Possessive Over You

They walked into the hall, now filled with Elites and members of the high-class society. You’d wonder how the girls managed to get in. Well, Evans Edwin had made the ball open to everyone this year. “Nice man, huh?” Irene had said when Zee asked how they’d gotten an invitation to a place crowded with the high and mighty. “And I pray Zee gets her biggest wish granted tonight,” Mia added. As they stepped into the most talked-about part of the hotel—the Grand Floor—the girls were left speechless. “Oh my God!” Zee gasped, trying to steady herself. “This is more beautiful than the pictures!” The grand, palatial hall glittered with wealth. Huge chandeliers made of pure gold hung from the high ceiling, scattering light across marble floors. The walls gleamed, and the shimmering colors reflecting from the lights made the place look even more magnificent and otherworldly. Zee’s gaze drifted from the chandeliers to the crowd. The women’s designer gowns shimmered under the lights, and the m

“Oh, you’re such a fine man,” she sang, voice thick with alcohol and admiration, her gaze lifting to his with a sloppy kind of awe. Darien’s brows drew together, a faint grimace tugging at his lips. Fine man? The words landed oddly. No one had ever said that to him—not to his face. People described him as powerful, brilliant, ruthless. Never fine. Before he could process the absurdity of it, she did something else—something that froze him in place. Her hand reached up and brushed his face. Every muscle in his body went taut. The warmth of her touch was light, almost trembling, but it burned through his composure like fire through ice. “Oh no, no, no,” Zee murmured, her tone soft and pleading. “Don’t do that. Don’t frown.” Her fingertips moved over his brows, smoothing the lines away as though she had every right to. “Fine men don’t frown,” she whispered, smiling to herself as if proud of her handiwork. Darien stood motionless, staring down at her. Her eyes were glossy and unfocuse

''This, Ms. Ling is the ground floor of the building and we call it the interface level. But, it isn't so important.'' Mr. Hau saidZee's eyes popped out of their sockets at his last sentence. 'It isn't so important, and it is furnished with such an amount of wealth. Does this man even know what he is talking about?' She asked her surprised self. and, as if he could hear her thoughts, he said...''Compared to the other floors, this is the least''. He explained. Zee had to look around this floor again to grab a vivid picture of the interface level before stepping into the elevator which was ajar, awaiting her. She needed to have a clear image of it in mind so she could compare them with the other levels when they got there. She needed to see for herself what this pretty man was talking about.The elevator clung open and Zee, who had been patiently waiting, and curiously anticipating to behold those next floors her tourist said was wealth glorified, compared to the interface phase, fell

Darien frowned when he noticed her acting all naive. He knew why she was like this, she had embarrassed him once. Seeing her this shy, in a way, calmed his throbbing heart, so he strolled back to the wall and leaned on it. His eyes never left her.Zee stood there like a statue, thinking of the right thing to do or say to this man.' You should probably apologize. Besides, you had embarrassed him that night.' her mind spoke to her, reminding her that she had promised herself to apologize to him. Although she had never thought she would see him again, and that too at her place of work? and as her boss? How did she not know this man owned this place?' she scolded herself.''Boss!'' she called, taking a step forward. She couldn't somehow get accustomed to the truth that this man was the real boss. She saw the man raise a questioning brow.''I think I owe you an apology. About that night at the party...'' She reminded him. Her face was so innocent, but it still affected Darien as he went n

Darien sat in his office on the swivel chair with his back to the office door, lost in thought as he twirled the seat to face the window."Really, Ms. Ling? An angry bird, that's your impression of me?" A tiny smile crept onto his lips, faintly reflected in his eyes. However, when he recalled how tense she had been, that smirk quickly faded. Is she afraid of me? Why did she wear that expression on her face?That night at his hotel when they first met and she did all those unforgettable things to him, he had considered her brave. But after meeting her again, he understood differently.Lunch HourAs the men exited, Darien remained behind, prompting Zee to wonder if another meeting was in the works. Her disappointment didn't escape his notice, nearly prompting him to laugh. He couldn't help but speculate about her thoughts during the prolonged meeting."Join me, Ms. Ling!" Darien beckoned to the girl standing at the far end of the table. Zee turned and walked toward him, her head held lo