Taming Her Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

All movements ceased, as all heads turned to Nicki at the door. She was in the same dress she wore to his office in the morning. From the heavy rise and fall of her chest, it was obvious she rushed down there. Someone had tipped her. Lily stood beside her, the end of her lips turned up in a sneer. Their presence in the studio spelt doom for everyone present. Avery hid behind Michael, doing her all to steer clear of Nick's burning gaze. She wasn't sure if Michael would take her side, but it seemed like the smartest move she could come up with. Michael scrunched his brows at the two women, staring longer at Lily who clearly had no business with them in the studio. Originally, Nicki was the muse of the shoot, so her presence was not unwelcomed. 'What in the third heavens is Lily doing with Nicki?' he scowled. He knew all of Nicki's friends, and Lily was not one. Nicki was picky with her choice of friends. Her close companions were the richest of the rich. "I ask again, why was I

Avery regretted shaking hands with the devil. Michael made her life a living hell. For a week long, she could barely point at anything significant she did that was work related. It had been series of irrelevant errands; from serving coffee numerous times to photocopying documents she very well knew was Michael's scheme to wear her thin. He sometimes ordered her to dance sensually with one of the mannequins- and that, without musical accompaniment. Did she do it? Yes, she did. Anything for the pay check... The stroke that broke the camel's back was Michael eating her lunch, which was her only means of survival. He'd devour her lunch, leaving no bit in the thermos. He won't let her have a separate office too. He set up a desk and chair inside his commodious office and called it her office. 'Just perfect. Now, I have to get used to seeing the punk's face every day,' she'd mused. 'He won't let me breath and he won't let me have my own office!' It was lunch time again. Michael h

The rest of the day dragged on, suffocating Avery of space. To say she was pissed was putting it mildly. Thinking straight was out of the book, when Nicki made it clear that her arrival was far from being a social call. She'd come to dash all her hopes of having Michael against a rock. One time, she was on his lap, smoothing the lapel of his suit. Another time, they were laughing at some inside joke Avery was sure had everything to do with her. Releasing a sharp sigh, she tore her gaze from them and brought it to her desk. Her lunch- the same lunch Michael hijacked from her- stared back at her, cold and abandoned. Her appetite withered below the surface, buried beneath the weight of their mocking laughter and hushed remarks. "I know, right?!" She sealed the thermos tight and wrapped the half-eaten bread in the brown paper bag that had Adam's Delight boldly printed on it. "They're a pain in the ass. Jerks. Good riddance to bad nonsense." Dragging the lunch box from the corner o

Michael had been quiet for a reason- from the drive to the hall, through Nicki's verbal and emotional assaults on Avery. Whatever he said in Avery's favor would compound her problems, and he did not want her derided in a place she was scared to be in the first place. Initially, his master plan entailed making Avery jealous of Nicki, thereby, breaking her for his smooth entry. Everything was going on fine, until Nicki made an open show of embarrassing her. All hell finally broke loose when his past came knocking. Shawn Foxx is back! Shawn, Michael, and Pedro belonged to the same clique. They were friends-used to be- until tragedy struck. After the chaotic prom night that got tongues wagging and the headlines ringing, Shawn left Empire City without a scent. Together with Pedro, he went to Shawn's duplex after the incident to find out what happened. They ransacked every nook to get a trace of where he could have gone, but nothing gave him away, save a small note they found on the

It was not the loss of the award that pissed Michael off; he had enough to stuff a warehouse full to the brim. Nicki could harp about some foul play for all he cared. He was angry at Shawn for dragging Avery into his shit. Avery spat out the content in her mouth, as her eyes widened to the point of saucers. Michael's eyes locked with hers. From all indications, he caught her unawares. He pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and sent a short message to Pedro on iMessenger. "Shawn is back." It was a warning. Pedro would understand. He's smart, that's one trait he liked about Pedro. He always knew what to do. "What? Are you sure he's the one?" Pedro replied almost immediately. "Could be his clone or something." Michael felt Pedro's unease. He'd be pacing the length of his office by now. "I've gotta go now. I'll meet you and the boys later." "Sure. Shawn coming back to Empire City is bad news. I'll assemble the boys." Jaws clenched, Michael returned the phone into his