Chapter 2

“You what?” I almost screamed. 

“You had it coming, Skylar. I don't want a girlfriend who won't be there if I need to feel loved. I don't want a girlfriend who loves her job more than me.” 

“So you cheated on me, Ray? How could you do this to me? How could you even think of doing that to me? That's unfair.” I almost screamed, tears running down my face, and just then, I heard the door push open, and slowly it was closed. 

My eyes met with my boss's eyes, and he looked as though he were standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair down to his already wet chest but instead of feeling attracted, I was disgusted. And then it hit me, I just had a night with my boss. 

“Holy…” I quickly covered my mouth, not to draw attention to myself over the phone. 

I just cheated on my boyfriend also and here I was criticizing him for doing the same. Why does Zane always have to be in it? “Please, Ray. Let's just talk about this.”

“There's nothing to talk about.” He cut me off before we could complete my sentence. “I don't want to have anything to do with you and I would say it to your face but I don't want to see you.”

As he completed his words, he hung up immediately, making me look at the phone in shock and disbelief. I couldn't believe I have been so caught up in work. My boss's property and not mine. 

Because of this, I had lost friends and contacts with people, now it's my boyfriend. I've had enough of this already. 

“Looks like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” He said calmly, throwing his robe on and all I wanted to do was storm over to him and strangle him till he could no longer breathe but I had to keep myself in check. 

“What am I doing here?” I asked him with a raised brow. 

“I should be asking you what you're doing in my bed after the party last night but let's see. You didn't do your job well and I was drugged through one of the wines you gave me and you used the opportunity to crawl in my bed.” He threw and I looked at him with a scoff. 

“Out of everyone in this world that I would like to have my first sex with, it won't be you, Zane Hills.” I said, leaning against the headboard with my arms folded across my chest to keep the blankets covering my naked body in place. 

A low chuckle escaped his lips and he walked towards me, his steps slow and at the same time very fast which shocked me whenever he did that. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me but I didn't pull my gaze away either, I stared back at him. 

“Are you sure about that, Miss Miller? I remember clearly the way you were screaming my name, asking me to screw you harder and harder.” He said, trying to make me embarrassed, but I stood my ground. Although I felt the fluttering feeling in my stomach, my facial expression was dead serious. 

“If you know how much I hate you right now, you won't stand before me.” I said through gritted teeth, looking down at me dressed before picking it up, still seated on the bed. 

I pulled the dress over my head and just before it could come down, I felt someone push me to the bed and being straddled. “You think you won't take responsibility for what happened last night?” I heard his voice, as he pinned my hands above my head, my eyes peeking from the top of my dress. 

“Get off me.” I said through gritted teeth but he wouldn't even budge and just looked down at me. “Zane!”

“Now that your boyfriend has broken up with you, I can make you work without having to worry about some dude out there thinking I'm screwing his girlfriend. Well, which I had the opportunity to before he did.” He said in a playful tone. 

“Zane.” I said through gritted teeth. 

“I am not wrong, Skylar Miller. I didn't know you have a soft spot for me like I do for you, so I guess I won't tell anyone you took advantage of me.” He day and I couldn't help but laugh. 

“Take advantage of you? You took advantage of me here and you're trying to say I did. Isn't that very clever of you, Zane Hills.” I said and he gently grabbed my chin.  

“Don't call me that, or I might as well turn you into Mrs Hills.” He said and I cringed at the thought of me being called Mrs Hills. It wasn't very pleasant to the ears at all and I still loved my name. Although millions of girls would kill for that title. 

“Get off me.” I pushed him off and surprisingly, he did fall off, laying next to me in bed. 

“I'm serious, Miss Miller.” He said, standing up and I looked at him after completing my dress with a raised brow. He only called me formally when he was serious but what was the seriousness in the crap he just said.

“I hate being joked with, Mr Hills.” I replied before turning to leave and then I heard a thud on the coffee table. 

“I am serious, Miss Miller. You will be getting married to me.”