VIVIAN SCOTT
"And dinner meeting today at 6:30 pm. Ms. Riley from Lexis Consultants will accompany you." Kate, my assistant, was updating me about the day's schedule.
"Alright," I replied and dropped the call.
A meeting was fixed for tonight with one of our competitors to initiate the discussion on the possibilities of business acquisition. I had requested a legal attorney to accompany me to the meeting.
As per Kate, Ms. Riley from Lexis Consultants was going with me. The name sounded familiar, and I started recalling it. Is she the girl I met three days ago in my conference room?
Her stunning looks were still fresh in my mind. Didn't she go dumbfounded seeing me shirtless the other day? I had even cursed my luck as she barged into my room unexpectedly, but only until I saw her admiring my body. I had even enjoyed teasing her before leaving the room! But to be frank, I had no intention of meeting her again. It was only a moment's fun. Meeting pretty faces and seeing them getting flustered was just another routine for me.
Now that I was meeting her again, I could make her blush, maybe. I could even take her to my bed if she would want me to. There's no harm in enjoying a night with a pretty lady. Parking my thoughts aside, I started preparing for the lined-up meetings for the day.
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"May I come in?"
I looked up at the familiar voice. But my brows shrunk at the sight of Serena, my ex-secretary and ex-bedmate. I knew she wasn't a good news.
We were regular mates until I became CEO four years ago. Later, when my responsibilities started eating my time, I couldn't take her to bed often. Of course, she could enjoy her life the way she wanted. Somehow, she stuck to me. I even made her my secretary. But when she started hounding me to date her, I had no other option but to sack her from the job. She was after me because of my position as the CEO of Scott Group, and I wasn't going to fall prey to her evil plans.
"What brings you here? Isn't everything settled between us?" I asked her straightaway, not wanting to waste my time.
"Oh, chuck that misunderstanding, Vivian. I'm here to ask if you want to catch up over the weekend. It's been months-"
Not allowing her to complete it, I said, "Serena, forget it. Let's not go back in time."
"I was saying it's been months since we sat down for a chat. I'm starting my agency, Vivian. And you promised you would support me. Don't go against your words now." She said as she threw an innocent look at me.
I had promised to support her career when I sacked her from my company. I had thought I needed to do at least that much.
"Okay, let's catch up over the weekend." I agreed, wanting to keep my promise. "Now, please make a move and let me finish my work."
ALICE RILEY
I couldn't let go of the opportunity to meet Vivian Scott again. It had been three days already, but his image hadn't wiped off my mind yet.
No, it wasn't because his sexy looks captured my attention; it was because I had let him intimidate me! Alice Riley doesn't let anyone win over her!
I wasn't happy about letting him curve up his lips and walk away with that victory smile. He had spoken about meeting me soon and having the double fun. And I had waited for him to come to me; I wanted to show him what it is to tease Alice Riley! Unfortunately, he didn't come back to me.
But today, I found my occasion. Finally, I could take my revenge. It came as a work request by Mr. Segal, and I was more than happy to accept it.
"Tonight, Mr. Scott needs someone to accompany him for an official meeting. It's for a discussion on business acquisition. Since Ms. Donovan is on leave, I want one of you to join him for the meeting." Alexis Segal looked at the three of us, the interns, and narrowed his eyes on me.
"Alice, can you prepare and make it to the meeting tonight? You already met him once. So, I advise you to accompany him to the dinner meeting. I will arrange for your pick up and drop."
"Yes, Mr. Segal. I will start to prepare right away." He was glad that I instantly agreed.
"Perfect. Be ready by 5 pm." He said as he vacated the place.
It was a perfect win-win for me. If it was a great push for my career to join such meetings, it was also a chance to pay back Mr. Vivian Scott. My lips cracked with the thought of meeting him as I started collecting the relevant papers and thought through what I should wear for the night.
"Woah! I wish I had gone to Scott Group the other day for signatures," said Maria, jealous of my chance. I chuckled at her response.
Sofia, too, was envious. She added, "Ms. Donovan always mentioned Mr. Scott is extraordinarily handsome. You are lucky, Alice. You are going on a dinner date with him."
"Come on. It's not a dinner date. It's a meeting. And I don't expect it to be easy, anyway. Surely, Mr. Scott would put me on the spot," I said, hiding my excitement.
I couldn't wait to meet Vivian Scott. I badly wanted his eyes to go wide with no blinks and his body to freeze without motion as soon as we met tonight! Not to mention, I badly wanted to tease him back.
I was still at my desk when my colleagues left on the lunch break. I had to finish the prep work for the acquisition meeting. Also, I had to dress up for the night. I was accompanying the CEO of Scott Group, after all. It wasn't like any other official meeting.
Quickly completing my work, I pushed my feet out of the office, holding my handbag and the flat keys. I wanted to look hot and irresistible. I contemplated going shopping rather than wearing what I already had. But going broke by the month's end was not a wise decision.
It was already three in the afternoon. I had to be back at the office by five. Finally, curbing my desire to look the prettiest, I decided to wear something from my wardrobe and rushed to the subway. I wanted to make the most of the opportunity. I wanted to win.
VIVIAN SCOTT Shutting down my laptop, I looked at the phone screen. The time was exactly six in the evening. An hour ago, my assistant had updated me that Ms. Riley would be here around six. She should be reaching any moment, and I picked up my blazer and phone and walked out. As I reached the parking lot, I saw a car stopped at the visitor's park, and there she was, looking like a boss lady. She was dressed in a beige V-neck blouse tucked into white dress pants and pointed-toe pumps and looked classy yet sassy. The way she walked up to me to greet me with oozing confidence, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wasn't anything like the thunderstruck girl I saw three days ago. It would be a lie if I didn't admit she made my heart skip tonight. I shifted my gaze from her only when I heard her say, "Are we set to go?" I smiled at her and asked her to sit inside my car. We both were seated in the back seat as I wanted the driver to drive today. I usually preferred taking the driver for
The news must have spread before the official announcement. "What is it with you and Scott Group, girl? Did I hear you are now the key contact for them?" Maria almost attacked me as I occupied the seat beside her the following morning. Turning on my computer system, I flashed at her proudly. "Hard work pays off." When I said that, I meant it. I was working my ass off to build a career for myself. More girls in Lexis Consultants worked hard, too. But unlike them, I knew how to grab the opportunities. Of course, ethically. Glancing long across the cubicles to the entrance and then to the cabin of Mr. Segal, I turned to Maria, who was engrossed in her system. I asked, “Has he come in yet?” Maria reached before me today, and I hoped she might have a clue if Mr. Segal was in already. I badly wanted to talk to him. I wanted to know if my new responsibilities would mean I was in regular contact with Vivian Scott. “Do you mean the boss? Yes, he is in already. You could get a call anyti
ALICE RILEY Is this for real? I questioned myself as I took long and quick strides to the office of Vivian Scott on the fifteenth floor of his Head Office. Kate, his assistant, directed me to his cabin this time instead of the conference room like earlier. As I neared the door of his office room, I remembered my last visit and all of the stupidity that followed later. How on earth did I think I would never have to face this man again? Fidgeting my fingers nervously, I stood there a moment and started contemplating escape opportunities, which were none, of course. Taking a moment to pull myself together, I knocked on the non-transparent glass door. “Come in,” the deep voice of Vivian Scott hit my ears pleasantly. Using my right-hand fingers, I pushed the door just enough to squeeze my body inside. The scent of premium leather and polished wood filled the air. Dressed in a cream-colored suit, Vivian Scott sat behind the long table, browsing his phone. His soft and silky light bro
ALICE RILEY A strong hand wraps my waist and pulls me closer. I felt a man's body holding me tight, and I opened my eyes to see who hugged me. It was Vivian! What was he doing in my home? “Vivian!” I exclaimed. But instead of answering me, he encircled my midriff with his firm hands, drawing me further closer with his undeniable strength. I upped my chin to have a vivid look at his eyes, and he smirked as his eyes bore into mine. Surprise escaped my lips, "What are you doing?" His soft, well-shaped lips parted as I waited for him to answer. But against my expectation, he leaned forward and crashed his lips on mine. I trembled with a mixed emotion of pleasure and shock. As he explored my tender lips, his hands traced the contours of my body. Slowly, his hands travel up my body from my waist, brushing my side boob, exploring my shoulder and neck, and finally stopping at my chin as he cupped my face to kiss me with a better balance. His passionate kiss sent shivers across my nerve
ALICE RILEY I told Vivian Scott a no to dinner date! As I stood up, ready to leave the restaurant after rejecting Vivian’s invitation to join him for dinner tonight, I knew I was behaving rudely with him. But I couldn’t help. The atmosphere between us had always been a mix of tension and teasing, and dining with him could have only threatened my sanity. I refused, weighing the implications of accepting his invitation. His charismatic demeanor had already left me feeling both intrigued and conflicted. There wasn’t room for further meltdown. Moreover, I was genuinely pissed at him for using his CEO powers on me. Could a billionaire, a CEO, or a boss be ever considerate? After I stormed out of the restaurant, I stood at the exit, waiting for my cab. Ten minutes passed, and still, there was no sign of the cab. Instead, I received a call from the cab driver. “Ms. Riley, the car has run into engine issues. It’s taking time. I’m afraid you will have to book a cab.” I could suddenly f
VIVIAN SCOTT Alice was stubborn. She tried to act tough. But behind that facade, I could sense some vulnerability. It felt like she was consciously hiding her interest in me, only to seem unaffected by my persona. Stupid girl! The harder she tried, the more evident it was. I was curious to know more about her. She pulled me like a magnet, and I allowed myself to go in her direction. Her refusals to my offers didn’t bother me because I could recognize she was only masking her emotions, faking her attitude. Oh well, I, of course, wanted to ensure I was right. So, tonight, I was going to test it. Putting a stop to my thinking, I turned to my right to watch the beautiful face sitting beside me. She swallowed her last piece of burger and smiled. “Thank you for the food, Mr. Scott.” “Call me Vivian,” I said, taking another cookie from her. “When you eat together, that too, in a car, you surely are friends.” She grinned at my point. “That’s a good logic. But technically, we aren’t fri
VIVIAN SCOTTI looked at the attractive girl working in the kitchen in her short skirt and a white blouse. She had changed into comfy clothes before brewing coffee for us. Alice was a natural beauty. She looked good in whatever she wore, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her toned legs as she kept tapping her feet while brewing the coffee. “Here you go,” she said as she kept the coffee cup in my hands. The smell of fresh coffee hit my nostrils, and I inhaled it deeply.“Ah, this smells so good,” I said as I sipped coffee from the cup. “And it tastes heaven.”She laughed, making me forget the world for a few seconds. Man, this girl! She was killing me with her beauty.“Don’t tell me coffee is your weakness,” she giggled as if she caught me stroking myself. I agree that I made it obvious I was a coffee lover. But that giggle was a little too much. Unnecessary, I thought.“What do you like?” I asked her, hiding my thoughts.“I do like coffee. But I guess not as much as you.”“You judging
VIVIAN SCOTTThe low hum of classical music filled the dimly lit room, and a glass of whiskey rested on the table beside me. I sat on the plush leather couch, leaning back, my gaze fixed on the flames flickering in the fireplace. It was a rare evening without work calls or deadlines. Time to relax, to unwind. And yet, I couldn’t shake the restlessness coursing through me.It had been days since I last saw Alice Riley. Days since her sharp tongue and fiery defiance had sparked something in me, I hadn’t felt in a long time. She was unlike anyone I’d encountered—challenging, intriguing, maddening.I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, a soft chuckle escaping my lips. When was the last time a woman had occupied my mind like this? I couldn’t recall. Since that night, I hadn’t even sought the company of another woman, which was uncharacteristic of me. Normally, my weekends were a blur of charm and indulgence, a distraction from the pressures of business.But now, as the weekend loomed, my
ALICE RILEYMonday mornings were supposed to bring new beginnings, but today I was hoping for something more—a fresh start that kept Vivian Scott firmly out of my orbit. With our manager, Susan Donovan, returning from her medical leave, I had every reason to believe my days of direct involvement with the Scott Group account were behind me.As I stepped into the office, a sense of determination steadied me. I had spent the weekend rehearsing my resolve, willing myself to let go of the memories of that night. Vivian Scott was a distraction I couldn’t afford.Maria and Sofia were already at their desks, their faces lighting up the moment they saw me.“Good morning!” Maria greeted; her smile as bright as the coffee in her hand.“Guess what?” Sofia leaned over her desk conspiratorially. “Ms. Donovan is back!”Relief washed over me, and I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s great news!”Maria nodded enthusiastically. “She’s in her office, already going through emails. Looks like she’s ready to
ALICE RILEYI woke up in Vivian’s arms, his warmth seeping into my skin as his hand rested lightly against my back. My cheek was pressed against his chest, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. For a moment, I let myself sink into the comfort of it, feeling safe. A feeling I hadn’t allowed myself to indulge in for a long time.It was disarming, almost dangerous, how right it felt. Vivian Scott was dangerous, not because of what he had done, but because of what he could do. If I let myself feel anything more, he would have the power to hurt me someday. And that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.Carefully, I lifted my head, untangling myself from him. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, but I could feel his awareness in the slight tension of his body. He was awake, just letting me move at my own pace.I sat up and reached for the clothes I’d discarded the night before, slipping into them like a shield. “I should go,” I said, my voice carefully even, thou
ALICE RILEYThe soft hum of the city lights outside the penthouse was the only sound in the room, but it felt distant and insignificant compared to the tension that hung in the air between us. I still hadn’t caught my breath from the kiss, and Vivian’s gaze didn’t waver. His eyes were dark with unspoken desire."I'm hungry," he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper that sent a shiver cascading down my spine. "But not for food anymore."The way he said it, the raw intensity in his tone, made my pulse quicken. For a second, I felt caught, like prey under the predator’s gaze. I could feel the weight of his words settling over me, and though I didn’t respond verbally, the subtle hitch in my breath must have been enough for him to sense my agreement.Before I could process what was happening, he stepped closer, his strong arms scooping me effortlessly off the chair. I let out a startled gasp, but it was cut short as his lips found mine again, demanding and full of purpose.This kiss
ALICE RILEYThe elevator ride to Vivian Scott’s penthouse was unnervingly smooth, but my nerves weren’t. As the numbers ticked up, I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored walls, ensuring that everything was perfect—my carefully chosen dress, soft waves framing my face, and the faint sheen of gloss on my lips. Tonight wasn’t about him; it was about proving to myself that I could handle him and walk away unscathed.The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing a hallway with polished floors and minimalist decor. I stepped out, my heels clicking against the tiles as I approached the door. Before I could knock, it opened, and there he was—Vivian Scott.My breath caught for the briefest moment. Gone was the impeccably suited CEO. Instead, he stood there in a casual black sweater that hugged his broad chest and dark jeans that emphasized his lean frame. His hair was slightly tousled, as though he’d run his fingers through it while working, and a relaxed smile played on his lips.
ALICE RILEYThe long, drawn-out meeting filled the conference room with formal discussions and a rigid sense of professionalism. At the center of it all was Vivian Scott, the epitome of a polished CEO—sharp, composed, and utterly engrossed in Alexis Segal's numbers and strategies. His focus remained unwavering, fixed entirely on Alexis, with barely a glance spared in my direction.I couldn't deny it. A small part of me—perhaps my ego, perhaps something more—had hoped for at least a flicker of recognition, a glance in my direction. But no, his piercing gaze never once met mine. He was all business today, his words measured, his tone calm but authoritative. His tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, and the faintest hint of cologne only added to the power he exuded.As the conversation paused briefly for coffee, I heard Maria and Sofia whispering from their seats beside me.“Did you see him just now when he leaned back in his chair?” Maria muttered; her voice low but laced with exciteme
VIVIAN SCOTTThe low hum of classical music filled the dimly lit room, and a glass of whiskey rested on the table beside me. I sat on the plush leather couch, leaning back, my gaze fixed on the flames flickering in the fireplace. It was a rare evening without work calls or deadlines. Time to relax, to unwind. And yet, I couldn’t shake the restlessness coursing through me.It had been days since I last saw Alice Riley. Days since her sharp tongue and fiery defiance had sparked something in me, I hadn’t felt in a long time. She was unlike anyone I’d encountered—challenging, intriguing, maddening.I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, a soft chuckle escaping my lips. When was the last time a woman had occupied my mind like this? I couldn’t recall. Since that night, I hadn’t even sought the company of another woman, which was uncharacteristic of me. Normally, my weekends were a blur of charm and indulgence, a distraction from the pressures of business.But now, as the weekend loomed, my
VIVIAN SCOTTI looked at the attractive girl working in the kitchen in her short skirt and a white blouse. She had changed into comfy clothes before brewing coffee for us. Alice was a natural beauty. She looked good in whatever she wore, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her toned legs as she kept tapping her feet while brewing the coffee. “Here you go,” she said as she kept the coffee cup in my hands. The smell of fresh coffee hit my nostrils, and I inhaled it deeply.“Ah, this smells so good,” I said as I sipped coffee from the cup. “And it tastes heaven.”She laughed, making me forget the world for a few seconds. Man, this girl! She was killing me with her beauty.“Don’t tell me coffee is your weakness,” she giggled as if she caught me stroking myself. I agree that I made it obvious I was a coffee lover. But that giggle was a little too much. Unnecessary, I thought.“What do you like?” I asked her, hiding my thoughts.“I do like coffee. But I guess not as much as you.”“You judging
VIVIAN SCOTT Alice was stubborn. She tried to act tough. But behind that facade, I could sense some vulnerability. It felt like she was consciously hiding her interest in me, only to seem unaffected by my persona. Stupid girl! The harder she tried, the more evident it was. I was curious to know more about her. She pulled me like a magnet, and I allowed myself to go in her direction. Her refusals to my offers didn’t bother me because I could recognize she was only masking her emotions, faking her attitude. Oh well, I, of course, wanted to ensure I was right. So, tonight, I was going to test it. Putting a stop to my thinking, I turned to my right to watch the beautiful face sitting beside me. She swallowed her last piece of burger and smiled. “Thank you for the food, Mr. Scott.” “Call me Vivian,” I said, taking another cookie from her. “When you eat together, that too, in a car, you surely are friends.” She grinned at my point. “That’s a good logic. But technically, we aren’t fri
ALICE RILEY I told Vivian Scott a no to dinner date! As I stood up, ready to leave the restaurant after rejecting Vivian’s invitation to join him for dinner tonight, I knew I was behaving rudely with him. But I couldn’t help. The atmosphere between us had always been a mix of tension and teasing, and dining with him could have only threatened my sanity. I refused, weighing the implications of accepting his invitation. His charismatic demeanor had already left me feeling both intrigued and conflicted. There wasn’t room for further meltdown. Moreover, I was genuinely pissed at him for using his CEO powers on me. Could a billionaire, a CEO, or a boss be ever considerate? After I stormed out of the restaurant, I stood at the exit, waiting for my cab. Ten minutes passed, and still, there was no sign of the cab. Instead, I received a call from the cab driver. “Ms. Riley, the car has run into engine issues. It’s taking time. I’m afraid you will have to book a cab.” I could suddenly f