Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 10

"Yeah, my uncle. That's his home," Zach replied.

Hearing that, Giselle instinctively eased off the bike's pace. "Wait. Isn't this kind of inappropriate? Bringing a stranger like me into his personal space… Someone his age would definitely hate that. Maybe we should go somewhere else."

Zach laughed. "What do you mean, 'his age?' He's only ten years older than me. We're tight—more like brothers, really. Trust me. He won't care."

Giselle fell silent.

Zach added, "I brought you here because it's close to where we were just hanging out. And my uncle has an amazing pool, so I figured you'd want to check it out."

"Your uncle and aunt aren't home right now, are they?"

"Don't worry. He's a total bachelor. He works like crazy and ends up sleeping at the office half the time, so he's hardly ever home."

They were nearly at the gate now, and Giselle decided not to overthink it.

Perched on the mountaintop, the standalone villa offered breathtaking views. It was just far enough to escape the city's chaos, yet close enough to take in its vibrant sprawl.

Behind the villa, an endless green golf course stretched into the distance, while to its right, a spacious parking lot was filled with rows of luxury cars.

Every amenity was within easy reach, all set within lush landscaping where the air always felt crisp and refreshing. Even the security was flawless.

Giselle couldn't begin to imagine what kind of ultra-elite tycoon could own a property in such a prime location.

"Adrian, pick out a selection of new women's swimsuits for Ms. Holt to choose from. We'll be swimming later," Zach said, removing his helmet as he addressed the villa's butler, Adrian Ellison.

"Right away, sir."

They played freely in the pool, racing one minute, splashing the next, even trading tips between laughs.

When Zach playfully drenched her with a huge splash, she shot back with a sharp kick before swimming off and diving deep into the six-and-a-half-foot water.

Giselle held her breath underwater for two minutes before finally surfacing, gasping for air. As she lifted her head, her eyes landed on a tall, strikingly handsome man standing by the pool.

The second she recognized that terrifyingly familiar figure, her breath caught. She wiped the water from her face roughly and blinked hard.

Damn it. It really was him!

Donovan stood by the pool, staring at her like she was something vile, his gaze locked onto her with deadly intensity.

When his eyes swept over her scandalously revealing bikini, his expression turned even colder as if he might dive in at any moment and rip her apart.