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.The surprised look that took over thier features all was priceless, I wish I had a picture of it so i can look at later on and laugh.But, I do not, and having Leon here to save me from having to go through interacting with the other is more than enough for me.I smiled, glad to have him here. "Thank you, Leon."He offered me a smile back, "It is my pleasure, Miss Reed. I apologize for the delay you encountered." His smile disappeared when he turned his head and focused his gaze on the receptionists who, instantly looked down. "Which one of you stopped Miss Reed?" He asked, his voice turning cold.The one that i did not speak to instantly pointed a finger at the one i was conversing with, eager to escape Leon's wrath. The culprit looked up, her eyes wide, almost pleading before her voice came. "Mr. Leon, i am really sorry. I did not know she was Mr. Salvatore's guest...I really did not...""I am not the one you should apologize to," He said, his voice as cold as his expr
LEILA MILLER.I was suddenly nervous, and I do not know why. The moment he walked in, his eyes found mine, and i could swear the air shifted as we held each other's gaze. His expression did not give anything away. It was guarded as always as he closed the door behind him, and then walked further into the office in my direction. There was this aura that accompanied him, something in the way he carried himself that made the air in the room shift, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed down a discreet lump, and then pushed myself on my feet as he reached where I am. My own expression mirrored his as he came to stand in front of me, and I found myself stretching my hand out. "Mr. Salvatore," I said, surprised by how calm my voice sounded despite my heart fluttering. Sebastian's hand took a hold of mine firmly, its size enclosing mine with its warmth as he shook it."Miss Reed," He acknowledged, his voice deeper than i remembered it--his eyes never leaving mine.A second longer passed
LEILA MILLER.As my meeting with Sebastian came to an end, he asked his assistant Leon to see me out, and that he will schedule our next appointment. I thanked him, and left with Leon leading the way out. I still felt Sebastian's gaze on me until i was out of the room, but i did not turn around, not in the slightest. But it was not just Sebastian with his lingering gaze, but that of his workers as well. The moment Leon and I walked out of Sebastian's office, the stares came once again. I could not help but wonder why they are staring at me like I just crossed some line that is not meant to be crossed.I got my answer when Leon, upon noticing the stares as well, offered me a soft smile and then said. "It is just that Mr. Salvatore never had a meeting with any woman in his office, at least, never alone." He explained.My brows drew in, lips tugged into a slight frown. I hummed, "Really?" I do not know why i found that hard to believe. Maybe because Sebastian looks like someone that wou
LEILA MILLER.I had zero idea what happened.The next time my eyes flicked open, a dull headache welcomed me. I closed my eyes, waited a few seconds for the headache to subside before peeling them open again. Confusion settled in my mind as i took in the unfamiliar room, my lips tugged downwards into a deep frown. The memories of what happened leading to me passing out flooded my mind, down to the last thing I remember before passing out.Sebastian. He saved me.I found myself sitting up, the duvet that was covering me falling to my laps as i looked around the lavish room that screamed anything but a hospital room. And if its simple extravagance did not confirm so, then the scent of him everywhere around confirmed the thought.I am not in his house...am I?Needing to confirm for myself, I pushed the duvet off me, and got out of the bed. There was a pink flip flop waiting, which i slipped my feet into before making my way towards the door in sight. Except, instead of the exit i was hop
LEILA MILLERI cleared my throat, releasing a few shaky breaths before tapping the answer button and then bringing the phone to my ear. "Hel--" I parted my lips to speak, but Dylan's voice came immediately, cutting me off before i could even utter the first word."Leila?" Dylan's voice came, rushed, almost as if he was starting to become really worried, or maybe he already is. "Leila?"I swallowed down a lump, then forced a smile on my face despite knowing he can not see it. "Yes, Dylan. It is I." I am surprised my tone came out calm when deep down, i am nervous as to how he would react.I heard him release a deep sigh of relief from the other end. "Thank goodness, Leila!" His tone tehn turned scolding, "Where have you been? I have been texting, and calling you all day. It has been hours since you went to that meeting and I have heard nothing from you. Did something happen?"I hesitated, weighing the options in my head before coming to a conclusion that there is no reason to tell Dyla
SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCA. I stared at the CCTV recording from the night before with my hands clenching by the side. My eyes narrowed at the screen of my laptop, despite knowing the real culprit is merely a figure in the video and not actually standing in front of me in real life. As the video ended and I got my answer, I was seething. Sure enough I was right when I thought someone must have orchestrated Leila’s elevator accident, and I was right. My company does not make such silly mistakes. So somehow must have done it, and I have just figured out who. A knock came on my door, interrupting my train of thoughts. “Come in.” I grumbled out, my gaze flicking in the direction of the entrance where Leon trudged in, having gotten his permission. He came to stand in front of me, his expression stern and professional. “Sir, your nephew, Matt is here with his partner again, demanding to see you. Should I send them away as usual?” He asked, already knowing how to handle Matt’s whiny a
SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCA. I think I got the wrong impression of Leila from the very beginning. And I admit, I am at fault for how we ended up. But truthfully, I had no idea what Matt was doing to her. I have met a number of women that have all been after me, my influence, and my money that I thought Leila, my own mate was the same. I wanted to believe otherwise, I really did. But after seeing her with Matt, any doubts I had were thrown out the window. How was i supposed to accept that my mate, whom i was with the night before is involved with my nephew? What other explanation could there be other than the fact that she is two timing us both, using him to climb the ladder and get to me? I will also admit that I have regretted my decision over the past few months. I tried not to mull over it, but it is difficult when even my own wolf has been craving for his mate. I have always kept my desires to myself, knowing when to handle it and indulge others, but since finding Leila, even t
LEILA MILLERI cleared my throat, releasing a few shaky breaths before tapping the answer button and then bringing the phone to my ear. "Hel--" I parted my lips to speak, but Dylan's voice came immediately, cutting me off before i could even utter the first word."Leila?" Dylan's voice came, rushed, almost as if he was starting to become really worried, or maybe he already is. "Leila?"I swallowed down a lump, then forced a smile on my face despite knowing he can not see it. "Yes, Dylan. It is I." I am surprised my tone came out calm when deep down, i am nervous as to how he would react.I heard him release a deep sigh of relief from the other end. "Thank goodness, Leila!" His tone tehn turned scolding, "Where have you been? I have been texting, and calling you all day. It has been hours since you went to that meeting and I have heard nothing from you. Did something happen?"I hesitated, weighing the options in my head before coming to a conclusion that there is no reason to tell Dyla
LEILA MILLER.I had zero idea what happened.The next time my eyes flicked open, a dull headache welcomed me. I closed my eyes, waited a few seconds for the headache to subside before peeling them open again. Confusion settled in my mind as i took in the unfamiliar room, my lips tugged downwards into a deep frown. The memories of what happened leading to me passing out flooded my mind, down to the last thing I remember before passing out.Sebastian. He saved me.I found myself sitting up, the duvet that was covering me falling to my laps as i looked around the lavish room that screamed anything but a hospital room. And if its simple extravagance did not confirm so, then the scent of him everywhere around confirmed the thought.I am not in his house...am I?Needing to confirm for myself, I pushed the duvet off me, and got out of the bed. There was a pink flip flop waiting, which i slipped my feet into before making my way towards the door in sight. Except, instead of the exit i was hop
LEILA MILLER.As my meeting with Sebastian came to an end, he asked his assistant Leon to see me out, and that he will schedule our next appointment. I thanked him, and left with Leon leading the way out. I still felt Sebastian's gaze on me until i was out of the room, but i did not turn around, not in the slightest. But it was not just Sebastian with his lingering gaze, but that of his workers as well. The moment Leon and I walked out of Sebastian's office, the stares came once again. I could not help but wonder why they are staring at me like I just crossed some line that is not meant to be crossed.I got my answer when Leon, upon noticing the stares as well, offered me a soft smile and then said. "It is just that Mr. Salvatore never had a meeting with any woman in his office, at least, never alone." He explained.My brows drew in, lips tugged into a slight frown. I hummed, "Really?" I do not know why i found that hard to believe. Maybe because Sebastian looks like someone that wou
LEILA MILLER.I was suddenly nervous, and I do not know why. The moment he walked in, his eyes found mine, and i could swear the air shifted as we held each other's gaze. His expression did not give anything away. It was guarded as always as he closed the door behind him, and then walked further into the office in my direction. There was this aura that accompanied him, something in the way he carried himself that made the air in the room shift, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed down a discreet lump, and then pushed myself on my feet as he reached where I am. My own expression mirrored his as he came to stand in front of me, and I found myself stretching my hand out. "Mr. Salvatore," I said, surprised by how calm my voice sounded despite my heart fluttering. Sebastian's hand took a hold of mine firmly, its size enclosing mine with its warmth as he shook it."Miss Reed," He acknowledged, his voice deeper than i remembered it--his eyes never leaving mine.A second longer passed
LEILA MILLER.The surprised look that took over thier features all was priceless, I wish I had a picture of it so i can look at later on and laugh.But, I do not, and having Leon here to save me from having to go through interacting with the other is more than enough for me.I smiled, glad to have him here. "Thank you, Leon."He offered me a smile back, "It is my pleasure, Miss Reed. I apologize for the delay you encountered." His smile disappeared when he turned his head and focused his gaze on the receptionists who, instantly looked down. "Which one of you stopped Miss Reed?" He asked, his voice turning cold.The one that i did not speak to instantly pointed a finger at the one i was conversing with, eager to escape Leon's wrath. The culprit looked up, her eyes wide, almost pleading before her voice came. "Mr. Leon, i am really sorry. I did not know she was Mr. Salvatore's guest...I really did not...""I am not the one you should apologize to," He said, his voice as cold as his expr
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."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