Chapter 6- Sexy Run In

" Ah Mia could you just give me a minute I need to grab something from the reception, Wait for me?”

I nod and watch Emma as she scurries across towards the reception desk. I had finished the first day of my trial and I’m glad to admit that the afternoon was slightly better than the morning. It may of been for Emma’s inspiring speech at lunch she gave to me on the importance of hard work and determination or because maybe I was finally getting the hang of it.

But now I could finally relax and I just started to let my mind wonder, I was thinking about this ladies dress which i had seen this morning, and about the alterations that would of made it look so much better. I’m thinking tomorrow I don’t dress to impress and instead follow my own style. I just wanted to seem professional but seeing people here I am reassured that really this world is about consistently looking like you stepped out on a runway..... ah it’s just how I’m remember it-

But suddenly there was, i’m not too sure. A shift in the air?

I look over towards the front doors a I swear my heart stops. Why does this always happen to me. He was walking this way, what the fuck do i do! I felt like I was having a mini panic attack.

His dark brown hair, rich tan skin...his aura screamed sexy and powerful. He was so daunting that everybody seemed to watch his every move their eyes followed the sexy man but none of them had the guts to look him in the eye. This man holy hell, he was more handsome than ever. I feel like the world is conspiring against me. Consistently throwing me in the same room as this piece of eye candy with the shit attitude.

He was talking on the phone, distracted. I couldn’t let him see me, even if there was any chance he may recognise me, I really couldn’t take it. Even if deep down I really wanted him to. But our elevator run in from this morning was still very present in my mind, I don't think my heart could handle more prying questions. I know it definitely can't handle anymore touching. I need to stay away from this sexy man. 

In a hurry to get away I trip on one of the couches and suddenly I was falling.

Then I wasn’t.

Instead I was in two very warm, very comfortable arms. I look up and there he is, staring down at me. I freeze.

Icy blue eyes stare down at me. I have never noticed how his eyes mirror those eyes have haunted my dreams since I was seven. My breath catches in the throat. The intensity makes my heart want to burst. This cannot be happening. Plenty of people have gorgous light blue eyes that shimmer like diamonds..... right?

This is not good.

" You should really watch where your going.” He says. My heart was beating faster than a humming birds wings. His minty breath fanned over my face, making all my nerves stand up on end and shake with pleasure. The worst part is I couldn’t even say anything. He just drinks me in with his eyes lazily. Only for them to find their way to mine again. ” Speechless?”

“Thats one way to put it.” I whisper back.

He pulls me closer to him.” We meet again sweetheart”

His voice, I can’t quite remember it affecting me so much this morning. Maybe because we were in this compromising position. I honestly felt like I was having a mini heart attack. I forced myself to keep my stupid mouth shut, otherwise I could say something very very stupid.

He frowns, muttering something under his breath. He’s frustrated with me. The lines above his eyebrows tell me just how conflicting he’s finding me. I’m a straight up mystery to him.

It’s a real turn on. For some reason I have seemed to find it very price charming this whole situation and for once I am enjoying it.

He pulled me around so that I was finally standing up right again. My skin felt cold now that he has let me go. I had and urge to wrap my arms around him again, it was the strangest feeling in the world. Not him, not now please Mia! But something about his arms around me felt so safe... so familiar....

And I couldn’t escape those eyes. Their icy blue were sending light shivers down my spine. I open my mouth, maybe I could say something-

But he was off, my trance was broken.

" OH MY GOSH” I snapped out of my gaze only to come face to face with my bestie. She looked as if she was having a panic attack. She was fanning herself, those chocolate eyes of hers twinkling. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or admiration.

“ Emmie... who- who was that?” Suprisingly all I could hear in my voice was fear, dead straight fear. A total contrast from butterfly that were invading my stomach only minutes before.

“ Mr Harding.”

That’s all I needed to know. The mysterious man with the stunning eyes was the CEO and owner of one of the most successful businesses of the modern age. And my boss. Of course he his. I actually feel like screaming.

I look over and find that the people dotted around the building who are usually rushing from one place to another are now all standing still. Staring at me. Nothing is being said, but I know how gossip works and I’m dreading having to experience the concerquence of what just happened tomorrow.

“Mia are you alright-“ Emma asks grabbing my arm. I turn around to watch where the mystery man... Mr Harding had just been walking.

" I’m fine... it’s just- were already late, lets go.”

“but-”

“we’ll talk about it later. I’m tired, let’s just go home.”

Emma didn't try and talk me on the way home. I think she knew better than to interrupt my thinking. I had Mr Harding suck in my mind. That feeling I got when he touched me, it was addictive and I hated myself for wanting more. He was a powerful man and I knew that he had the power to destroy me. 

But like a fool, I still wanted more. 

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I didn’t sleep well that night. My mind seemed too focused on a certain dream I use to have when I was younger. One during a time where my mother was not pressuring me to earn money, a time where I would see the little boy with bright blue eyes again and he would smile that warm smile and all would be right in the world.

Of course I had to scold myself, it was a childish dream conjured up at a time where hope really did exist. But my hope had died quickly along with the dream of ever seeing that boy again...Luke. My entire body froze. I had to admit even years after meeting him,  I still consider him to be incredibly handsome.

As a young child I had often wondered what such a handsome boy with one of the kindest hearts could've ever done to deserve such hardship and cruelty. I tired to visit him again after. welts everything, but everything was happening too fast and I was needed in too many places at once.

Then me and my mother ended up on the. streets ourselves. There was nights where I would be huddled in the corner of an alleyway no food, no blanket and I decided I was never going to see him again, he had most likely died or been taken in my child services and it broke my heart. So it was there where my dreams of the little boy with the bright blue eyes died along with my hope for humanity.

Fire burned through my soul and I thrash around in my bed forcing myself to think of that time. 

A time where my child like innocence had been torn away from me, where all hope for such lies, games and manipulation would just stop. And hope that our world would no longer be defined on things such as social status, money or class- had faded. 

A time where I stupidly blamed everything I could on the blue eyed boy.