Felix lounged cross-legged on the plush white velvet sofa, the heavy fabric of his oversized white silk robe pooling around his lean frame. Popping a premium strawberry macaroon into his mouth, his rosy-pink eyes reflected the sharp neon glow of his smartphone screen.
He scrolled past a hostage alert from Luke regarding a missing burgundy jacket and an essay of frantic texts from Emily about her crying brothers. Then his eyes locked onto a banking notification: "Deposit Confirmed: +€5,000,000.00 from Destiano Corp."
A wicked little smirk touched his lips as he opened his chat thread with the billionaire, saving the contact as "🍰 Pretty Baker Boy (CEO)".
"Five million euros just because his corporate fans are rowdy?" Felix giggled, his hair swaying against the silk robe. "Gosh, capitalism is a beautiful thing. Let's see how much this boyband leader can actually handle."
His fingers tapped out a cheeky reply:
"Aw, Mr. Generous CEO! 🥺 You really didn't have to send so many zeros! But my older sister always says it's rude to reject a powerful man's... administrative apology. 😉 Underneath all that scary cold tycoon armor, you're actually a really soft big brother, aren't you? Thank you for the pastry funding! I’ll let you know the next time I have a cake emergency... maybe we can consult over something sweet. Take care of your tie! 🍰✨"
He pressed send, fully content with the chaos he was about to unleash.
Across the city, Richard sat behind his minimalist glass desk at Destiano Enterprises reviewing a merger document, wearing his usual icy corporate mask.
BING.
He glanced at the lock screen: "Pretty Baker Boy (Felix): Aw, Mr. Generous CEO! 🥺..."
Reading the full text, Richard's corporate mask disintegrated. A violent crimson blush exploded up his neck, turning his entire face and the tips of his ears a burning red. His hands shook so badly that his gold fountain pen slipped, dropping a massive ink blot right over the signature line of the multi-million-euro contract.
"Mr. Destiano?!" the vice president panicked. "Should we call legal?!"
Richard ignored him, clutching the phone to his chest like a lifeline. "He used a winking face... He told me to take care of my tie... He thinks I’m a soft big brother..."
The executives stared, convinced their boss had lost his mind.
The next day, Richard translated the text into a single word: A DATE. Ditching his stiff corporate suits, he wore a structured charcoal-gray cashmere overcoat over a deep V-neck black silk-blend sweater, paired with tailored trousers and texturized hair. He stood outside Felix's penthouse door holding a massive arrangement of rare crimson velvet roses.
DING-DONG.
The mahogany door swung inward. Richard’s breath caught.
Felix stood in the doorway with his silky black hair styled in an adorable messy wolf-cut. Resting on his head was a pair of fluffy dog-eared hair clips that bobbed when he moved. He wore an off-the-shoulder white t-shirt exposing a striking beauty mark on the center of his neck, paired with casual knee-length shorts.
Felix popped a bubblegum bubble. "Look at you, Mr. CEO! No corporate suit? Are those flowers for Miya, or to decorate my lobby? Come on inside, let's look at my bank drafts!"
Richard stood paralyzed, his face burning bright red as his eyes glued themselves to the beauty mark on Felix's neck.
They sat on the white velvet sofa with a laptop between them. Felix leaned over, tapping the screen. "Look, Mr. CEO! Since you wired me those five million euros, my account is too crowded. We need to pick places to spend it. A private yacht in Ibiza? A shopping spree in Paris? Help me out!"
Richard’s voice was soft and dazed. "Ibiza... is acceptable. Destiano Enterprises owns a custom 150-foot superyacht docked in the Balearic Islands. I can transfer the title to your name by this afternoon."
SLAM!
The kitchen doors burst open. Miya marched out in matching pastel-pink silk pajamas patterned with cartoon croissants. Her face was locked in cold Alpha fury as she aggressively cracked a short leather training whip against her palm.
"VELVET! You lazy, pampered brat!" Miya screamed comically, her voice booming through the penthouse. "I don't care if you're a legendary genius artist or a multi-million-euro asset! It was your turn to do the kitchen chores, and there is a mountain of flour-covered bowls sitting in my sink! Get your cute butt off that couch right now before I use this whip for target practice—!"
Miya violently froze mid-sentence, the leather whip stopping dead in the air.
As she stepped past the lounge partition, her eyes finally registered that Felix wasn't alone. Sitting right next to her little brother on the velvet sofa was Richard Destiano—looking incredibly sexy in his deep V-neck silk sweater, holding a laptop.
Miya stood paralyzed in the center of the plush living room, her face burning a violent, deep shade of crimson that perfectly matched the little cartoon strawberries on her croissant-patterned silk pajamas. Her assassin composure had completely disintegrated. Frantic, she jammed the leather training whip behind her back, trying to swallow the lump of pure, unadulterated embarrassment in her throat.
"I—I shall excuse myself immediately!" Miya stammered in a high-pitched, completely flustered panic, bowing so rapidly her hair nearly whipped her own eyes. "Please continue your... executive administrative asset mapping! I am going to... wash those flour bowls myself! Have an immaculate consultation, Mr. Destiano!"
She turned on her heel and bolted down the kitchen corridor like a shadow fleeing the light, slamming the double doors behind her with a frantic THUD.
Silence settled back over the velvet sofa.
Richard Destiano sat entirely rigid, his large hands tightly gripping the edges of Felix’s silver laptop. But his brilliant, world-class executive brain wasn't focusing on the digital banking data. Instead, a massive, roaring storm of intense internal monologue was short-circuiting his thoughts.
How... how can that woman treat my beautiful angel like this in his own home?! Richard screamed internally, his icy blue eyes wide with protective, possessive fury as his heart did a chaotic backflip. A whip?! For chores?! Chores?! Since I was a child born into the elite Destiano lineage, I have never once touched a dirty dish in my entire life! The executive estate staff handles everything! My love is a delicate, priceless masterpiece of visual art—his manicured hands shouldn't be scrubbing flour-covered bowls! If he lived in my penthouse, I would hire a dozen five-star French maids just to carry his sketchbooks!
Richard’s gaze secretly drifted sideways, and his internal monologue violently veered off a cliff as a scorching blush rushed back up his neck.
But oh my god... he is just too sexy right now, Richard’s inner Alpha whimpered, his cheeks burning a bright, helpless red. That oversized white t-shirt is hanging so far off his shoulder... I can see his entire pale collarbone. And that beauty mark... that seductive little dot resting right at the center of his throat is practically staring at me. He’s wearing short shorts! I can see his legs! I wish I could grab my cashmere overcoat right now and wrap him up in it completely to cover him up from the rest of the world! But... but that would be rude on a first date. Control yourself, Richard, you are a dignified CEO, do not look at his neck beauty mark—
"Whatever!"
Felix’s melodic voice sharply cut directly through Richard’s frantic, blushing thoughts. Felix let out a cute, lazy little sigh, tossing his messy black wolf-cut layers as his fluffy dog-eared hair clip-ons bobbed playfully. He slammed the silver laptop shut with a decisive CLICK, turning his mesmerizing rosy-pink eyes directly onto the flustered tycoon.
"Forget the dishes, Richard, let's just go spend all this cash right now!" Felix pouted his plush rosy lips, flashing a dazzling, beautifully sexy grin that completely shattered the tycoon’s remaining sanity. "Let's go high-fashion shopping, hit the premium arcade for some gaming, watch an exclusive VIP fashion show, go fine dining at the most expensive restaurant in Madrid, and lastly, buy a brand-new luxury sports car! And of course—our new superyacht boat! Come on, Mr. CEO, let's go paint the town red!"
Felix sprang off the sofa, his fluffy dog ears twitching with excitement as he grabbed Richard’s large hand, entirely oblivious to the fact that his casual use of the word 'our' just made the lovesick billionaire’s heart completely explode with joy!
"Aw, Mr. Generous CEO! 🥺 You really didn't have to send so many zeros! But my older sister always says it's rude to reject a powerful man's... administrative apology. 😉 Underneath all that scary cold tycoon armor, you're actually a really soft big brother, aren't you? Thank you for the pastry funding! I’ll let you know the next time I have a cake emergency... maybe we can consult over something sweet. Take care of your tie! 🍰✨"
"VELVET! You lazy, pampered brat!" Miya screamed comically, her voice booming through the penthouse. "I don't care if you're a legendary genius artist or a multi-million-euro asset! It was your turn to do the kitchen chores, and there is a mountain of flour-covered bowls sitting in my sink! Get your cute butt off that couch right now before I use this whip for target practice—!"
Miya violently froze mid-sentence, the leather whip stopping dead in the air.
As she stepped past the lounge partition, her eyes finally registered that Felix wasn't alone. Sitting right next to her little brother on the velvet sofa was Richard Destiano—looking incredibly sexy in his deep V-neck silk sweater, holding a laptop.
Miya stood paralyzed in the center of the plush living room, her face burning a violent, deep shade of crimson that perfectly matched the little cartoon strawberries on her croissant-patterned silk pajamas. Her assassin composure had completely disintegrated. Frantic, she jammed the leather training whip behind her back, trying to swallow the lump of pure, unadulterated embarrassment in her throat.
"I—I shall excuse myself immediately!" Miya stammered in a high-pitched, completely flustered panic, bowing so rapidly her hair nearly whipped her own eyes. "Please continue your... executive administrative asset mapping! I am going to... wash those flour bowls myself! Have an immaculate consultation, Mr. Destiano!"
She turned on her heel and bolted down the kitchen corridor like a shadow fleeing the light, slamming the double doors behind her with a frantic THUD.
Silence settled back over the velvet sofa.
Richard Destiano sat entirely rigid, his large hands tightly gripping the edges of Felix’s silver laptop. But his brilliant, world-class executive brain wasn't focusing on the digital banking data. Instead, a massive, roaring storm of intense internal monologue was short-circuiting his thoughts.
How... how can that woman treat my beautiful angel like this in his own home?! Richard screamed internally, his icy blue eyes wide with protective, possessive fury as his heart did a chaotic backflip. A whip?! For chores?! Chores?! Since I was a child born into the elite Destiano lineage, I have never once touched a dirty dish in my entire life! The executive estate staff handles everything! My love is a delicate, priceless masterpiece of visual art—his manicured hands shouldn't be scrubbing flour-covered bowls! If he lived in my penthouse, I would hire a dozen five-star French maids just to carry his sketchbooks!
Richard’s gaze secretly drifted sideways, and his internal monologue violently veered off a cliff as a scorching blush rushed back up his neck.
But oh my god... he is just too sexy right now, Richard’s inner Alpha whimpered, his cheeks burning a bright, helpless red. That oversized white t-shirt is hanging so far off his shoulder... I can see his entire pale collarbone. And that beauty mark... that seductive little dot resting right at the center of his throat is practically staring at me. He’s wearing short shorts! I can see his legs! I wish I could grab my cashmere overcoat right now and wrap him up in it completely to cover him up from the rest of the world! But... but that would be rude on a first date. Control yourself, Richard, you are a dignified CEO, do not look at his neck beauty mark—
"Whatever!"
Felix’s melodic voice sharply cut directly through Richard’s frantic, blushing thoughts. Felix let out a cute, lazy little sigh, tossing his messy black wolf-cut layers as his fluffy dog-eared hair clip-ons bobbed playfully. He slammed the silver laptop shut with a decisive CLICK, turning his mesmerizing rosy-pink eyes directly onto the flustered tycoon.
"Forget the dishes, Richard, let's just go spend all this cash right now!" Felix pouted his plush rosy lips, flashing a dazzling, beautifully sexy grin that completely shattered the tycoon’s remaining sanity. "Let's go high-fashion shopping, hit the premium arcade for some gaming, watch an exclusive VIP fashion show, go fine dining at the most expensive restaurant in Madrid, and lastly, buy a brand-new luxury sports car! And of course—our new superyacht boat! Come on, Mr. CEO, let's go paint the town red!"
Felix sprang off the sofa, his fluffy dog ears twitching with excitement as he grabbed Richard’s large hand, entirely oblivious to the fact that his casual use of the word 'our' just made the lovesick billionaire’s heart completely explode with joy!
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