[R-16+ Ahead]
Arriving at the insurance company, Heather took a deep breath before stepping inside. The office was bustling with activity, caring less she approached the reception desk, clutching the documents tightly.
"Good morning. How can I help you?" the receptionist asked with a polite smile.
"Good morning," Heather replied, trying to sound confident. "I need to speak with someone about these insurance policies. They're under the names Heather Daniels and Arthur Daniels."
The receptionist nodded and directed her to a waiting area. Heather sat down, her nerves starting to settle. After a few minutes, an agent called her name and led her to a small office.
"Hello, Ms. Daniels. I'm Mr. Luke. How can I assist you today?" the agent asked as they settled into their chairs.
Heather handed over the documents. "I need to understand wha
Harris handed Eamon a thick file as the car drove out from the insurance company and into the bustling city streets."Sir, I've gathered all the information about Ms. Heather. Everything is in this file," he said, his voice professional and composed. "Also, your mother called. She said you should come home today."Eamon took the file, his expression unreadable behind his dark glasses. "Thank you, Harris," he replied, flipping open the file and skimming through its contents. "I'll deal with this later."He glanced out the window, watching people going around with their daily lives, though his mind was occupied with no other than Heather. "Make sure our men are all over and watching her without her knowledge.""Yes, sir," Harris replied.Eamon leaned back in his seat, removing his glasses. His green eyes, with their mysterious, swirling patterns, scanned t
After the incident at the insurance company, Heather stepped out of Eamon's car, her heart racing and her cheeks still flushed from the encounter with Eamon.She hailed a cab and quickly slipped into the back seat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts."Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked."Take me to 23 Francis Borough Street, please," she replied, giving him the address she shared with Camille.As the cab began to move, Heather couldn't help but replay her short, almost erotic moment with Eamon in her mind. She muttered words to herself, barely aware of what she was saying."Those eyes... God, those eyes," she whispered, staring out the window but seeing nothing. "How can someone have such intense eyes? It's like they see right through me."She shook her head, trying to clear the image of Eamon's piercing gaze from her thoughts which was abs
Immediately after entering the study, Heather kept her head down, the door behind her closing with a decisive thud.The sound echoed in the room, reinforcing the feeling that there was no escape. She was alone with the wealthy Adonis known as Eamon Rodge.Or perhaps it wasn't just her mindset—maybe Harris, who had closed the door, intended for her to feel that way.She took a deep breath and looked up, meeting Eamon's gaze.He was sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk, his piercing green eyes fixed on her. He removed his glasses slowly, placing them on the desk, and leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips."What brings you here, Ms. Heather?" Eamon asked, his voice smooth and calm.Heather swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. "I need your help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Heather stood in the vast study, her mind reeling with the implications of the deal she had just made with the Eamon Rodge.Just as she began to steady her breathing and calm her racing thoughts, the door opened again, and Harris entered, his footsteps echoing through the room.He carried a sleek black folder, its surface embossed with a subtle logo."Everything is ready, sir," Harris said, his voice efficient and detached, as he handed the folder to Eamon.Eamon nodded, taking the folder with an air of triumph, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.Flipping through the documents with a satisfied smile, his gaze lingered on each page, savoring the victory. "Good. Ms. Heather, sign these, and our marriage will be official."That was quick!Heather thought as she took the pen, her hands trembling like
"You made so many demands, how is Madam Eamon going to meet them?"Eamon's movements froze, his glass of wine suspended mid-air. "What did you call her?" he asked, his tone flat and even, but his eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement.Harris looked up at Eamon, whose sophisticated eyes now stared deep into his, as if searching for something."M... Madam Eamon," Harris stuttered, his eyes darting away.Eamon's face then broke into a desperate, childish smile, his eyes shining with an unsettling intensity."I'll triple your bonus this month and the next six months," he offered, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.Harris's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. This offer was too good to be true. It happened once in a NEVER!"As you say, Boss." He nodded hastily,
"It's beautiful."She breathed, her eyes fixed on the dress as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. But her reverie was shattered by the sound of Eamon's voice, his deep tones sending a shiver down her spine.She spun around, her heart racing like a wild animal, to find him standing in the study doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his bathrobe still wrapped around him like a shroud.His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on her, and Heather felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat."Control yourself, Heather," she whispered sternly, her eyes locked on his, as she struggled to rein in her traitorous body's response to his presence.But it was no use; her heart continued to race, her skin tingling with awareness, as he drew closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that left her breathless.
Heather stood frozen. She was shocked as well as utterly speechless. Her heart wqs still racing as a result of the wild currents of desire but, what was it with this harsh reality of his rejection? She couldn't even comprehend what had just transpired, she was confused and unsatisfied."Mr. Rodge, wait—" she began, but he turned on his heel, leaving her breathless and aching for more. The door clicked shut behind him, isolating her in the study, and thanks to the silence her own heartbeat was amplified.She took a shaky breath, trying to ground herself. The fabric of the dress lay before her, untouched, as if mocking her inability to focus. It was mocking her!‘Do not hit it or yell at it, Heather. It's just a dress,’ she reminded herself. Just a project. Good, it didn't have eyes to witness this moment, even if it is sort of a potential witness.After a moment, she returned to continue her work but her fingers were fumbling with the needle and thread, shaky and unsteady. Her mind
Marcus paced back and forth across the living room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening with every step. Heather stood by the window, her eyes filled with tears and frustration. The silence between them was thick, nearly suffocating."How could you, Heather?" Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "How could you do this to me?""Marcus, please, you have to listen to me," Heather pleaded, her voice cracking. "I didn't cheat on you. I never would. That picture—""Don't even start with that!" Marcus interrupted, his eyes flashing. "You think I'm stupid? I saw the picture. You were hugging him, Heather. My best friend!"Heather took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I know how it looks, but it's not what you think. I swear, I don't know how that picture got out there. Yes, we hugged, but it wasn't like that. He was comforting me because I was upset about something else entirely.""Comforting you? Really? That's the best you've got