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Questions started racing through my mind. What the hell was he doing here? Did he know I would be here? Was he still angry with me for leaving without saying anything? Not even a goodbye?I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, but my nerves were getting the best of me. I couldn't face Adonis, not after everything that had happened between us that night. After I left him without any explanation.Slowly, I got up from the table and turned to face him. He was wearing a suit! A damn black suit and looked hotter than ever.“Y…you people know each other?” I heard Justin’s confused voice slicing through the air.Before I could answer him, Adonis spoke up measuring me with a challenging smirk, “Very well. Right, Ms. Evelyne?”My eyes snapped up to his face when I heard my name escaping his mouth. He was smiling but that smile didn’t reach his eyes. It didn’t belong to the man who used to be friendly and easygoing with me.This one had this icy touch that was enough to chill my bone
“You are hiding something. We know that. Either it’s related to Adonis. The man you met a few days back or it’s related to Elijah, Justin’s friend, who you seem to know. Whatever it is. We don’t want to pry into your life, Eve. But please remember. We are your friends, and we want to let you know that we will always be there by your side no matter what you decide.” Ashley was holding my hand, sitting at the edge of the bed. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts pockets, Aniya was standing looking at us. Justin was leaning against the doorframe listening to his wife but didn’t comment. To avoid Adonis, I had decided to stay here but my friends knew there was something, I was not letting them know. Justin cleared his throat, “By any chance… Is any of these men trying to stalk you or bully you?” Justin asked me sincerely. I shook my head quietly trying to control the tears that were at the brink of my eyes. How to tell my friends that Elijah and Adonis were the names of the same man? No,
Elijah povShe looked a little taken aback when I told her that I was the owner of this club. For some reason, she was avoiding me, but her body seemed to give a different message.She told me earlier that she could not go further with our relationship but right now she was leaning in on me as if she was most secure in my arms. The girl was giving me mixed signals.I was in my office when I got a glimpse of her on my camera screen, entering the club. The face I was waiting for, for the last few days. As always, she looked beautiful but highly disturbed. I was still trying to decide if I should go after her or not, as the girl clearly used to get uneasy by my presence.Initially, she was ok with our closeness but after our night of passion, I didn’t know what got into her. The first time I saw her in this club, I thought she was a model with her jet-black hair and smooth, shiny long legs. It was expected that she might be a spoiled brat.But oh, man. She was an amazing human with a gol
Aniya’s pov Owning a cleaning company certainly comes with its own set of challenges. Customers may have high expectations and demands, while employees may have their own concerns and issues. It's important to establish rules and guidelines to ensure that everyone is on the same page and that the business runs smoothly. As an owner of the cleaning company, I implemented a rule that was supposed to provide the employees with a 10% commission, based on the amount of revenue generated from my clients. This was a common practice in sales-based industries, where employees were incentivized to generate more business and increase revenue. My mantra was, offering a commission can motivate employees to work harder and provide better service to clients in order to earn more money. It can also help to increase employee loyalty and reduce turnover, as employees feel valued and appreciated for their contributions to the company's success. “I am supposed to get the commission of cleaning Mr. Be
Aniya’s pov:As soon as our coffee orders were taken, I began grilling Elijah. "What do you want to talk about, Mr. Elijah? If you are expecting me to tell you about Eve's whereabouts, then I am sorry."I was exhausted after a long day at work and all I wanted was a warm bath. I agreed to meet him because I wanted to see my friend’s happiness again."No. I don't want any whereabouts, Ms. Aniya. I need a favor," he replied, his voice pleading.I scrunched my nose and looked up at him, curious but also wary. "And what is that favor?" I asked.He looked at me, and I noticed the under-bags around his eyes, evidence of sleepless nights and too much pressure. He took a deep breath before speaking again."Can you convince Eve as a friend to let me talk to her? To let me in her life for a little while? Just ask her to give me a chance."What was it about these men? They make you run away in the opposite direction and then they come after you waggling their tails. Earlier it was Tyler and now
Eve’s pov As we stood in the kitchen, I reached up and lightly touched his lips, causing him to gulp down nervously. He hadn't been expecting the sudden contact, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through his eyes at my touch. Slowly, his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. "I missed us, Eve." My heart swelled at his words, and I knew what he was talking about. Because I felt the same way. "I missed us too," I replied softly, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. For a moment, we just stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The warmth of his body against mine felt like home, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go. "Can we start again?" he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant but filled with hope. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could see the vulnerability there, the fear of rejection. But I knew that I couldn't deny him this. Not when I felt the same way. It migh
As we sat on the couch, my hand was in his, and my frustration was pouring out. "We advertised everywhere that we are going on appointments, hundred percent. Still, I keep getting these stubborn customers who whine and complain that they didn’t know about the change. In the end, after a lot of arguments, we usually take them because well… they are our clients."He listened patiently while his rough thumb pad circled patterns on my palm. "That sounds so frustrating. It's hard when you do everything you can to communicate a change and still have people complain."I nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Exactly! But then we end up taking them anyways because they're our clients and we don't want to lose business."He agreed, "I know what you mean. I have clients who want to get drunk on someone else's money. And if someone else isn't available, they expect the club to tolerate the shit. Then there's always the risk of a pervert who might be bullying a beautiful girl like you."He sque
As soon as the car came to a halt, I jumped out without waiting for Justin or any of my friends. "The club casualties..." I began to say, but the receptionist interrupted me, gesturing towards a counter on the right. "Ma'am, you can get all the information you need from there. The patients have been moved to that ward," she said in a professional tone. I made my way to the small waiting area of the hospital, where a young doctor was calling out injured people’s names along with the ward numbers while panicked people were gathering around him. "Sir!" I tried to scream over the chaos, but my voice was drowned out. Unable to stand still, I rushed down the hallway to the said wards. Adonis! Please don't you dare die on me! Don’t you fu*cing die, Adonis. If you do, I'll kill you myself! I swear I will kill you! I sobbed without realizing it, tears streaming down my face. I kept looking for him on every bed, in every ward but he was nowhere. I wanted Justin to take me to the club, bu