Mia’s heart swells with a mixture of indescribable feeling, shock, incredulity, and most of all, happiness. Although these feelings render her tongue-tied, she could tell a smile is forming on her face. She stares at Chris’s ocean-blue eyes, witnessing a flash of surprise, and maybe joy (is it joy?) on his face. But Chris quickly regains composure.
“Mia, I never thought we would meet again,” Chris calls her name in a low, husky voice.
Mia shivers at his voice. She has difficulty controlling her body when being around Chris.
“It is nice to meet you again, Mr. Wayne.” Mia is glad she finds her composure too.
“Call me Chris. Please have a seat.” Chris walks towards Mia in his long legs and leads her to the leather sofa, touching her small of back, sending shivers down her spine.
Trying to cover her reaction, Mia immediately reaches for her tote bag after sitting down and takes out a delicately packaged invitation card.
“Your father, uh, Mr. Powell’s birthday party will be held in the Powell Mansion on May 25th.”
Chris takes the invitation card from her hand and carelessly sets it on the desk.
“How did you know my father?” Chris looks at her with questioning in his eyes.
In a day, she has been asked this question twice. She knows there is something more in the question but she couldn’t figure it out.
Mia debates whether to tell Chris the truth. It is Chris. Mia knows she could trust him. But knowing now that he is Mr. Powell’s son, and knowing that he doesn’t appear on the photo wall in the Powell mansion, Mia also knows she has to tread the water carefully in order to survive in this world of rich people. Furthermore, telling Chris how she knew Mr. Powell would be spreading her past out for him to see. She is not ready for it.
“I met him during the interview.” Mia lies. And she could tell Chris doesn’t believe her words. But he doesn’t pursue the question further.
“Will you go to the party?”
“Yes, I’m assigned to take care of a few important guests at the day. ”
There is a knock on the door. Chris’s secretary pops her head, “Sorry to interrupt you, sir. The meeting is to start in 5 minutes.”
“I’ll leave you be.” Mia stands up.
“Then see you there at the party.”
Mia nods at Chris and walks towards the door. Before she reaches the door, her arm is gently caught by Chris’s hand. Mia turns and looks at Chris.
“Are you free for dinner tonight?” Chris’s blue eyes look at her intensely. Is he asking her for dinner? Is it a date?
“Yes.” Mia cannot wait to know what he will say next.
“Great. I’ll text you the place and time later. See you then.”
“See you then.” Mia could barely hide her grin.
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Christian couldn’t concentrate on the man’s speech in the meeting room. His mind keeps wandering to Mia. When she walks into his office, he realizes how much he misses her, how much he wants her.
She looks different now, but beautiful and stunning as last time. She wears light makeup, her brown curls frame her perfect face. The gray business suit she wears gives her an aura of a professional woman, very different from her causal looks last time. The gray pencil skirt shows off her perfect legs. She is breathtaking.
Christian is also taken aback by the fact that Mia is the new assistant to his father. He left Mia in Germany without saying goodbye to leave her out of his complicated world. Yet here she is, is this a joke from fate?
Christian knows immediately Mia is lying when she says she met his father during the interview. He knows his father. Given the betrayals his former assistants have done to him, it is very suspicious the old man hires Mia so quickly. Does the old man have something on Mia? If it is the case, then what is it?
Then there is an imminent question. How can he protect Mia from predatory Anthony and Lily? How can he make sure Mia walks out of the war between him and his father unharmed?
Most importantly, will she still say yes to his dinner invitation when she discovers who he really is, how dark he is, what agenda he has?
“Mr. Wayne, we believe this campaign will help establish Wayne Technology’s brand in the mind of consumers for generations to come." The man is looking at him expectantly.
"Mr. Goodwill, we will take about the details of our cooperation after the meeting." Jack interposes.
"A penny for your thought?" After everyone leaves the room, Jason Wayne, Christian's uncle, asks.
"Nothing."
"Clearly not nothing. Something is going on in your mind. I heard the old man's assistant visited your office before the meeting. Any news?"
"Nothing you don't already know."
"I could imagine Anthony's smug face if he is announced to be the next CEO of the Pinnacle group. God, I wish I could punch his face."
"If he is to take the group in the future, we all know he will ruin it. I'm okay with him ruining Pinnacle. But I will not allow my mother's hard work and assets to go to waste, even if it means declaring war against my father." Christian grits his teeth.
"Do you think we can use the new assistant to our advantage?"
"No, no one touches her. She is not to be involved in the ugly family business." Christian's decisive tone startles his uncle.
"You know it is impossible for her not to be involved. She is the old man's assistant. Anthony and his god damn mother will get to her no matter what. They got to Lindsey. All we have to do is to be discreet."
"No, I said no one touches her. " Christian reaffirms. Jason could see his eyes go cold at the proposition.
"Okay, she is off-limits." Jason raises his palms in the air.
"Is there something going on between you and the ?"
"Nothing."
"Chris, you will not fool me. I'm your uncle. I've been like a father to you since my sister passed away. Are you sleeping with her?"
"No, you are overthinking."
"Then why are you so protective of her?"
"You are in love with her! Aren't you?"
"You have a wild imagination, uncle," Christian says in annoyance and stands up to leave the meeting room before his uncle could question him further.
Does he love her? No, he denies this possibility. He doesn't fall into love easily. No matter he likes it or not, he has his father's genes. He doesn't want to hurt a woman devastatingly as his father had done to his mother. Yes, he is physically attracted to Mia, but it is only physical. And it is better if he keeps it physical.
After walking out of Chris’s office, Mia hurries home to fetch her cell phone. She doesn’t want to miss the messages Chris will send to her. Even though she knows who he is and where he is now, it still feels like they would never have the opportunity to see each other again if she misses his messages.The rest of the day is spent delivering invitation cards to the big shots and getting more and more nervous every minute waiting for Chris’s texts.At 5 pm, Mia’s phone rings and she picks it up immediately from her desk. It is a message from Chris.Chris: Is 8 pm okay with you? I have to finish some work first.With a smile on her face, Mia texts back, “Yes, absolutely.”Chris: Meet me at Le Boudoir? I’ll have my driver pick you up at 7:30.Mia: I can walk up there by myself.Chris: I insist.Mia couldn’t hold the huge grin on her face, “Okay, you win.”Mia cannot believe so many things have changed in one day. She feels like walking on clouds. Before today she was plagued by dejection
Chris knows he is asking too much from Mia. He has no right to ask her to quit her job. It is her life. It is her job. But he doesn’t want her to get hurt in their ugly family business. Anthony and Lily will find ways to use her, antagonize her, and eventually ruin her for good, just like what they have done to the old man’s other assistants. Look what Lindsey has got herself into. A federal charge is awaiting her.“I can’t. And why do you want me to quit?” Mia asks innocently.“Because working for my father is complicated and dangerous.”“As dangerous as you?” Chris likes her wittiness.“Far more dangerous than me.”“I’m not afraid of danger. I can take care of myself. ” And she is also headstrong.Chris realizes it is futile to persuade her out of the job right now. She is too oblivious to the dangers lurking around her. But He cannot let anything happen to her before she sees things clearly. He needs her to be safe and sound. He will personally make sure of that.“Promise me you wi
A week has passed since that intense kiss. Chris hasn’t called or texted Mia. It is like he is pretending nothing has happened.Mia doesn’t know how to respond to Chris’s inaction. She always let the men (currently only two in her life) take the lead in a relationship. They professed their crushes and she went along with them.But with Chris, it is different. Mia senses he is closed off at times like he is unwilling to let people into his heart. She likes him. A LOT. Her feelings frighten her.If Chris is just an ordinary man, Mia might have asked him out without thinking too much. But he isn’t. He is Chris Wayne, the hottest and most eligible billionaire bachelor whose father happens to be her boss. Their worlds are vastly different.And the bills and debts that keep piling up call her attention to something more urgent: surviving. So she pushes this secret crush and longing to the back of her mind and occupies her mind with her new job.Now she is sitting anxiously in Mr. Powell’s o
The maid leads Mia into an office on the third floor and asks her to wait there.Mia sits uneasily on a beige sofa and takes in the room which the maid said is Mrs. Powll’s office.The room is bigger than the flat she and Calvin share, almost twice the size. Sunlight floods in through the window, pink and blue hydrangeas blossom in a beautiful vase, and art pieces hang on the wall. Mrs. Powell actually has a good taste in art.A picture frame that stands on the side table catches Mia’s attention. In that photo, two women with the same blonde hair and green eyes hug each other tightly, and their faces light up with smiles.Mia walks towards it and peers at it closely. One of them is Mrs. Powell. She looks so much younger, probably in her 20s. The big smile on her face is carefree and full of innocence. She is pretty, but her good looks are eclipsed by the other woman, whose breathtaking beauty draws people in like magic. Her golden hair cascades down her back in luscious waves, her eye
Looking at the tree-lined street through the window, Mia is overwhelmed with joy and disbelief. She and Calvin are going to live in this bright and spacious two-bedroom apartment in Park Slope rent-fee. Rent-free!“Do you like it?” Susie approaches Mia with a big smile.“Yes, very much. I’m speechless right now.” It is true. It is the best apartment she and her family have lived in.“Thank you so much for recommending me,” Mia says gratefully.“You can buy me a cup of coffee another day.” Susie chuckles.“A cup of coffee won’t be enough to express my gratitude.”“Don’t exaggerate. I just put in a good word for you. Girls help girls.” Susie winks.“You’ve been so kind to me, Susie. I’m so glad you are my mentor.”“I’m glad too. I have to go and pick up my niece. I’ve left the keys on the dining table. See you at the party tomorrow.”“Thank you so much, Susie.” Susie gives Mia a warm hug and walks out of the apartment.Now all alone by herself, Mia sits on the big and comfy sofa in the
The Powell Mansion is lit up in the dark night. Well-known public figures emerge from the expensive cars that pull over in front of the mansion, causing traffic congestion in the area. The street is swarmed with society reporters wishing to take snapshots of socialites, business tycoons, and politicians.Standing behind Mr. Powell at the main entrance of the mansion, Mia is nervous as hell. She had never attended parties like this. As if sensing her uneasiness, Susie gives her hand a gentle squeeze, and says, “you look gorgeous today.”Mia smiles back at Susie as a thank you. She is wearing the royal blue velvet dress purchased by Sophia. She never thought the mysterious item Sophia bought in that Williamsburg store was this dress. And she didn’t expect that Sophia bought it for her, either.A few days ago Mia was very anxious about what to wear for the party. She doesn’t own any nice dresses, especially not ones for grand occasions like this. She didn’t want to embarrass herself with
Mia’s heart skips a beat when Chris’s name is called. She quickly turns her head towards the door, but only gets a glimpse of his back. Oh no. He must have misunderstood what he has seen.Standing up in a hurry, she wants to catch up with Chris and explains to him. But Anderson catches her arm. “Mia,” Anderson whispers with hesitation on his face, “Don’t go.”“I have to go,” she breaks loose of Anderson’s hand, and runs towards the door before he could say anything.Chris is walking in long strides toward the end of the hallway which leads to the stairs. He walks too fast, and her heels are not helping at all.“Chris,” Mia calls in a breathless voice. She finally catches up with him before he descends the stairs.“Let me explain.”“Explain what, Mia? ” Chris’s voice and looks are as cold as ice. It makes Mia’s heart freeze.“Anderson is just a friend. Nothing happens between us.”“Mia, you don’t owe me an explanation. You are free to date anyone.”“I’m not dating him. My heart is take
Chris drives silently all the way to his penthouse in Wayne Tower. The air in the car is charged with sexual tension. He could sense Mia’s nervousness. She is shifting uneasily on the passenger seat.Now they are riding the elevator alone. Just the two of them. Chris pulls Mia closer to him, letting her feel his erection, his want. He hears Mia gasp and watches the deep crimson on her face. He lets her know that he wants her. He wants her so bad. He wants wild sex with her to chase the pain away.The minute he closes the door of his penthouse behind them, his lips crush Mia’s in a hungry and demanding kiss. Mia voluntarily parts her lips, granting him access to her mouth more than willingly. His tongue desperately finds hers, stroking hers. His hand slides into her hair and pulls her closer so that he could kiss her exactly the way he wants: possess her, own her, mark her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss, Mia stands on tiptoe and wraps her arms around his neck. He moves his
Six Months Later Chris takes a seat in the corner of the visiting room of Hudson Correctional Facility, waiting for his father to be brought up to him. His father has been sentenced to 10 years for bribing a federal judge in addition to some other economic crimes. The empire he built from scratch with his mother almost toppled overnight with his conviction together with Anthony’s. Not wanting his mother’s work to go to waste, he helped Anderson get through the most difficult time. Now Anderson is leading the company with Chris as the biggest shareholder. Anthony got what he deserves the most. Life imprisonment in a maximum-security prison for kidnapping, multiple rapes, and murder of a victim’s brother. The last count of conviction surprised almost everyone and helped put Anthony in prison for good. He is going to rot in prison and Chris doesn’t plan for him to enjoy the prison too much. He has made sure that Anthony would be “well taken care of” in that Wisconsin facility. After
The long hallway is dim and quiet without a single soul in sight. Mia walks in the hallway cautiously, wary of any movement. After a few minutes, she finally reaches the elevator hall. Pressing the down button, she waits for the lift to arrive on her floor. She steps into the elevator when the door opens, without giving much thought to the man standing in it with his back on her. At the exact moment, the elevator door closes, fear grips her heart, and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. She pushes the open button furiously but it doesn’t work. “Got you!” A familiar and sinister voice sounds behind her. A cold ugly hand comes from behind and drags her to the corner.Mia tries to scream, but no sound comes out as if she is mute. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She feels so helpless. The man is too strong to fight off. “This time you are not gonna get away. I’m gonna make you pay!” the man whispers gruffly, his one hand starting to tear her clothes from her. No, no, n
“The tracker has been installed in your watch. They will search your body and probably will make you take it off. But it’s worth a try.” Agent Thomson who is in plainclothes says calmly, handing Chris his watch. Chris nods absentmindedly. All he could think about right now is Mia. He squeezes his eyes shut and doesn’t dare to think about what she is suffering now. It is all his fault. He only brings her pain and misfortune. First her sister, now her. He is going to let that son of bitch really pay. “The call clearly requires you to go alone. We’ll tail you but keep a safe distance so that Anthony won’t cash in his promise.” Thomson continues. “I get it. I only want her safe and sound even if it's at the price of my life.” Chris says solemnly, thinking of Anthony’s threat. “Come alone. I know you have called the police. But if I see any sign of police showing up when you come, I’ll shred her into pieces, believe me or not.” Anthony warned when he called this morning at 6 am. Chr
“What the hell are you talking about, Tara?” Chris snarls, anger simmering in his eyes. He pushes her off of him and steps back to put distance between them. Tara stumbles onto the desk, hurt written over her face. “You said you have something concerning Anthony that you want to talk with me about. But instead, you are putting on this little show and saying nonsense. What is wrong with you?” Chris waves his hands in frustration. “I…I just want to be with you. I love you.” Tara mutters, tears starting welling up in her eyes. “Don’t you get it that nothing is going to happen between us? I love Mia. As I said to you before, you will always be my friend. But don’t make me end our friendship because I won’t hesitate if you make another advance.” Chris threatens. “But that is not what you said to me when you had that mental breakdown. You said I was the only one who truly understood you. You said you love me.” Tara cries out in desperation. Heaving a sigh, Chris runs his hand down his
Mia stands in front of the mirror and does the last check of her light makeup. Everything looks perfect. She is ready to go downstairs. An arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer to the owner of a strong body that screams masculinity and sexiness behind her. Chris buries his face in her bare shoulder, nipping at her slightly, sending a shiver down her spine. “You look breathtaking,” he mumbles while continuing to suck the sensitive spot between her neck and the collarbone. Mia bites her lips hard to stifle a moan. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she manages to say breathily, peering from the corner of her eyes at him. He wears an expensive tailored black suit that fits him nicely, showcasing his muscles and long legs. “Like what you see?” his lips pull into a mischievous smirk. Blood rushes to Mia’s cheeks. Chris presses his body tightly against her, letting her feel his hardness poking at her bottom. One of his hands slides up to squeeze her breast underneath the thin
Lily enters the study with her usual elegance, the only thing changing is her attitude. She acts less haughty. She sits down crossing her legs in the chair facing Chris, who sits behind the heavy oak desk with an unreadable expression. She takes out a small black object from her white Chanel bag. Squinting her eyes, Mia recognizes it as a flash drive. Lily stares at the flash drive in her hand, hesitating to hand it out. Looking up, she gazes into Chris who stares at her with a pair of cold eyes. “Here is what you want,” she slides the flash drive to Chris’ side. With a gesture from Chris, Jack grabs the flash drive and disappears from the room. “I’ve done what you demanded. You must honor your promise.” Lily says, straightening her shoulders. “Usually I’m a man of words,” Chris says, his lips curling up into a smirk. “But we still have things unsettled, Casey.” Lily’s lips twitch, and her expression changes into shock. She tries to move her lips but nothing comes out of her
Drumming his fingers on the desk, Chris presses his lips and reads the document in his hand carefully. “So what do you think?” Tara asks in anticipation. “Has our legal team given it a green light?” Chris raises his head from the document. “Yes, they looked into the open letter and the list of newspapers and their contacts. They okayed it yesterday. We can send the open letter to the newspapers in the afternoon. ” Tara says. “Put the plan on hold until I give it a go.” Chris pinches the bridge of his nose. “So what are we waiting for? Everything is ready.” Tara says, looking confused. “Waiting for a lethal secret,” Chris says. “What?” Tara sounds even more confused. Mia knocks on the door lightly, “Am I interrupting?” “Not at all, come in, Mia,” Chris lights up at her. “I thought you guys might need a cool refresher,” Mia says, putting two cups of iced coffee on the desk. “Right on time, thank you, beautiful,” Chris beams and grabs her hand for a kiss. Mia smiles and sits b
“Good morning, pretty,” Chris’ husky voice sounds near her ear, his breaths fanning on her neck, making her body tingly. “Morning, Mr. Sexy,” Mia turns to face her, stretching her body lazily. “I have good news for you,” Chris raises himself up on one elbow. The other arm pulls her closer to his naked torso. “What is it?” Mia’s curiosity is piqued, distracting her from Chris’ tempting hard chest and bulging muscles. “Kimberly is in,” Chris grins.“Really?” Mia says with excitement.“And here is more, she wants to write an open letter with Ruby.” Mia screams with delight. “Schuh, little monster, you are waking up our neighbor,” Chris teases. “That is so far better than I thought. I thought she was going to reject joining us.” Mia beams. “She said you and Ruby gave her courage, especially your promise on my behalf.” “Are you mad that I made a promise without telling you and acquired your consent first?” “Not at all. You did the right thing, my smart, beautiful, sexy girlfriend
The meeting with Kimberly is set in the floral shop she owns in lower Manhattan.Chris doesn’t like the idea of Mia being involved in the plan, but he sees how much Ruby trusts Mia and how clever her plan is. He gives his approval of her involvement with one condition: She will have bodyguards around her whenever she is out of his sight. Mia thinks it is a little dramatic but agrees to make him feel better. So there she is. In the small floral shop with Ruby. The three buffy bodyguards headed by John in dark suits standing by her side make the shop even smaller. Kimberly is a blonde with a supermodel’s body and a Hollywood actress’ face. She makes Mia wonder if all his ex-girlfriends are as gorgeous as her. After getting to know each other, Kimberly guides them to sit at the table in the corner of the shop. The bodyguards stand by the door, guarding the shop and sending an intimidating aura. “Oh my, they are going to scare my customers away,” Kimberly jokes. “I’m sorry,” Mia win