LEILA MILLER.I did not want Dylan to see me. No, I could not let him see me, not in this state, and not after how hard I tried and fought to get him to keep my identity a secret--there is no way in hell should I let him see me like this. It is a no go area.Thankfully, the rude lady was quick to get on her feet upon spotting him, in the process shielding me from him. So, I took that as my chance to slowly get up, and attempt to run away from the place without getting spotted by him. It seemed doable. All I have to do is hope she keep him entertained with whatever nonsense she wanted to spew, just long enough for me to get the hell out of here."Dylan," She called out, her voice an pitch higher, and I had to stop and stare at her back in disbelief. With how fast she changed tones and was sounding, I would have wondered if she is the same person that bullied me if I was not the one on the recieving end.I shuddered at how fake her voice sounded, but ignored it and turned around, taking
LEILA MILLER.Dylan's assistant got me a change of outfit, and then escorted me to the changing room where I would change. As I got inside one of the stalls and got out of the dirtied outfit, I wiped my body off all the leftover stains caused by the coffee, my lips tugged down into a deep frown as I wondered just what type of employees are here in this company for every one to be acting like this.I did not let my annoyance get the best of me though as I focused on just getting my current task done so I could go about my work. And just as I was putting on the change of outfit, I heard the changing room door suddenly being pushed open, followed by hurried steps before the door was closed again. I ignored it, focusing on changing my outfit, not giving much thought to it. At least, until the voices belonging to those that came in reached my ears. "Why are you in a rush like this, even bringing me here like this?" One of them asked, though I could not tell exactly how many are there, bu
MATT WILDE.My fist hammered into the punching bag in my hold, repeatedly so, unrelentingly, and without any halt. My eyes were red and blinded by anger, fury even--the kind that cannot be tamed by anything in the slightest. My mind was a mess in that it was barely on the punching bag, but rather had drifted off to a place where I do not want it to but could not help thinking about."...Beta Matt... Beta Matt...Beta Matt!" The feel of numerous hands on my shoulders pulling me backwards with a force that threw me back snapped me back to reality, and only then did the fog clouding my thoughts cleared, and I found myself aware of my surroundings again.The voices in the background became clear, and the blurriness that covered my sight disappeared, and I watched as the new recruits all rushed towards my punching bag, which turns out to not be a punching ag but one of the new recuits I had spar with me for training. As I stare at his limp body on the floor as the others tried to tap him aw
LEILA MILLER."Good morning, Miss Reed.""Morning, Miss Red.""How is your morning going, Miss Reed?"My lips curled into a small smile directed towards those that offered their greetings, "Good Morning," i said, as I walked past them, my head held up as I made my way towards the CEO's office, There were others whose greeting came as I walked past them, and I offered them all nods in return accompanied with a small smile.Upon reaching the CEO's office, i pushed it open with one hand that held a folder, the other occupied by a coffee cup tray. Once in the confines of the office, I made my way further in as the doors closed behind automatically, and my eyes fell on the man seated behind the huge mahogany desk, with numerous files scattered in front of him, and a pen in his hand as he signed away on them. "Good morning Mr. Miller," I greeted in a song like tone as I made my way towards him.Dylan looked up, and the moment his gaze fell on me, he offered me a small smile. "The infamous
LEILA MILLER. Saturday soon enough came, with the week passing by in the blink of an eye and before I know it, the limousine Dylan and I drove to the event pulled up by the red carpet. Dylan turned his head to look at me, before his voice came. “You ready?” He asked, his voice soft and calm. I shrugged, my lips tugged into a small smile. “Ready as I will ever be.” He smiled back, just in time the door by his side was pulled open for him. Dylan fixed his suit jacket, and then he stepped out first before turning around, and extending his hand out for me. Smiling, I took his hand and allowed him to guide me out of the car, the insistent camera flashes threatening to blind me. It came from all angles, the paparazzi going about it like their life depended on it. To us, this is the Alpha Summit, a very important meeting of only those with high positions in our Kingdom while to them, it is just another event if influential billionaires from which they cannot wait to get a whiff of drama
LEILA MILLER.Sebastian held my gaze for a second longer, a sea of emotions i could not quite point a finger at swirling in his orbs as he stared at me. Then, his hand reached out to take mine, his large hand taking a hold of mine and warmth greeted me as our skin touch, and my heart fluttered for a split second. Except, it was not because of affection or anything of that sort. No, rather, it was the kind that comes with remembering what i had to go through because of this man, and the feelings that comes with remembering it.His hand held mine firmly, and gave it a firm shake. "Miss Reed," He acknowledged, his deep voice a baritone that resonated within me.I swallowed down a lump, and pulled my hand away before it could linger. Subconsciously, I found myself moving closer to Dylan, an act that certainly did not go unseen by the Sebastian who is standing in front of us, and i did not miss the way his brows drew in, a dark look taking over his features as Dylan's hand moved to rest on
LEILA MILLER."What the hell do you think you are doing?" I hissed as Matt closed the door behind us, before pushing me into the nearest wall. I snatched my hand from his hold, or at least attempted to do so but his grip was firm, refusing to let go.He held my gaze, his eyes flaring with anger as he stepped closer to me so he was crowding my inner space, his jaw clenched. "The hell, Leila?" He gritted back, his voice octaves lower, the anger in it evident. There was this sadistic, almost possesive but beyond look in his eyes, almost like an obsession. His gaze dropped as he gave me a onceover, and i have never felt as disgusted by his look as i did in that moment. His eyes found mine again, and then he said, "So this was your plan all along huh?"My eyes narrowed, my hands clenched into a fist despite being in his tight grip. "What plan?""Do not make a fool of me, Leila," He chuckled, though there was nothing amusing about it. The chuckle died as soon as it came, and the same crazed
LEILA MILLER.My interaction with Matt left me not wanting to spend another minute in the event, I could not stomach the thought of it. But, I am well aware of its importance to Dylan, so I did not say a thing about it, and instead tried to mask my annoyance as I made my way back to the hall, instantly plastering a tight lipped smile on my face.Upon returning to Dylan's side, his eyes met mine, and his brows drew in, as if he could tell there is something wrong with me. His hand reached out, resting on the small of my back as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Are you okay?"I forced the smile on my face. "Yeah, I am fine." Dylan gave me a pointed look, one that showed he does not quite believe me, but he did not press it. Instead, he gave me a nod, and focused his attention back on teh current agenda that was being dicussed. Sebastian returned shortly after, but i did not look at him despite feeling his gaze on me. I kept my eyes fixed on the speaker, and ignored his looks. But,
LEILA MILLER.My lower lip was between my teeth as I stared at Sebastian's card, the words circling in my mind. I wanted to throw his bouquet and card too, but something inside of me fluttered in ways I couldn't quite explain. But as I made up my mind, I let out a sigh, and the door opened just in time to see Kiana."Miss Reed?" She stepped in and said, "You wanted me to take the roses out?" with her brows drawn together as she gazed between me and the flowers.Dropping Sebastian's card back into the bouquet, I nodded and said, "And the lilies too." I stated that as I was determined to discard it.I would not be swayed that easily; the thoughts of what happened in the past came flooding in, strengthening my resolve.Kiana's confusion was evident on her expression, and I could understand why. She is someone with a simple mind and thought. To her, getting two bouquets is probably the best way to start the morning. To me, it is nothing but a constant reminder of what I was made to go thr
LEILA MILLER.Sebastian left shortly after breakfast, leaving me stunned by his sudden confession. I did not know what to make of it, or how to wrap my head around it really. Everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours seemed like a messy blur to me, almost as if it happened all in the blink of an eye—as if I am living a dream. After a while of simply sitting there staring at nothing, I decided to get up and get ready for the day. I am late already, and I hate being tardy. So, I made my way back to the bedroom, took a shower, and the changed into a work outfit of my choice. I did however decide on a high neck blouse, just to cover up the marks that decorated my skin. It took me less than an hour to get ready, and by the time I was done, i picked up my car keys on the way out before heading down to the underground parking lot where I got into my car, and then drove off to work. My apartment is not far from the office, just about fifteen minutes drive if there is traffic, a
LEILA MILLER.His words brought me out of the trance I was lost in for a moment, and then I blinked, my lips parted as I released a shaky breath. My eyes then narrowed at him, though I did not exactly push him away. "You did not answer my questions," I pointed out.He hummed, as if he was aware of it. And then, one of his hands went to my waist, slipping under the shirt so his bare hands touched my bare skin, and I found myself swallowing down a lump, suddenly beginning to feel hot all over again--and judging from the look on his face, he is very much aware of it. "How was your night?" He asked in that same husky tone. "How are you feeling now?"I sighed, but decided to answer after all. "I am fine," I said, trying to keep my expression blank. "But you need to leave," I said, "I have to go to work, and you do as well." I saw the time on the clock earlier, it already is past eight in the morning--making us both late for work.But here we are, acting as if we do not have work to head to
LEILA MILLER.I let out a sigh as I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the faint glow of light peeking through the drapes. As I drew the pillow in my arms closer to me, I closed my eyes once again and let out another sigh of relief and satisfaction. However, I stopped when I smelled something.Taking another smell of the scent emanating from the pillow, my eyes sprung wide, and sure enough, it was Sebastian's... I was reminded of everything that had happened the previous evening, as though the aroma had opened the gates to memories that came flooding in almost instantly. From his picking me up from work to the fundraiser dinner, to dress shopping at Lerouxe, and even sleeping together.I clenched my eyes shut immediately, silently screaming in my head as I realized I had slept with Sebastian after all. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I buried myself under the pile of duvet before I realized there was no point in regretting really. What is done is done, and though I still feel like sma
SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCA.I caved into my desires after all. I was not sure what was the final breaking point for me exactly. Was it from being ignored by her throughout the night since the mention of Anastasia? Or was it when I saw her being hit on by that drunk man? I am not sure exactly, it could be it all to be honest.But as we sat in that car, on the way back to her house, I held onto the very last thread of patience I have before I would do something i definitely would not regret. Her scent was too strong, it was messing with my senses. I could not stare at her, I dared not to because by doing so I would be losing that bit of composure I have always prided myself in having.I could feel her gaze on me occaionally, but i forced myself to keep my gaze out there, exhaling a few calming breaths to myself. As much as it was torture itself, I still wished the ride was longer because way too sooner than I would have liked, the car pulled up in front of her apartment, and she stepp
LEILA MILLER.Not in the least bit able to think clearly. Sebastian devoured my lips so quickly that I had little time to respond, and I was forced to yield to his touches.The only thing that came to me in the hazy mess that was Sebastian was his kisses, his touch, and the way he made me feel hot and fuzzy inside. When I tried to kiss him back, I was unable to equal the passion of his kisses, but I was able to free my hands from his and wrap them around his neck.I knew that I should keep my distance, pull away, and keep him at arm's length, but none of those things mattered to me in this situation. I am not sure whether I was caving in because I am too caught up in lust, or whether my heart was starting to sway to him but I knew one thing for sure: I am craving his touch, intensely so.So, I melted in his arms, throwing away all those thoughts that were making me second guess the situation, and simply caved into the passionate kiss. Sebastian's lips finally left mine, allowing me t
LEILA MILLER With one hand holding onto the stranger’s hand, Sebastian pulled me behind him with his other hand, so his body was shielding me from the man. He towered over the man, his hand twisting his arm in a position that is certain to be anything but comfortable, judging from the look of pain that took over the man’s features. He was quick to start pleading, “Look, bro, I am sorry, I did not know she is with you. Please. Let go.” Sebastian twisted his arm further, and even I started to feel bad for the man because I cannot imagine my hand being twisted in such direction. I could not see Sebastian’s face, but when he parted his lips to speak, I could detect the fury in it. His voice had dropped octaves lower so only the three of us could hear, and there was a low growl in his voice that I knew his wolf is about to show. “Or what?” Sebastian repeated his earlier words to me, as he stepped closer to him, the man’s body shaking. And then I heard it. The sickening sound of b
LEILA MILLER After Sebastian won that bid, the bidding continued with other displayed items but none caught my attention again. If anything, my mood has dampened significantly, an unwanted thought crossing that mind that what if, Sebastian got the set for that Anastasia of his. I intended to keep her issue out of my mind, I truly do. However, it just kept coming back, and in the process, ruining my mood. At one point, I decided I needed a break from the environment there, and so, pushed my seat back in an attempt to get up. Sebastian’s voice came finally, stopping me. “Where are you going?” He grumbled, his voice low, though still not sparing me a glance. I wanted to ignore him, but something in me did not allow me to. So, I found myself responding. “The restroom.” I said simply. He did not respond, or even acknowledge me, making my frown deepen. Sighing, I threw him a slightly pointed look, before I got out of seat and then walked out of the hall, asking one of the waiters
LEILA MILLER.Anastasia. The name of the lady that has apparently been by Sebastian’s side for the longest time. I felt the way his body stiffened beside mine when the name was mentioned, and the visible change of the air around us.Through the corner of my eyes, I watched his expression hardened, and my own lips curled downwards into a frown as the tension began to set in. Opposite me, the expression on Mrs. Robert’s face showed that was exactly what she wanted, it was the reaction she wanted to get from him.Sebastian’s response however threw her off balance, and before she could find her footing or her husband offer to aid her, Sebastian pulled me away from them, leading us towards the designated table for us as the event was about to officially start.It was not intentional. It really was not. But the mention of the lady served as a wake up call to me. That the short moment we shared earlier at Lerouxe is nothing more than just an illusion, and I am yet again reminded of the actua