All Chapters of Resisting You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nihara VittiYou wake up in a new house, in a new room, surrounded by new decor, a new vibe, and a new life that is starting here. You get up, still stretching, and walk over to the glass window. Likewise, you open the thick gray curtains, and the morning is gray on the tenth of August. Furthermore, you check the small bedside clock, and it reads five-fifteen in the morning. You smile with surprise as you notice that Leah has organized your intimate belongings in the appropriate places. How considerate.You double-check the time and realize that you still have plenty of time before you need to leave. You haven't discussed how schedules work at the company, whether they provide lunch or if you need to bring your own. So, to be safe, you decide to prepare something to take with you. You walk down the hallway, which is illuminated by two white colonial-style pendant lights, contrasting with the gray-toned walls adorned with various photos and paintings. The final touch is the modern yet

Tobias Bernstorff Harry asked to be dropped off at the agency's entrance just to get a taste of passing through the reception area and seeing the lovely and delicious receptionists, as he puts it. My partner and friend never misses an opportunity, and so far, neither of the two receptionists has given in to his charm, thanks to one of the company's rules: no dating among employees. It's a rule that I myself set, and my brother and Harry didn't agree with it at first, but I know how to impose what I want very well. "I don't know why you insist on this when you know the rules well. Just because you're one of the owners doesn't mean they'll risk going out with you. Stop wasting your time, idiot," I say as he gets out of the car and adjusts himself all charming in his suit. I park in the area reserved for the presidency, and before we get out of the car, Herrman brings up the topic of the car he asked for again. I'm trying to prolong this conversation until I feel he's ready for it, but

"So, how about we order a pizza?" Leandra gets up and takes her cell phone out of her purse. "What kind do you prefer, and what drink?" She heads for the kitchen with her cell phone in her hand, looking at a leaflet on the fridge door. "Four seasons, and please ask for extra cheese. I'll have Sprite to drink," I reply. "Are you taking it back?" Before I can answer her sudden question, her call is answered, and she signals me to wait with her index finger. When she's finished ordering, she gets up from the counter where she was sitting and walks over to me in the living room. "We didn't talk much about the trip. How was it?" I realize that she might not want to talk about it anymore, so I don't insist. "It wasn't bad at all," I immediately remember Tobias and laugh, which arouses her curiosity. "What's with that mischievous grin? May I ask?" "Nothing, I just remembered something." My sister intensifies her gaze, which makes me a bit nervous. "Okay, stop that, I'll tell you. After t

Tobias Bernstorf I'm working from home, and at the moment I'm meeting in a videoconference with some entrepreneurs who would like to sign a partnership with us.Once the meeting is over, Harry lets me know how the campaigns we have in hand are going and doesn't hide his pride at how well everything is going. "Hello, my love, come here," Sophie enters the office, with her clumsy gait. "Hi, my favorite niece." "Say hello to your uncle, sweetie," she surprisingly kisses the computer screen, and then gives a cute little smile. My friend's eyes light up with this gesture of affection, and I smile at her proudly and give a chaste kiss on her blonde head. "I can't wait for her to call me uncle." "Tob, can I come in?" Astrid asks, entering the office with a sad face. "We'll talk later, Harry." I end the video call. "Yes, my little butterfly, how are you? Are you still upset with me?" "No, I'm just sad about this situation. I don't feel comfortable being watched everywhere," she conf

Tobias Bernstorf "It can't be," he exclaims, examining me closely. I furrow my brow, confused. "Nihara?" "Sorry, do we know each other?" I genuinely didn't recognize him at first. He looks different from the man on the plane, thinner, with tired eyes and skin longing for some vitamin D from the sun. Angola's climate is also very different from the climate here, and he was coming from there, which might explain his tan that day. He extends his arm towards me, revealing the tiny scar on the outside of his hand. I widen my eyes in astonishment, get up, and move closer as if I need a closer look, trying to appear indifferent to the situation. I simply say, "Well, if it isn't the man who took my seat on the plane. What a small world." I run my fingers over the scar and then raise my gaze to his face again. "It's healed," I point out the obvious. "Your mark will stay with me forever," he gives a suggestive smile. "So, are you here with someone?" "Yes," I reply dryly without realizing it