Mrs. Thorne in the Making
Everybody just can't stop staring at this head-turner lady boss. Her appeal was over the top, and her long semi-sheer red puff-sleeve dress just added to her already oozing effect to the crowd.
Maeve Miller, was then, still oblivious to her surroundings. She was too busy wracking her brain in maintaining the stability of the very business her useless father had passed unto her.
If only her mother was still alive, MBC Bank and Finance would never be easily trampled on the ground like it is now.
She was busy studying and working her ass off overseas. Not caring a bit about her estranged Dad who had caused her mother's pain for years before she finally died.
The family lawyer from her mother's side was the one who took the initiative to contact her and disclose the pitiful state of the company. It is now on the verge of bankruptcy and currently on the line to be under the hands of the 'manipulator' in the city.
"Yeah, manipulator my ass." she hissed to herself as she saw September Thorne sitting comfortably on her swivel chair.
Irritation immediately crawled up into her as her brows furrowed before she entered the room to let her presence known.
"What are you doing here?" she asked her supposed to be 'guest'. She sounded rude but the hell she cares! This guy was the manipulator who had his eyes on the company her beloved mother worked hard for.
September rose up from her chair and signaled Falcon, who was silently standing by the door. The butler immediately left the office as per his order.
A playful smile immediately appeared on his face as he faced the poker-faced beauty in front of him.
"Hmm... what do you think?" he asked playfully.
Maeve can't seem to wrap her head around this guy. Everyone told her that this guy was dangerous, manipulative to be exact. But she can't see that scary guy but instead, all she can see was a flirty and pretentious man.
Just what does he want from her?
"I don't have time to play with you, Mr. Thorne," she said dismissively.
September held back the irritation since he knows that he needed to gather all the patience he could have to woo this girl.
"Then maybe you have time for lunch?" he insisted.
Maeve, losing her patience put down her bag on the leather couch before she took her time to walk towards him.
It was a normal stride, however, to September's point of view, Maeve's walk seems to be in slow motion. He can't help but to gasped as he realized once again how deeply infatuated he is with this woman.
"You know what Mr. Thorne?" Unconsciously, September gulped multiple times as his gaze fell towards Maeve's cold eyes.
"I really don't have any free time when it comes to you. Go find another pussy to bang. I'm not up for any hangouts with you, Mr. Manipulator." She said in a whisper type of voice. Their faces inches away from each other.
September hated how she looks so unaffected with their short of personal space while he, himself felt like his breath was being taken away.
Just what type of sorcery is this?!
"Why?" He asked huskily after a while, he finally succeeded in gathering his wits together and decided to take the upper hand in the conversation.
He took a step closer and held her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Their body against each other. But Maeve's facial expression didn't even shift a bit.
The corner of Maeve's rosy thin lips lifted into something near a smirk as she raised her hands and touched his hair. September felt the hair on his neck stood up upon contact.
"You see, Mr. Thorne. I'm not really interested in you, not with your money, your activities, or anything that involves you. I'm just really not into you." She said it so sweetly but then it caused a sharp hit on September's heart.
Right. The only woman he wanted doesn't want him back. How great is that?
"What do you exactly hate about me?" Maeve stifled a laugh after hearing his question before she used her right hand to push him away to get some comfortable distance.
"I hate everything about you. Especially that you're now eyeing my business? It just made me hate you more." She said as she crossed her arms while facing the guy who seems to be the nightmare of the city.
"Then, how should we change that?" He asked as he leaned back a bit to the table and crossed his arms challengingly as well.
"There's no changing that." She said with finality. But to her astonishment, September Thorne chuckled without humor before he stood up properly, inserted both of his hands inside his pockets as he leisurely walked towards her.
"Aww...too bad. You're already Mrs. Thorne on the making." He whispered to her ears before stealing a swift kiss on her cheeks.
Maeve's not one to dwell too much on that action. Staying overseas for years had long accustomed her to such actions. However, what bothered her was his words.
What Mrs. Thorne? Has he lost his mind?
"What do you mean?" She asked cautiously. She remembered how her mother's lawyer reminded her about this manipulator. And she doesn't have any intention of being manipulated.
Instead of answering, September displayed an overjoyed expression as he shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'who knows', before he left her office, completely bagging the victory.
Maeve watched September's car leave the building through the floor-ceiling window of her office.
She can't seem to shake off that nagging feeling that there's something with that asshole's words.
Mrs. Thorne?
There's no way she'll marry that jerk!
But just after that statement formed in her mind, her phone started ringing. She took a deep breath before answering her father's call.
"What is it?" She asked in an exasperated manner.
This old guy just never stops giving her problems. She's been long wondering what her mother loved about this useless bum.
"Free up your schedule on the twenty-third of the month." Mason Smith, her biological dad which she wishes wasn't, ordered.
"Why? My schedule was crammed with meetings for---"
"You're getting married." Her eyes widened. She shifted her phone from her left ear to the right.
"Just what the hell are you talking about?!" She yelled.
"You're getting married." He repeated which infuriated her even more.
"It's the only way to save the company." He added as if that would change everything.
Her eyes went back to the large window as she remembered September's words.
Mrs. Thorne in the making huh?
Kidnapping theManipulator"I won't do it. I'll save my mother's company without being under the mercy of that man," she said in a confident voice before she finally hangs up.As expected, that old man never fails to give her headaches every goddamn time!Just a few seconds after the call ended, her phone rang once again. She just gave it a short glance before tossing it on her chair after seeing the same caller.It rang a couple of times before it completely stopped. She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message.She grudgingly walked ba
Willing Victim"Weak," September can't help but chuckle as he watched Maeve busied herself speeding off while murmuring how incompetent his people are.Their speed was actually beyond the speed limit set in the city but who cares? His woman can do whatever she wanted."Your men are weak!" she exclaimed as she rested her back on her seat after realizing the distance she had with the others."How do you expect my guards to win over a drag racing champion?" Maeve just glanced at him before directing her attention back on the road. Obviously ignoring the fact that he knows her secret hobby."So, where are we going?" he asked.
The Loneliest KidMaeve and Sister Helena were quietly seated on a wooden bench in the garden as they watch over the kids who were busy chasing September around.He's not actually running, everybody else can see how confused he is that the kids keeps on following him around."I think he was that kid," Sister Helena blurted out. Maeve turned to her with confusion. The nun smiled as she stared at the roundabout walk-a-thon that's happening in front of them."Sister Rose had been my mentor before I took on her place as the head of the orphanage almost nine years ago. And while I was under her training, she keeps on talking about this little boy." Sister Helena has this sad smile across her lips as she started th
Something Only Mr. Thorne Can Do"Why don't you just marry him?" Maeve wanted to throw her laptop towards Hillary who was comfortably lying on the couch of her office."Why are you here again?" She asked in an irritated voice, but her sister just laughed at her."I just ran away from the date Mom had set up," she answered with a groan."Why?" Maeve asked as she took her eyes off her sister and went back to checking the financial flows of the company on her laptop.Hillary's eyes widened as if an idea struck her. She immediately got up from the couch and ran off to her sister's table."Maeve!" Confused with
His First HomemadeMeal"You really don't like him?" Maeve tsked and gave her sister a warning gaze before prepping the steak Hillary had requested.Afraid that her sister would change her mind about that steak, Hillary shut her mouth and even gestured zipping her lips. It didn't take long before Maeve finish cooking as Hillary set the table for the two of them."What is it?" Maeve asked her sister as she cut her steak into tiny tidbits. She noticed the frequency of those stolen glances her sister was giving her while they ate.Hillary cleared her throat and set down her utensils before she faced her sister seriously."What do
The Rain is Pouring"Stop grinning like an idiot!" Maeve hissed irritatedly before she glanced back at the open door of her apartment."The rain is pouring. You told me I'm sick." September shamelessly pointed out. He's obviously happy with how fate works on his favor."You have your car. It's not like you'll be on foot on the way home." She retorted as she crossed her arms."But I'm sick!" September whined like a child that made Maeve chuckled."You said you weren't sick. I thought you're just hungry?" She asked with her right brow raising in an interrogating manner.September internally scolded himself fo
Vicious Queen"You're a young woman! You should be on the search to find a good husband and not here, interfering with men doing business!" An old board member of the MBC Bank and Finance pointed out as he stared at Maeve who was calmly seated on the center of the conference room.Maeve was just passively listening to his rants while staring back at him with a cold and bored look on her face."You'll just ruin the business! Business should be handled by men! Women are supposed to be staying at home, taking care of the kids---""That's bullshit." She was rude enough to butt in her curses while the man had been rumbling about nonsensical things.Maeve stood up
PowerfulDuo"I hope you're not just planning to just put that Johns on exile, right?" September inquired as he busy himself filling Maeve's plate with the lunch Falcon had prepared for them.Maeve took her eyes off the files she was reading and directed her attention to September with a smirk."What do you think?" She asked menacingly. September stared at her face for a while before he chuckled and smoothly pushed the disposable plate towards her."Alright. Good thing that you had some plans to deal with him or else, I would have stepped in." He said as he subtly keep her working aids aside. Her eyes darted towards him when she realized what he was doing but he just showed her