CHAPTER 5
Eva’s POV My Jaw dropped when a jet black limited edition range rover parked in front of Stacy’s apartment building. My heart was pounding, almost out of my chest. This is really my work car? A man dressed in a burgundy suit carried my bags into the boot and opened the door for me. Such chivalry, this must be how princesses feel. I stepped into the car and snuggled into the fine leather seat. The car’s fragrance was balsamic and rich. As we drove to the manor, The trip was soothing, the SUV glided along the streets, each passing one fancier than the last. Until it finally clicked. I know this route. This is the way to that girl’s house I saved! Oh my goodness, Did I save my Boss’s daughter? No, she’s too grown for him to have had her. Could be his little sister. And I was right. It was the same impressive gate I saw last month that opened up as we rolled in. My eyes widened in awe. The mansion is nothing I could have ever imagined. The architecture and luxury touches. Exotic trees and saffron gardens decorated the compound. This mansion is very deserving to house a billionaire. I was later escorted to my wing. It was a mini modern decor penthouse with two maids assigned to it. “Good morning Miss Knox, we are your attendants during your stay in the Tempest manor. Our contact details are on your desk, call us if you need anything.” The first one said, She was dressed in a green uniform and looked around my age. The other woman who was much older looked elsewhere. “Good morning, You can just call me Eva” I wasn't one for formalities. “What are your names?” The first lady looked startled before answering. “My name is Melody ma’am, This is Eunice.” “It was a pleasure meeting you.” I said with a smile. I jumped into my pink queen size bed. This bed is mine. Not filled with Jace’s oakwood cologne, Stacy’s lavender mist or the odor of rotten food from the children’s home I lived in. This bed would have my scent. I arranged my clothes into the massive closet when I hung the gown I wore for the interview. The day I met him. Mr Sterling Tempest. I thought the CEO would be some old man in his 60’s not a literal supermodel. He literally towers my 5 foot 4 frame and has a body sculpted by Aphrodite herself with his luscious black hair and deep brown eyes. I can’t imagine anyone concentrating around him. Heck how am I going to focus around him? Eva snap out of it. This is your big break. You can’t be lusting over your boss. Although he has such a cold countenance. His deep voice sends shivers down my spine. Even before the other terms he laid out, I have absolutely no plans to be in a relationship after the shipwreck I’m going through, so no thank you. I got out of my old clothes when I saw a sundress laid out for me with a note beside it. In elegant cursive, it read “Wear this” Could this be from my boss? I wore it and it fit like a glove. The velvet fabric hugged my curves nicely. The night crept swiftly when I spent the rest of the day acquainting myself with the firms and sub companies under the Neo Tempest Empire. Operations are moving smoothly but I spotted a pattern that seemed to undermine the distribution channel. I made a quick mental note of it. Upon completing my tasks for the day, I heard a gentle knock on the door. “Miss Knox, your dinner is ready” Oh my gosh, They cook for me too! I went down the long spiral stairs to see a whole dinner table filled with Mexican cuisines. As I pulled out a chair to sit when I heard harsh footsteps approaching. Out of door came a gorgeous woman with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. There was an air to her I couldn’t put my finger on. I parted my lips to speak when she shot me a death glare before turning to the maids. “Who is this?” she asked Melody. “She is the Master’s Senior Assistant, madam,” Melody replied. Her eyes scanned my body from top to bottom. The absolute nerve. “Eunice, take my food upstairs, I don’t want to eat with Sterling’s staff.” the woman sneered. Okay… she makes it sound like I’m a low-life. Eunice bowed her head and trollied a cart that had her dinner. “Or who knows what she’s truly here for… I wouldn’t want a whore to mingle with an aristocracy as dignified as Sterling.” I literally almost choked on my food. Who does this woman think she is? “Look ma’am I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to talk to me that way.” I shot back. I stood from my seat glaring at her. I’ve had enough of people talking down on me. “Oh my goodness, she talks back. Look at the pitiful woman with no name talking to a Leroux with such no tact.” the woman chuckled. Suddenly she raised an eyebrow observing my black Opal bracelet. Her lips pursued in disgust. “You haven’t spent up to a day here and yet you steal-” In a split moment my blood began to boil. My hands were moments away from her face when I heard a thunderous voice. “Amber, that’s enough!” I turned to the dining hall entrance. There he stood with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, water from the shower glistening his chest as it pulsed with rage. My billionaire CEO Mr Sterling Tempest.CHAPTER 1Eva’s POV“Eva wait! Come back, I can explain!”I covered my ears while dashing towards the door. I had listened to Jace’s lies long enough. Everything was a blur but luckily, I could grab my suitcase and fill it with essentials. Just enough to leave this toxic mess of a relationship.“Eva she was trying to seduce me, you gotta believe me.”Jace said while buttoning his shirt. His jeans hung loosely on his waist. If looks could kill, my glare would send him 6 feet under. This wasn’t our first rodeo. I thought Jace and I could make it work. After months of couple’s therapy, vacations and getting a pet dog. After everything.“Get out of my way you piece of shit”I said while holding back tears. I made my way to the living room. The frames of us together on a fishing trip tugged my heart. At the end of the day, bags in my hands and a heavy heart -I was disposable. I heard the back door slam shut. Seeing as Jace and I were the only ones here, Melody had scurried out like a wet m
CHAPTER 2The engine of my car revved as I charged straight at the delinquents. My headlights flashed at them and in seconds they scattered like flies. In a swift turn, I drifted at the curve barely missing the white minivan parked at the other side of the street. One of the masked thugs clenched the girl’s arm to keep her put. He had a dragon tattoo on his forearm and spoke in Greek to his accomplices. I pulled down the windows of the passenger’s seat and pointed my Jennings J 22 rifle straight to his forehead. His face was drained of blood as he stood frozen like a deer in headlights.“Come on, get in!” I screamed while kicking the passenger door open. The girl broke free from the man’s hold and ran into my car. The moment her legs were in, I stepped on the gas and sped off. The men swore in profanity behind me and threw their weapons, but I was way past their target range.“Are you okay? Did-d they touch you?”She vehemently shook her head “no”. The wave of wet clothes and faint va
CHAPTER 3 You would think that after years of working late hours without overtime, creating innovative ideas for the brand and cleaning up all the dirt of the business, you could keep your job despite interpersonal relationship issues. But no, I’m storming into Madame Christine’s office with the last shred of dignity I have, to demand an explanation. I take a deep breath. As the elevator ascended to the top floor, the memories of when I first started this job began seeping in. I was a nerve wreck. 19-year-old me was balancing the folders of sketches, mood boards and portfolios right in front of her. My outfit was barely impressive, definitely not “couture”. However, Madame Christine peered into my cut-out pages, looked at me with stern eyes and muttered “potential” We never had the fondest of relationships. Very firm responses and reviews, a slight chuckle here and there. My relationship with Jace wasn’t a topic of conversation. So why would she dro
CHAPTER 4Sterling’s POVI can’t believe I was forced to do this. A real man gets the job done by himself with no help needed whatsoever. I look at the corner of my desk and wince at the doctor’s report. My mother got so worried about my blood pressure results that she emotionally blackmailed me to get a personal assistant. The last time I had any sort of clerical help, the man passed out from exhaustion after a week. I don’t need anyone slowing down my progress but unfortunately…It can’t be helped.“Sir it’s time to interview the shortlist of applicants.” The head of Human resources tells me. I slip on my jet black suit and look at my watch. 9:00 am. What a perfect use of the morning.The first applicant was an average man with clothes too tight to fit, He huffed and puffed about his achievements but nothing truly worthwhile. To end the noise, I wrote down his score and told him to invite the next person. The next applicant must have lost her way because she dresse
CHAPTER 5Eva’s POVMy Jaw dropped when a jet black limited edition range rover parked in front of Stacy’s apartment building. My heart was pounding, almost out of my chest. This is really my work car? A man dressed in a burgundy suit carried my bags into the boot and opened the door for me. Such chivalry, this must be how princesses feel. I stepped into the car and snuggled into the fine leather seat. The car’s fragrance was balsamic and rich.As we drove to the manor, The trip was soothing, the SUV glided along the streets, each passing one fancier than the last.Until it finally clicked. I know this route. This is the way to that girl’s house I saved!Oh my goodness, Did I save my Boss’s daughter? No, she’s too grown for him to have had her. Could be his little sister.And I was right. It was the same impressive gate I saw last month that opened up as we rolled in. My eyes widened in awe. The mansion is nothing I could have ever imagined. The architecture and luxury touches. Exoti
CHAPTER 4Sterling’s POVI can’t believe I was forced to do this. A real man gets the job done by himself with no help needed whatsoever. I look at the corner of my desk and wince at the doctor’s report. My mother got so worried about my blood pressure results that she emotionally blackmailed me to get a personal assistant. The last time I had any sort of clerical help, the man passed out from exhaustion after a week. I don’t need anyone slowing down my progress but unfortunately…It can’t be helped.“Sir it’s time to interview the shortlist of applicants.” The head of Human resources tells me. I slip on my jet black suit and look at my watch. 9:00 am. What a perfect use of the morning.The first applicant was an average man with clothes too tight to fit, He huffed and puffed about his achievements but nothing truly worthwhile. To end the noise, I wrote down his score and told him to invite the next person. The next applicant must have lost her way because she dresse
CHAPTER 3 You would think that after years of working late hours without overtime, creating innovative ideas for the brand and cleaning up all the dirt of the business, you could keep your job despite interpersonal relationship issues. But no, I’m storming into Madame Christine’s office with the last shred of dignity I have, to demand an explanation. I take a deep breath. As the elevator ascended to the top floor, the memories of when I first started this job began seeping in. I was a nerve wreck. 19-year-old me was balancing the folders of sketches, mood boards and portfolios right in front of her. My outfit was barely impressive, definitely not “couture”. However, Madame Christine peered into my cut-out pages, looked at me with stern eyes and muttered “potential” We never had the fondest of relationships. Very firm responses and reviews, a slight chuckle here and there. My relationship with Jace wasn’t a topic of conversation. So why would she dro
CHAPTER 2The engine of my car revved as I charged straight at the delinquents. My headlights flashed at them and in seconds they scattered like flies. In a swift turn, I drifted at the curve barely missing the white minivan parked at the other side of the street. One of the masked thugs clenched the girl’s arm to keep her put. He had a dragon tattoo on his forearm and spoke in Greek to his accomplices. I pulled down the windows of the passenger’s seat and pointed my Jennings J 22 rifle straight to his forehead. His face was drained of blood as he stood frozen like a deer in headlights.“Come on, get in!” I screamed while kicking the passenger door open. The girl broke free from the man’s hold and ran into my car. The moment her legs were in, I stepped on the gas and sped off. The men swore in profanity behind me and threw their weapons, but I was way past their target range.“Are you okay? Did-d they touch you?”She vehemently shook her head “no”. The wave of wet clothes and faint va
CHAPTER 1Eva’s POV“Eva wait! Come back, I can explain!”I covered my ears while dashing towards the door. I had listened to Jace’s lies long enough. Everything was a blur but luckily, I could grab my suitcase and fill it with essentials. Just enough to leave this toxic mess of a relationship.“Eva she was trying to seduce me, you gotta believe me.”Jace said while buttoning his shirt. His jeans hung loosely on his waist. If looks could kill, my glare would send him 6 feet under. This wasn’t our first rodeo. I thought Jace and I could make it work. After months of couple’s therapy, vacations and getting a pet dog. After everything.“Get out of my way you piece of shit”I said while holding back tears. I made my way to the living room. The frames of us together on a fishing trip tugged my heart. At the end of the day, bags in my hands and a heavy heart -I was disposable. I heard the back door slam shut. Seeing as Jace and I were the only ones here, Melody had scurried out like a wet m