When his hands ran up my thighs, nerves came to the surface. Did he want me to reciprocate? Or did he expect sex?A shyness overcame me as I sat up, and I was sure, as he braced his hands on the counter and met my gaze, that he could see it all. He’d yet to even shed his tie while I sat naked in front of him. After the heat settled, it all appeared so much more obscene.“You’ll call me Nico from now on. No more of that Nicolas bullshit.” I nodded hesitantly.All my pleases still echoed in the kitchen, his words cutting through them with an abrasive knife. I didn’t know what I expected then, but I knew it wasn’t for him to turn his back on me, leave the house, and then shut the door behind him. I exhaled, falling against the countertop. Merda. I was in over my head.The tick of the clock brought my gaze to it as I slipped off the island. I’d been engaged to Nico for only one hour, yet I already felt turned inside out, as if he’d stolen a few of my layers and I’d never get them back. I
My brows pulled together. “Why wouldn’t you?” His gaze turned to ice. “Good question,” he said, letting out an outrageous smirk. Something was definitely off about him, and I didn't like any part of it one single bit.I knew I’d walked myself into that and sort of deserved it, but I still bristled from his insinuation. If this was how all of our conversations were going to go, I would go insane before we even got married.I hesitated, not understanding any of this. “We won’t do well together,” was what came out when I wanted to say, You’re the only man I’ve met who could do me permanent damage.“You seemed agreeable enough to me earlier.” His expression had kitchen island and naked written all over it. His statement, on the other hand, couldn't be comprehended by myself, and it all looked strange, to be honest. I couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to my cheeks at his crass reminder, but also because I was quickly losing control of this conversation and growing more flustered by the
At the company, Mira was simmering as she flipped through the pages of one of the stockpiles of documents waiting to be reviewed before the next one. That was why she was scared instead of happy.When she has been promoted by her boss to be his secretary. She had experienced a mild sense of grief with it because it felt like she had been trapped before she could tell her boss how she felt. He was a workaholic who didn't give a hoot about his employees, unless they broke down due to stress.“God, for how long will I keep doing this?” She cried out in frustration.That was why she flared up as she gazed vacantly across the room, the file she was carrying suspended in the air. She knew that she was slowly approaching a breaking point. Her approaching footsteps drew her back to reality. She hastened what she was doing, knowing that she would be in serious trouble if he caught her not doing anything.At some point, she was able to drift along and rest, but that was only when he went alone
"Good day, young master Christopher. I am the caretaker of your father's consortium, and I am going to be your guide for today."A man came forward to Christopher and bowed before him. He had decided to visit the company, as he had been informed by Ben earlier on. From the way that sweat dripped down from the corner of his face, it was evident that he had been waiting there for quite a while.From what Christopher had already been informed, Mr. Matthew was going to take him through the list of his father's companies. Since it was scattered all over the city with various headquarters, they got into the car to begin their tour. The first point of call was Top Hills Technology Enterprise."This enterprise was established by your father about a year before he handed it over to him and has seen a big bang in growth. While we initially began as a battery-making facility for various tech companies, she has ever since grown in other areas. Top Hills phones and Top Hills cars are well known, a
“Alright, let me get this straight to be sure I understand. You're saying Mr. Christopher asked if you would like to be a co-lead in the ongoing Gartrich Project? As in the same multimillion-dollar project our company is working on alongside Rutledge Fay Inc., which took him several months to pull off?”“Keep it down, Tracy. Someone might hear you.” Mia looked around, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the back of her ear. “Yeah, Gatrich project, the same one Broadway Enterprise, the company's major business rival, showed interest in,” Mia said with a shrug, fetching a can of fruit juice from the dispenser. “There's no way you'd be thinking about accepting the offer, girl! That's a big catch! Co-leading? One more word about thinking through the offer, and I'm going to whoop your ass really hard.”Mia rolled her eyes, walking past a couple of chattering employees and greeting one of them, Cathy, the assistant of Gary Simon, head of the personnel department, who stopped in her track
The bustling air welcomed Christopher and Mia as the double glass door of the Hit-Me clubhouse slid open, revealing a sea of heads through the neon lights in the room. Mia barely saw anyone’s face through the alternate fluorescent lights, which were shades of blue, red, green, and other colors. The sound filling the air from the disc jockey’s end was too much for her, and she struggled to follow Herbert, who was headed toward the lounge. He stopped in his tracks and looked behind him, pulling her against him in one swift motion, taking her by surprise. “You’d have to stay this close to me if you don't want to lose me. Right here, you’re Mia, my girlfriend,” he whispered into her ears, his voice a little louder than usual because of the noise, and she felt the huskiness down to the pit of her stomach.Despite the boisterous scenery, his closeness hit her like a tornado, and she gulped, nodding at his words.With their position, anyone would think Christopher was kissing his way up he
Christopher twisted on the bed, rays of the morning sunshine settling on his face, causing his eyes to quiver beneath his eyelids. Like a rushing wind, memories from the previous night invaded his thoughts, and his lips widened in a smile. With his large palm, he searched the bed, wanting to feel Mia’s skin under his skin yet again. Last night had been hot, very intense, and the best thing he’d ever had, and he wasn’t about to let himself miss the chance of reliving the moment. He slid his hand lower, searching for Mia, his eyes still closed, and when he didn't see a trace of her, his eyes snapped open. Mia. Where was she? Did she leave already? Impossible. She couldn't. Not after the blissful moment they shared. Perhaps she was making something for breakfast in the kitchen. “Sweet—” His words hung in the air. Did he suddenly become more attached to her because of the blissful moment they shared? He’d think about that later. “Mia? Are you in there?” He asked, heading toward the k
Mia didn't spend as much time as she would have loved in the shower because it was less than an hour to nine, their appointment time. She didn't also have the luxury of admiring her room. As soon as she was dressed, she opened her laptop to send Christopher a copy of the proposal document. It was then that she saw an email from James saying that he had an emergency and would like a reschedule of their meeting. What the hell? James must be kidding! He had an emergency. Really? Did he realize how much it cost her to be in Bali? They literally flew down to Bali yesterday to be able to make it in time for the meeting. She also had to stay up to finish some paperwork last night because of the meeting, despite her exhaustion. She didn't have a proper bath even when she needed it badly, and all of a sudden, he wouldn't be able to make it for the meeting because of an emergency? Alright, someone needed to talk about how much of an asshole James was, because why in the world would he do t