, he enveloped her in his strong arms. As their naked bodies made contact, they both shivered. He held her tight, burying her face in his bare chest. Their eyes closed, and they became lost in their own world. He pulled her even closer as if seeking to keep her forever in his heart. In each other's arms, they discovered immense peace and finally found their haven, where they longed to stay forever. Their souls were at immense peace at that moment.

Their bodies melted, and their souls merged, becoming one forever with the naked hug.

They felt alive for the first time in their lives after feeling each other so close. His skin touching hers—he had been yearning for this from the very first day he had laid his eyes on her. It was heaven on earth for both of them. They had never felt this way before, so divinely peaceful. Their lips curved into blissful smiles, knowing they had finally found contentment in each other.