Narrator’s POVElena! Please wake up. A voice called out to her in her sleep, and she groaned tiredly. She wasn’t ready to wake up any time soon, and who ever was calling her right now was actually disrupting he peaceful sleep.Go Away! She managed to say slowly without opening her eyes, and Amelia groaned in annoyance. You have to wake up now Elena, else you'd miss your interview. Amelia told her in a serious tone, but Elena only groaned and turned away from her. I have no interview to attend, so please let me sleep. She replied through a groan and Amelia sighed in distress. You have a fucking interview to attend this morning dummy, and if you don’t wake up right now, I will have to use another technique. Amelia threatened in a no nonsense tone, but Elena simply ignored her and continued sleeping.Without another word, Amelia went into the fridge and took a can of chilled water, and walked back to the bed with a serious look on her face. Elena, I am afraid that if you don’t wake
Elena’s POVI hadn’t really expected Mark to be nice to me here, knowing fully well that I had ignored him totally that night, but he was being overly nice and sweet as though we have been friends for ages, and I suddenly felt guilty for acting that way on that unfortunate night. Well seems like I got what I deserved, because on the same night, I had the most embarrassing experience of my life, and yet he didn’t seem ready to question me about what had transpired that might, between their boss and I, and I was totally grateful about that, because I had no excuse cooked up for that night. As he chatted heartily about his wishes that I would be employed so that we could get to hang out together, my eyes swept to the guy from earlier. He held an unreadable look on his face, but his eyes seemed hold a strong warning, which I realized was directed to Mark; and just as I have guessed, Mark looked at him and suddenly fell silent which was very suspicious. I stared at him for a long time
Elena’s POVEvery bottled up feelings of pain resurfaced immediately the call ended, and all I could do was lie helplessly there, only able to shed tears of pains. A knock came on my door briefly afterwards, and knowing who the person was, I quickly wiped off my tears, and masked my face with a wide smile as I awaited the person on the other side. Elena, are you ok? You are taking decades to come out of your room, the food is getting cold. She said from the other side of the room, and I quickly went for the door. I’m perfectly fine, just trying to fix my things. I replied her as soon as I opened the door, and thankfully, my smile didn’t weaver. She cast me a suspicious glance as I smiled widely, and walked out of the room with me leading the way to the table. Sure you are ok? You seem pretty off to me. Well, typical Amelia, always very observant. I quickly masked my face with another smile and turned to look at her. I’m fine Elena, just that I feel a little sad about all that
Elena’s POVA long silence settled among us, well let me rephrase that, he returned to what ever the hell he was doing with his laptop and left me standing there like an idiot. Stupid rotten beast, I will so feed your soul to the birds of the air and make sure that……..Why are you still standing there glaring at me? He suddenly asked, and that brought me back from my dream land, he must have caught me staring when I was cursing him deep down. I don’t know what to do, sir. I said the last part with a note of mockery which I am guessing he noticed, because he glared at me for a short while. Then stand there and do nothing. I’m sorry, what? I asked in disbelief, but he gave me a mouth shutting look, and I instantly went numb, and watched him continue with whatever he was doing. Surprisingly, I stood there watching him for some minutes, watching him ignore my presence totally as he went on with whatever he was doing. My temper started rising while I kept trying to subdue it with the t
Elena’s POVThat idiot has got some nerves huh? I couldn’t help the feeling of anger that passed through me, but I couldn’t quite identify if it was from the fact that he had commanded me to stop where I was, or from the fact that I actually obeyed and stopped walking. Ok baby bear, calm down and turn around, he is your boss and we aren’t planning on losing this pay check too. Slowly, I turned to face the monster seated behind his table, with two buttons from his black shirt left unbuttoned, show casing a little part of the what ever design of tattoo on his chest, and the ear ring on his ear. Looking closer at him right now, there is no doubt at all, my boss is smoking hot with a whole bad guy look. Fuck, where the hell did that come from? I was not supposed to be gloating him, but right now, I am doing more than gloat, I am practically almost licking his ego. Ok, that was a bit exaggerated, but who cares. Yes, Sir, may I help you with something else? I asked softly despite my inne
Elena’s POVSo tell me about yourself Elena. He said while eating still and I involuntarily took a deep breath. This is one topic I hate to talk about, and I am not planning to start telling this total stranger anything about me. I smiled at him as I took another bite from my snack.There is nothing interesting about me Damian, I better not bore you with my stupid and boring story. Your story can never be boring, I want to hear it. He smiled flirting. Why don’t you tell me about yourself instead? I said Immediately after with a charming smile which I was sure he couldn’t resist, and yeah he opened up to me. I am Damian Prinkstone, the only son of the Prinkstone's, and the sole heir to the second most riches company in the world, after Vincent’s of course. He said and I gasped in surprise. Your kidding. I said in disbelief and he nodded.Yes I am. He said and we had a good laugh on that. After we were done laughing, he smiled and told me.Ok, I might have over exaggerated, I am jus
Elena’s POVI woke up to the ray of sunlight on my face, and I groaned in discomfort. I thought I had closed those windows before going to bed last night. I thought and with my left hand, I dragged a pillow and covered my face with it, but the pillow was dragged off my face immediately. Wake up sleepy head, you are going to be late for work. I heard someone yell, and I groaned again.Go away! I cried still with my eyes shut tight, and I heard the person sigh. Of course I will leave you to rest, I just wanted to tell you that it’s 6:37 already. She said and probably left, because I heard the door shut, and I turned around to continue my sleep. Her words suddenly began to echo in my head, “You will be late”, “Its 6:37 already”. Why was she telling me all those? I found my self wondering in my sleeping state, and then like a bell, it occurred to me, and I remembered all about my new job, I opened my eyes and jumped off the bed rushing into the bathroom. Fuck, I am going to be late. I
Elena's POVIt certainly is not everyday that your ass of a boss tells you to come closer after you had practically bathed him with hot coffee, so no one should blame me for feeling this scared.I stood there unable to move. I needed to be sure that I heard him correctly, and when he looked up again to look at me, I didn’t need any other person to make me know that he wasn’t joking. Why are my afraid again? I asked myself deeply. This morning, I had planned to return his aggression with one of my own, and now am here practically afraid to take a few steps closer to where he was sitting. Terrific. That’s possibly because you spilled hot coffee on him. My inner mind whispered, and I blotted it out. Taking a deep breath, I took three steps closer to him, and was only few steps away from his table. He looked at me as though I was stupid, before he waved me over with a cold look on his face. Don’t be afraid of him Elena, he can never be as scary as your father, and yet you stoo
Narrator’s POVThe couples were still caught up in their wheel of passion that every other thing around them became a memory, fast fading away and the reality was just their lips working through each others. He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, his body pressed against hers. The world blurred, reduced to the maddening sensation of his lips claiming hers. She hated herself for the way her hands tangled in his shirt, for the way she gave in, even for a moment, to the raw need in his touch.Finally, with a surge of willpower, she broke free, pushing her head back to break the kiss."This isn't right," she said, her voice trembling but resolute, but then his lips met the hallow of her neck and she gasped. He kissed, sucked and nibbled the softness of her neck. Elena began to tremble uncontrollably from raw need. She unconsciously moved her head backwards to give his lips more space to continue his righteous torture on her. Elena knew this shouldn’t be happening, but the more she t
Narrator’s POV The two sat opposite each other chatting as though they had been friends for years. Elena felt strangely comfortable with Eric that she almost forgot that this was a revenge plan. “So tell me Lena, can I call you that?” He asked with a calm smile. Elena nodded in response. “What brings you to Paris?” Elena smiled cutely. “Business, I am on a business trip with my boss.” She responded. His eyes widened in surprise. “Really, does that mean you are not staying, I was hoping to buy you dinner tonight, you can at least make it right?” “She will not be available.” Someone said behind them right before Elena could get the chance to reply him. Elena didn’t need to turn to know it was Vincent and so she didn’t turn, she only stared ahead and then back at Eric who was now looking at her questioningly as Vincent came to stand with them. “Sorry who….?” “He's my boss.” Elena replied shortly, cutting Eric’s intended question to a stop. Again he looked very surprise. “Its
Elena’s POVThe meeting with the Mandel executives had ended well. They signed in with our company, which seemed to be a huge success because even though Vincent refused to show it, he was very glad.I watched him with a little smile as he shook hands with the executives, promising them that they would not regret signing in with the company. His mood seemed to lighten throughout the way as we made our way back to where our car was packed. I was deeply tempted to taunt him about the smile on his face that he kept trying to hide, but I decided against it.He seemed to be in a good mood, and it probably was the best time to question him about how I ended up in his room last night. I wanted to know if it was a dream that he had slept beside me, or was it a reality. The thought itself somehow excited me, but believing me there is no way I am accepting that conclusion. Your mom’s surgery is going to happen today. He said out of the blues, and my eyes widened.I thought it was supposed to
Narrator’s POV Duello opened the door for him and he carried her into the suit with a deep frown on his face. He had achieved completely nothing tonight and it was pissing him off, but somehow having her in his arms helped drive his rage away. He took her to his own room and laid her on the bed while watching her sleep. She was complaining way too much, and suddenly she fell into a faint-like sleep. He knew she must have been scared, and suddenly he felt sorry for leaving the way he did. He watched her calmly with a little smile on his face at how beautiful and cute she looked while sleeping like a baby. He hated himself for how he was slowly feeling for her, but he knew he couldn’t control the feeling because he was already in too deep. Taking a deep breath, he pecked her forehead, and then left the room to meet Duello at the living room where he stood waiting for him. Sir the manager had provided another suit for her. He said immediately as soon as his boss came into view, bu
Narrator’s POV The food was soon delivered to her, and even as she ate she couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that kept crowding her mind, and soon she was brooding, but it never stopped her from enjoying her food at all. Once she was done eating, she found herself staring at his door from time to time, hoping that he would step out and smile at her like he used to, but he never did. She was about to step back into her room when his door suddenly opened, and he stepped out looking so dashingly hot. It took all her will power not to drool at him, and instead she turned away from him almost immediately and headed for her room as though she was not looking out for him some minutes ago. He barely spared her a glance before he walked over to the door and stepped out without talking to her, and that was when she paused. Was he actually ignoring her? She wondered sadly as she glanced after his retreating self, and sighed deeply. Deciding not to think about his actions, she went to wat
Narrator’s POVElena, wake up! She heard a voice call her softly followed by a little tap on her shoulder, and she slowly opened her eyes to see her boss/fake boyfriend staring down at her with an unreadable expression. Are you awake now? He asked and she blinked twice before nodding. He nodded as well and then moved away from her, only to stand up and began to walk away. She sat there confused, trying to understand what exactly was going on until her eyes went outside the window, and only then did she understand that they had arrived. The jerk couldn’t just tell me that, could he? She mused and grumpily stood up and followed his retreating back out of the plane only to see that he wasn’t at the foot of the plane waiting for her. She was getting very annoyed at his recent behavior until she saw a figure coming her way, and a middle aged man dressed in a black suit walked to her and bowed. Bienvenue à Paris madame, j'espère que votre voyage a été agréable. He said while still bowi
Narrator’s POV Then get him to marry you! His words kept echoing in her head, as she found herself unable to make any other movements. Slowly, she turned to face the man who was staring at her with a cold look on his face even though his mouth was pulled into a grin which didn’t quite lighten his face at all. Determined not to let the man ride or intimidate her, she gave him a fake smile which was so obvious that the man’s eye widened a bit at her expression. Well with all due respect sir, I know you mean well, but I had like to remind you that you really have no right over your son’s relationship, and we will decide to get married if we feel like and when we want. She told him in a voice that gave out completely nothing, and the man’s eye narrowed at her slightly. Even though he was troubled by her choice of words, he smiled at her boldness and nerves to talk back at him with no fear at all. Just a little number out of a huge number would even stand before him without shaking,
Narrator’s POVHe walked off without any fore warning, and she quickly went after him while consistently dragging down the shirt as she half ran after him. They made their way through the wide sitting room and out of the mansion which seemed all familiar too her. Butler Ken had immediately got to clean up the table as soon as they left, and she somewhat felt sorry for having the old man clean up her mess. He led her towards the car park where about six of his men were waiting for him, including Mark whose eyes widened in surprise on seeing her wearing his boss's shirt, but he quickly masked the surprise with a look of seriousness. Duello held the door to the choice black car Vincent had picked out of the thousands of other expensive looking cars, and she went in first as directed by him. As soon as she was sitted, he entered the car as well. They sat side by side, while Elena tried her best to focus on her breathing instead of the fact that their shoulders were touching from how c
Narrator's POVShe stared at him as though he had just vomited a load of rubbish, and then she scoffed. Please tell me you are joking. She said with a surprised expression on her face, but he only shrugged. It is either that or your life. He said in a low voice that sent chills through her, and she frowned at him. Was he really threatening her or what? She wondered with a frown directed at him but his face remained static. If I don't stay with her, where else could I possibly stay? She asked him in despair, and he didn't need any thinking process because the desired answer was in his brain. You can stay here until everything is resolved; I have many rooms in this mansion. He told her and even before he could complete the statement, she was already shaking her head in refusal. No, I can't stay with you. She told him firmly and he frowned. Maybe she was refusing because they fought. Hey Elena, this isn't anything we could take for granted. You not staying with me are completel