Cecilia
Yvonne was already waiting at the practice range when I arrived, lounging against a golf cart with effortless confidence. She wore a canary yellow one-piece sports dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the hem just short enough to tease. Her sun-kissed skin glowed under the light, and her long, honey-blonde waves tumbled over her shoulders like sothing out of a shampoo comrcial. She looked like a walking sumr fantasy—bold, radiant, and utterly unapologetic.
Her eyes swept over , and her perfectly arched brow lifted in playful disapproval. "Oh, honey," she said, lips curling into a smirk. "Why don’t you just throw on a nun’s habit while you’re at it?"
I smiled faintly. "I’m here for a job interview, not to hook up."
Honestly, I thought I looked just fine. I’d chosen a fitted light blue sports set that showed off my figure without being over the top, tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, and kept my makeup minimal—glowy skin, defined eyes, and nothing too flashy. I looked composed, clean, and ready—professional enough for a business eting, even if it ca disguised as a golf ga.
Yvonne tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sweetie, n are visual creatures," she said, voice low and knowing. "Even werewolves—especially Alpha wolves."
"If Sebastian simply wanted a pretty face as his secretary, the position would already be filled," I countered.
"Being beautiful and capable aren’t mutually exclusive, darling." Yvonne playfully poked my side. "Lucky for you, I brought an extra outfit. We’re about the sa size—you can try it on."
Before I could protest, she dragged to the changing room, her determination leaving no room for argunt. Since I needed her introduction to Sebastian, I couldn’t exactly blow her off.
When I erged from the changing room. The white sleeveless top hugged my curves while the black pleated mini skirt barely covered my thighs, showcasing my long, creamy legs. The outfit emphasized every curve of my body in ways that would make most n’s jaws drop.
"Holy shit!" Yvonne gasped dramatically, covering her mouth in exaggerated shock. "Cecilia, you’ve been hiding all this under those boring suits? Xavier really is an idiot to let you go. What could Cici possibly have that you don’t?"
I automatically ignored the latter part of her comnt. Instead, I stared anxiously at my reflection. Would Alpha Sebastian think I was trying to seduce him? That wasn’t the impression I wanted to make with the most powerful Alpha in Port City.
"Yvonne, I think—"
"Shh." She silenced with a gesture as she pulled out her phone to answer a call. "Mr. Chu? You and Alpha Sebastian are already there? We’re on our way."
With that call, my window of opportunity to change back into my original outfit slamd shut. We headed out to et with the n.
"Yvonne, have you ever t Sebastian before?" I asked during our cart ride.
"Once, actually. I was about six when my parents took to the Black family ho for New Year’s. Sebastian was still young then—pale skin, chubby cheeks, absolutely adorable. After my family’s money troubles, we never visited again."
"I see..." I murmured, my mind conjuring an image of a pudgy, pale-skinned boy like a little cherub.
The golf cart turned a corner, and a vast expanse of green opened before us. In the distance stood a forest surrounding a lake, and closer to us were two n in sportswear chatting.
My eyes locked onto one of them, and I felt my pupils dilate with shock.
Mr. Chu was easy to spot in his navy polo and khaki pants. But it was the man beside him who grabbed my attention like a freight train. He was tall—half a head taller than Mr. Chu. Dressed in crisp white from collar to cuff, the fabric clung to his broad shoulders and tapered cleanly along his torso, emphasizing a body honed for strength and control.
Even at a distance, his posture radiated command. When he turned slightly, the sun caught his profile—and for a second, he didn’t look real. His features were sharp, chiseled like marble, but animated by sothing far more primal. Not just handso—he was stunning. Otherworldly. The kind of face you didn’t forget, even if you wanted to.
My vision swam for a beat as recognition hit—the man who got rear-ended.
"Alpha Sebastian!" I heard Yvonne’s excited whisper beside . "God, he looks nothing like he did as a child. When did he get so tall and gorgeous? I’m totally fangirling here!"
"I’m screwed," I muttered under my breath.
"You too? Did you just fall head over heels? I wouldn’t bla you—he’s absolutely drop-dead gorgeous!"
My expression probably looked worse than if I’d been crying.
The cart pulled up. Both n turned to acknowledge our arrival.
Mr. Chu smiled and waved, his eyes lingering on with obvious interest. Sebastian’s initial surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy deanor that made him seem completely unapproachable.
Yvonne led toward them. Despite my sinking hopes, I decided to make the most of the situation.
"Mr. Chu, Alpha Sebastian," Yvonne greeted them enthusiastically before quickly introducing . "This is my dear friend Cecilia. She ca especially today to check out Alpha Sebastian’s renowned golf skills."
Despite my internal panic, I kept a perfect poker face.
Mr. Chu joked, "I was wondering why the beautiful Cecilia would suddenly take an interest in golf and dress so attractively. So she’s setting her sights on Alpha Sebastian—bold move!"
Ignoring his banter, I greeted him politely before turning to Sebastian with formal respect. "Alpha Sebastian, it’s a pleasure to et you for the first ti."
The mont those words left my mouth, I realized my mistake. My eyes flickered nervously... damn my autopilot!
"First ti?" Sebastian’s pale gaze settled on my face, his voice cool and asured.
I maintained my respectful and composed expression while internally scrambling. Rather than acknowledge his implied question, I simply added, "I’m truly delighted to et you."
After speaking, I looked at him with a slightly nervous yet pleading expression.
[Please don’t blow my cover...]
Sebastian seed to get my silent ssage, and his lips curved into the faintest smile. "Cecilia certainly looks pleased," he replied, his rich voice carrying a hint of amusent. Every word from his mouth seed dripping with affectionate amusent.
His unexpected smile left both Mr. Chu and Yvonne totally shocked: Had I really won him over so quickly?
Yvonne shot a triumphant look.
I could only sigh internally. His words were hardly complintary—they were pure sarcasm.
We began our ga. Sebastian was incredible, and Mr. Chu wasn’t bad either. Yvonne and I took so swings as well, but we were clearly just there for show.
After making our way through the course, we retreated to a shaded area to rest.
Yvonne deliberately got Mr. Chu talking about new golf clubs at the club’s shop, pulling him away to give ti alone with Sebastian.
Sebastian sat down, and I hurriedly opened a water bottle and handed it to him, hoping to score so points.
He stared at my hand for several seconds before accepting the bottle. However, he simply placed it on the table without drinking.
I felt another wave of disappointnt wash over . [No shot.]
"Cecilia, who insists this is our first eting," Sebastian began while elegantly wiping sweat from his brow with a wet wipe, "you’ve gone all out to et . I hope you’re not just interested in my asurents." His tone was casual, but his words hit like daggers.
I pressed my lips together, choosing my words carefully. "Saying it was our first eting was a brain fart. When I asked Mr.Liam about you... it was because I accidentally stained your suit and wanted to buy you a replacent."
"As for why I wanted to et you today, I heard you’re hiring a secretary."
I laid out the real purpose of my being here.
Sebastian set down the wet wipe and stated bluntly, "You’re not a good fit."
With that, he stood up and walked toward the forest behind us.
Getting shot down without even being asked a single question lit a fire in .
He stood up, and I didn’t hesitate to go after him.
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