Chapter 4

He was gone. And I was back to my senses. Well not completely because as much as I regretted sleeping with a stranger last night, I’ve never experienced such pleasure before. What I regretted was not knowing anything about him. But it was for the best because such a man would ruin me. I fear he has.

My hair was all scattered as I checked the bathroom mirror, and I gasped as I saw the millions of hickeys he left on my body. My ass still hurt from the whips but a crazy smile widened my lips at the feeling of it all.

I don’t feel so hateful anymore. But I still had a mission.

Cleaning up and wearing my clothes, I pushed last night out of my head. My plan starts in a week. I can’t let memories of a night with a stranger ruin it. Because I would never truly be happy till I destroy everything Ryan has ever loved.

One week after, I was back in the one state I hated the most. The state that made it so hard to breathe, but Jay was here and he gripped my hand as I stepped out of his car. “Remember it gets better. Ryan doesn’t know you are alive. You will take back control”

I smiled, feeling a little better. “Thanks Jay.”

He ruffled my hair. “It’s nothing kiddo. Everything is perfect and ready for you snowflake.”

I hugged him tightly, and placed a kiss on his cheek. He was the best and I didn’t deserve all he did for me, especially helping me with my revenge plan. “Try not to miss me old man.”

He snorted. “Whatever. The house is well secured and not so far from the bus station. Since you refused a car.” He rolled his eyes then sighed. “Just promise me you will give up on this once it gets too dangerous.”

I smiled, nodding. I wouldn’t give up on this if it got too dangerous.

He sighed again. “I know you wouldn’t, ‘Em.”

He was the only one who called me Emma in private.

Them he entered his car, leaving me in front of the place I was going to be living in for the next year. “Go get ‘em.”

And he drove away.

I sighed as I walked into the house, and immediately changed into my office wear, for my interview. Jay secured a job at Ryan’s company, since he knew the owner and all I needed to do was a short interview to know where I would be working.

I planned to be the secretary, so as the interview ended and the man gave me a firm hand shake, I knew I was going to get the job.

Then he said. “Go to the CEO’s office to finalize the deal. He always asks to meet new employees personally.”

I snorted to myself. Of course he would. This place was one of the biggest companies in the whole of the city, the owner had to be extra cautious of who they were employing.

I nodded politely at the interviewer. “please lead the way.”

He took me to an elevator, and I stood steadily, wandering the perfect spot to be placed so

I could have easy access to all the files I needed. We ended on the last floor, and walked down a long, sleek hallway lined with expensive art and marble floors that seemed to echo each step. I felt my pulse quicken. This was it, the moment I had been planning for months. The chance to face the man who had taken everything from me and start dismantling his life, piece by piece.

The interviewer gestured to a large, imposing door at the end of the hall. “The CEO’s office is just through there. He’s expecting you.”

“Thank you,” I said, offering a polite smile as he left and let out a sigh, hoping I’m accepted and given a good spot, preferably the head secretary.

I held my head high as I placed my hand on the door handle, and turned it open, stepping into the office.

I was greeted by a luxurious office that seemed more like a penthouse than a place of business. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city, while sleek furniture and tasteful décor screamed wealth and power.

But my focus wasn’t on the scenery. It was on the man behind the desk, who was facing away from me, staring out the window. His voice was cold and casual as he spoke without turning around.

“Close the door behind you.”

A gasp left my lips as I gripped the door handle tight, not believing my ears. What were the odds? Why did he have to be the CEO?

Why does the man who saw that side of me, have to be my boss?

He swirled in his chair, and came face to face with me and I froze as those intimidating beautiful eye’s recognized me instantly, and then trailed down my body, causing familiar shivers to run through my bones.

He was even more handsome than that night. His hair was perfectly styled like he wasn’t a day over thirty. His beaded, slightly grey but perfectly trimmed and his scar over his eye, just as sexy as the last time. He was in a perfect black suit, and I knew it was worth a lot.

He was danger and ruin. And has come to ruin my perfectly thought through plans. I can’t believe this was Damien Caldwell. CEO of the company I sold my business to three years ago. Fate is a fickle, funny son of a bitch.

He smirked, and relaxed in his chair. “Well well well. I knew if I prayed hard enough, you would appear. Or are you stalking me, Angel?”

I swallowed, raising my chin. “I had no idea you are the CEO. I’m here strictly for work.”

He chuckled as he picked up my file. “Amanda…” his tongue rolled out my fake name and I shivered nonetheless. His voice did something to me the minute I heard him talk.

His grey eyes met mine once again. “So that’s the name behind the good girl.”

Anger flooded me as i clenched my fists. “You didn’t bother to learn it then, so forget it. And I would love if you stopped mentioning that night, if I’m going to be accepted in this company, sir.” I spat, and he rose a brow.

“Feisty. Hm, doesn’t at all sound like the same woman” he smirked again, and I opened my mouth to correct him but he said.

“I’ll give you the job, but not as secretary.”

I instantly relaxed, he was giving me the job despite our past but the other part hit me.

“Wait, not as secretary? But that’s what I applied for.”

He straightened in his chair, and every sign of playfulness was gone as his eyes bored into mine.

“I don’t want you as a secretary. I was you as my personal assistant. That means you and I would be working very closely together, Amanda.”

Anger rushed through me and I struggled to keep it at bay. Why was he so infuriating?

“But that’s not what I applied for.”

He shrugged. “I give what is best to the capacity of my candidates. So you can either take the job, or walk out to another company. But I’m sure you wouldn’t because there’s a reason you took this company. I’m right, aren’t I?”

I bit my lip as I thought of my options and his gaze fell to my lip, making me feel self conscious and a little bit turned on.

This was why I couldn’t work here anymore. But I needed this company. This was my only shot to take control from Ryan. To

Take my life back.

I could resist this distraction. In fact, working as his assistant gives me the best access to the database of the company.

So I gave him my best smile and said.

“Deal, I will work as your assistant on one condition.”

He raised his brow in amusement. “What condition is that, Amanda?”

I steeled my gaze, making sure I sounded more confident than I felt right now.

“That night never happened, Mr Caldwell. This would be strictly professional, and it stays there.”

He smirked. “If that’s what you want, then welcome to Caldwell.”

He stretched forth his hand, and I hesitated.

“Come on. I don’t bite.”

I faltered, knowing how much of a lie that was.

Amusement flashed through his face, and he smirked.

I sighed, slipping my hand in his, and sparks flew through my hand as he lingered before letting go, causing me to squeeze my thighs together.

How was I to destroy Ryan when Damien was going to be my boss who I’ve already slept with?

And how could I resist him when all I could think about when I look at him is fucking him?