Chapter 4

Just as Richard had said, Destiny saw Wilhelm when she burst through the door into the office.

There he sat, looking so comfortable and alpha in a dark expensive tuxedo with a laptop on the desk, his attention focused on the screen. She stared at him furiously, her tiny fist balled to her side.

He lifted his gaze to the door when Destiny had finally closed it in a loud bang. Then his lips quirked to the side in sheer amusement as he takes her in. 

"Welcome... Ortiz B. I've been waiting for you." He mocked 

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He grinned. Destiny could tell there's a secret joke he's enjoying but she doesn't have the pleasure of drilling it out of him.

"Leave it!" She waved him off. "Just tell me the hell you are doing here!" Destiny's voice was stern.

"To work. What else? You appointed me as the CEO, remember?" He asked coolly, failing to acknowledge her rage, or maybe he knows and chose to ignore.

She hissed, not knowing who's worst between them. Davidson or Grey. Right now, she felt leeched by Wilhelm. Suffocated even. 'Is there not a way I can get him off my back?' Destiny groaned within.

"What don't you understand? I said I didn't mean it." She let out in exhaustion.

"Well, I took it seriously. You can not use me and then dump me into the trash."

'Oh, God.'

"Alright. So what do you want? Money? Car? House? Just name it. I will give it to you so that I can be." She sounded desperate. Wilhelm was like a thorn she badly wanted to get out of her flesh and be free.

"Do I look that needy to you?" Wilhelm looked offended. "I don't need your charity. All I need you to do is honor your words."

"How can I when I didn't mean them?"

"That's your problem then. I on the other hand won't rest until it's done and I am managing Blackmore corp. You shouldn't say things you know you can't honor. Just a little advice." He got up, walked from where he sat, and leaned against the desk.

"Before you open your mouth next time to declare something as important as this, think it through." He smirked. "There's nothing like I didn't mean it in my dictionary."

"Maybe the police would take care of this for me because seriously—." Destiny shook her head sideways. "I can't anymore."

"Good luck with that." Wilhelm rounded the desk to take his seat.

"You're deliberately doing this." She muttered. "Don't you have anything proper to do?"

"That is what I'm doing now, Mrs. Davidson."

She huffed. She feels like screaming her burning anger at him but Destiny knew better than to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he gets under her skin...

"See. Consider this a favor. I'm doing this because your loser of a husband would've sneaked his way here and you didn't want that do you?"

"That's none of your business." She snapped. "And don't speak of Richard like that." She scolded. Richard must have fucked up but Destiny won't let Wilhelm talk bad about him. She's not defending him. Destiny only feels Wilhelm has no right to interfere in her personal life.

"Whatever." He snorts. "Just don't forget that the corporation will face crisis if a CEO is not here. Do you want that to happen?"

"I can take care of it on my own ."

He raised his perfect brows at her.

"In your broken heart condition? Are you serious?"

Destiny knew he has a point. She has a lot going on in her life right now which will hinder her from offering something meaningful to grow her family's legacy and even if she takes charge, it will take some days for her to get used to the routine again.

Wilhelm Grey is a capable man who owns a company as well. He sure can handle her company if he has no intentions.

"How can I trust you? You're a rival." Destiny didn't mask the wariness in her tone.

"Good. But I can't harm this agency now. All fingers will point at me since I'm the one handling it at the moment."

Yes. Destiny could sue him if something goes wrong and it will be that easy unless he's not manipulative.

"Why are you doing this then?" She dropped her crutch on the desk.

"I'm only trying to help." He shrugged.

"Why would you help me?" Destiny is taken aback but she can't believe his words. There should be something and there's something. He might not tell her now but she's bound to find out one day.

"Because you asked me to. Now I've answered enough questions. Can we do the needful?"

"On one condition."

He raised his brows.

"Since I don't trust you, we will work in here together. I will be here if you need anything and also—" She raised two fingers to her eyes then return it to him. "to keep close eyes on you."

He laughed. "I've got no problem. Just suit yourself."

Destiny still wondered. Wondered why Wilhelm Grey is bent on working for her agency. What does he have up his sleeves?

Her eyes settled on the man who looked four or five years older than her. His perfectly gelled dark hair and the lone strand that curls Infront of his forehead. That alone was sexy. Those bushy yet perfect brows and of course his eyes. Their eyes met for a moment but she fled from the intensity of his gaze to his sharp-pointed nose. Then his lips. So full, pink, and tempting. She gulped. She remembered vividly how they have felt against hers. So soft yet firm and.. and... sweet. As if that was not enough, he has dimples that appear when he talk.

Destiny felt warm suddenly. She blinked. Then she saw the lips she seems to be admiring stretch into a cocky conceited smirk. Probably because he must have noticed that she's gawking at him.

"If you're done drooling then you..."

"Oh please." She blinks some more and looked away.

"Deny it." He chuckled.

"I'm only wondering if you're not an imposter."

"Why?"

"The Wilhelm Grey I've heard about wouldn't do what you're doing now. He's too busy trying to get his company at topnotch to be desperate at being a CEO at someone else's."

"That's because you don't know him, Tiny."

Her brows shot up at him at the mention of 'Tiny.'

He threw a challenging one back at her.

"If we're going to be working together or you're going to work for me, don't you think you should be civil with me at least?"

"In what sense ma'am?" He asked with an innocent face and in a polite voice.

She rolled her eyes. "One, don't call me 'Tiny'. Two, don't call me Mrs. Davidson. My name is Destiny Blackmore. Calling me Miss Blackmore isn't that hard is it?"

Destiny noticed him take a sharp breath. "It is." He said. His eyes dropped to her finger and destiny followed his gaze.

Wilhelm looked at her finger then back to her.

She realized that she still had the ring on.

"It's hard to call you ‘miss’ when you haven't gone over your husband yet."

Destiny bit her tongue. She doesn't want to argue on this because seriously, she promised never to take this ring off and she owes it to someone dear to her.

When she decided to divorce Richard, that she'd have to take off the ring also and permanently didn't cross her mind.

"Oh hello? Snap out of it."

She blinked and saw that Wilhelm is closer to her than the last time she took notice of their distance.

"If you want , I can wipe him off your memory for you. I know it will be hard to move on from him." He faked an emotional voice.

"Oh shut up!"

He chuckled. "Let's get on with this first."

Destiny wanted to, to accept and give him the impression that he could work then after some days or weeks, she fires him on something petty he would do or if anything goes wrong and he's the one at fault. 

Just something she could get him off her ass with. 

But how the hell she was going to convince her grandfather who has since been out of his skull in love with his son-in-law was the ultimate problem.

"I'll inform the secretary to arrange for an immediate meeting. We can start from there." She said, tapping her fingers on the desk, biting her lips. There's no doubt she's still contemplating.

"And you'd be my assistant henceforth."

"And why?"

"I don't want you to sit here all day just in the name of playing detective but while you are at it, you can be my assistant. It will save the company's resources and the stress of getting a potential assistant."

"Why do I have the feeling you only want me beneath you."

Wilhelm presents her with a fine smut smile then he licks his lips.

"—just so you can control me," Destiny added in an effort to wipe out any impression her words created in his mind. 

"Not when you're already at the top to ride me however, wherever and whenever as you please, Tiny." Wilhelm dragged on the words knowingly.

For some odd reason, she blushed and looked away.

He continued. "But I won't mind having you beneath me though—"

Her eyes widen. "Are you flirting with me, Mr. Grey?"

"Nope. I'm only trying to explain who's in charge. It's you and you know it."

She sighed. For once she thought he was trying to make a move on her.

"Why would you think of that in the first place, Tiny?"

She looked up at him. His expression doesn't give away anything  that would imply that he intentionally tried to flirt with her but his choice of words did.

If he wasn’t trying to, then she must've made a fool out of herself. Her cheeks heated once more but in embarrassment.

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