“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
Mia spent exactly two hours in the bathroom and immediately prepared for a swim. It was a good thing she added a swimming trunk and some bikinis to the list of things she got at the supermarket. But for the impromptu nature of their trip, she wouldn't have bought the swimming trunk. Again, she had something else to thank Christopherfor. It had been years since she last had a swim, precisely five years. Aiden was the last person she went on a swim with. It was during one of their dates. Aiden. Her brows furrowed at the sudden realization that she hadn't thought of him in a while. Just as Tracy and her mom said, focusing on work was really working like magic. She was too preoccupied to even think of him or the misery he caused her, and much to her surprise, she wasn't just focusing on work, she was moving on. Speaking of Tracy, she hadn't spoken to her since she got to Bali. Her mom also. Neither of them knew she was here. She might as well give them a call now that she remembered.
“Welcome home, darling,” Mrs. Bella says as she welcomes Mia in. “Go in, take a shower, and come out and have a nicely cooked meal I made myself,” she said, smiling.“Thank you, grandma; I’ve been waiting for a long time for that.” She says this, smiling.“But before that, please let me introduce my family to you. This is Lucas, Emma, and my stepmother, and this is Mrs. Bella, my mother-in-law,” Mia says."Welcome, please come in and have a seat. I’ve always wanted to meet you,” she says, inviting them in."Richard, please take Mia to her room and help her get dressed up so we can all have dinner together and get to know one another.” Mrs. Bella says:.“Thank you for everything,” Mia says, hugging Mrs. Bella."Common, let’s go,” Christopher says as he leads her to the room. “You have to freshen up, take your drugs, and look beautiful for the dinner.” Richard continues.Mia smiles as they both walk to the room, without observing the fact that Emma has been looking at them disdainfully
“Where are we going? What of grandma? What do we do about her? Is there anywhere we can run to that he won’t find us?” Mia asks, looking desperate.“I don’t know, but I think I know what to do now that you mention it. I’ll confront him; it’s better to confront him than to keep running all my life. I know I didn’t do right by him, but I’m tired of being pestered and running for my life.” Christopher says,“What are you saying if he kills you? I still don’t get it. What exactly did you take away from him?” Mia asks,“Let me tell you the full story: five years ago, Jack and I were working on a project that involved five million dollars. It was supposed to be our breakthrough project that would bring the big money we’ve always been looking for. But we were short of funds to finance it, and we had to take drastic measures. There was this man, Mr. Roosevelt. He was the boss of a multimillionaire company that made billions in revenue. He had built up a stack of gold as a backup for his fina
She brought down his hand and collected the glass of wine from him, putting it back on the table.“How dare you speak to the heir in such a manner? Have you no respect?” “You could’ve been put behind bars if you you had spilled as little as a drop of that drink on his suit” Matilda said calmly with a very serious look on her face“By the way that suit you just called fake, is worth all the cars in your Father’s garage combined”“How da…Do not interfere!” Elizabeth was about to speak before she was aburptly interrupted by Matilda.Suddenly Richard burst out into an uncontrollably loud laughter as everyone else followed suit.He continued to laugh out loud for a while, holding his belly until the effect of Matilda’s words slowly died down.“Being the heir to the janitor's closet is certainly not a position you should be flaunting around in such vicinity” he said sarcastically.“And just who do you think you are to have spoken to me in that manner, do you know who I am?” Richard asked,