Selene
A few days passed without any problems. Axel carried on with his routine — business meetings, workouts, and the occasional public appearances. But every now and then, he would flex his muscles in front of the camera or adjust his shirt to emphasize his toned physique.
Childish.
I couldn't help but smile at his antics. Maybe he knew I was watching. Or maybe he was just that full of himself. Either way, it was amusing.
Today, he was seated on the couch, laptop open, completely engrossed in his work. I was monitoring him through the security feed while munching on my sandwich. A pretty dull day.
But then, without warning, he lifted his head and looked straight into the camera.
And winked.
I choked. My sandwich felt lodged in my throat, and I coughed violently. My eyes widened in disbelief.
Did he just—?
No. That wasn't possible. He couldn't see me.
Or… could he?
"What the hell?" I muttered, leaning closer to the screen. He was back to his laptop, pretending like nothing happened. But I wasn't convinced.
Was that directed at me?
My gaze darted around the small security room. Panic crept in.
Did he install a hidden camera here?
I checked the corners of the room, examining every inch, but there was nothing suspicious. Still, the unsettling thought remained.
Axel Monroe, the man who thrived on attention, was now toying with my nerves.
And worst of all? I hated how flustered he made me.
Selene's POV
I quickly threw on something comfortable, determined not to repeat my previous mistake of barging in without thinking. No unnecessary drama this time.
But as soon as I entered his apartment, Axel smirked. That damn smirk.
I ignored it and marched straight to where he sat, his laptop open. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the screen, but it showed nothing unusual — just emails and spreadsheets. Still, I wasn't convinced.
"What the hell are you doing, Axel Monroe?" I shot him a glare. "Did you install a camera in my room?"
He didn't even blink. Instead, his smirk deepened as he leaned back lazily.
"Yes, I did." His voice was low and deliberate as he stood up, closing the distance between us.
I stiffened, my fists clenching. "Do you want a fight?" I challenged, refusing to back down.
"Then come on."
He chuckled darkly, the gleam in his eyes infuriating me further.
"You ass—"
Before I could finish, his voice dropped in a warning tone.
"Mind your language, Selene."
My pulse quickened. He was enjoying this — the tension, the way I reacted. But I wasn't going to let him win. Not this time.
"You always watch me, Selene. I thought it was only fair if I got to watch too." He arched a brow, clearly amused.
"You think this is funny?" I growled.
"I find it... amusing."
His gaze shamelessly trailed over me, his eyes lingering far too long. "Careful, are we?"
I bit the inside of my cheek, hating how the heat crept up my neck. He was impossible.
"Stay out of my room, Axel." I spat, my voice firm. "Or the next fight you get won't be just with words."
He smiled, that smug expression still plastered on his face.
"Enjoy your little games, Mr. Monroe. But I'll always be one step ahead."
With that, I turned and stormed out, my heart pounding.
But even as I left, I could feel his eyes on me.
And that infuriating smirk was still etched on his face.
The next morning, I settled into the security room, sipping on my coffee as I checked the surveillance feeds. Axel's schedule was clear for the first half of the day. No meetings, no events — just him lounging around. A peaceful day, hopefully.
But peace and Axel Monroe didn't seem to go hand in hand.
I glanced at the screen and nearly choked on my coffee.
There he was.
Standing in the middle of the hall, wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water clung to his tanned skin, highlighting every defined muscle. His damp hair fell messily over his forehead, and as if that wasn't bad enough, he casually lifted the towel and rubbed it over his head, drying his hair.
The towel.
My heart skipped a beat as it slipped dangerously low.
"Oh, for god's sake," I muttered under my breath, gripping the edge of the desk.
Did he have no shame? This idiot was walking around like he owned the world.
Which, unfortunately, he kind of did.
Still, a towel? In the hall? Seriously?
I averted my eyes, but my gaze stubbornly flicked back to the screen. He was moving without a care, completely unbothered, like there weren't cameras catching his every move.
"Unbelievable."
And then, as if the universe wasn't done testing me, the towel slipped even lower.
"Oh, come on!" I hissed.
Axel, of course, didn't seem fazed. He had no shame. The man was a walking ego wrapped in arrogance and — apparently — very little fabric.
"Idiot," I mumbled, shaking my head.
But even as I grumbled, I couldn't deny the undeniable fact.
He really was a piece of art.
Not that I would ever admit it.