Aiden
"Wait, what?" she inquired. She shook her head, noticing my deplorable condition, and said, "Please accept my apologies. Are you all, right?" She seemed to be truly concerned.
I grumbled, "You damaged my favourite shirt."
Her smile became shaky.
"You were blocking my path. I didn't intend to run into you." She stubbornly crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at me. Feisty. I loved feisty. "I said sorry," she said. I blocked her again as she made a move.
I told her, "Sorry, it isn't enough."
Her lips were stunning. Just a whiff of those cherry lips was enough to drive a man insane.
I said, "It's not fair, I lost a shirt, and you lost your coffee."
"So, you'd like me to go out and purchase you a shirt?" Her gorgeous eyes enlarged as she was taken aback.
"No, I'll buy you a cup of coffee." I made an offer.
She locked her gaze on me for another minute before tilting her head to one side, revealing her neck to me. I wanted to kiss it.
"I'm OK; I don't want any coffee."
She finally said and walked away. I took a step in front of her and blocked her path once more. Her lips were pursed, her eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was looking at me with distrust.
"I insist. It's just a cup of coffee, after all." I said calmly.
I was trying to be charming in every way possible. My senses were heightened so that I could persuade her to accept my offer. For a little time, everything seemed to be in order until she looked me in the eyes. Those enigmatic emerald eyes appeared to be hiding something. It was teeming with repressed feelings. They returned my stare, attempting to figure out who I was. She was deliberating, evaluating, and drawing conclusions. She finally exhaled deeply and narrowed her eyes.
"That's fine, given your tenacity. You can buy me a cup of coffee, but I'm not going to buy you a shirt. You got in the way, and we're both to blame. I already apologised," she continued, "is that okay with you?""
Her accent suggested that she was an Australian. If I ever lost her again, I'd know where to look. Across the ocean on an entire continent.
"That's fine with me, Miss...?" I said with a smile and a cocked head to one side. I was waiting for her to say her name.
She instead returned to the coffee shop and approached the desk. My curiosity was piqued. My gaze was drawn to her swaying hips as I followed her. I wished I could have taken them in my arms.
She proceeded to the counter and joined the queue. Along with her, I waited. I turned to face her and gave her my most hypnotic smile. "Sorry I didn’t catch your name.”
"You didn't catch my name since I never told you my name," she continued without even giving me a glance.
"It's not like I'm asking for your phone number or anything. I'm only asking for your name so I can blame you for destroying my favourite shirt."
"Give it to the laundry. They'd make everything right, " she fixed a hard blank stare at me.
"What if the laundry man inquired as to who did it?" I asked.
"Do you think I'm interested in what your laundryman has to say?" She turned to the counter.
"What can I get you, Sydney?" inquired the girl behind the desk.
"Just the usual, fast," she interrupted the girl in the middle of her statement. However, the damage had already been done. Her name was now familiar to me.
Before making her coffee, the girl behind the counter gave me a surprised glance and examined me outside.
Sydney swore under her breath before turning to face me. I had a grin on my face as I looked at her. "Is Sydney your name?"
"Don't call me that." The sound of her hissing at me was like music to my ears.
"How shall I refer to you, Sydney?" I inquired of her.
"You don’t need to call me anything. We are not friends." She clenched her jaw and peered over the counter to check if her coffee was on its way.
"Then what do you name those people who you spit steaming coffee on you?" I made a joke.
She raised her eyes to me. For a long time, we just stared at each other. The air surrounding us seemed to be electric. I had my heart set on her.
"Coffee girl?" I sarcastically asked. "Hot coffee girl?" I asked, grinning.
I gently raked her from her head, taking her into her piercing eyes, her wild hair, her hourglass body, and then back up to meet her gaze. She was enraged. It appealed to me.
Her eyes glowed with rage before she shifted her gaze to the counter. Her coffee was delivered. She looked at me after thanking the girl. I gave the girl my money and a generous tip. After all, she had given me her name. Sydney looked at the tip and made a sneering expression.
She drank a cup of black coffee. As she made her way to the exit, I grinned and followed her. She returned my stare, arched her brows, and scowled, "Now what?"
"I'm heading to the laundry," I explained innocently, "where I'll have to answer the laundryman's probing inquiries."
She came to a halt. "Even if I agree to buy you a shirt. I can't afford that pricey abomination you're wearing."
I've never heard anyone call my style or my clothing " anabomination." I admit they're pricey, but the way she said it made them seem much more so. I burst out laughing.
She glared irritably at me, cursed, and told me to follow her. We proceeded in the opposite direction to the coffee shop, along the streets. She walked quickly. Like a shadow, I followed her. My gaze was drawn to her back. She didn't even turn to see whether I was trailing her. She was most likely trying to lose me in the throng. The streets eventually thinned out, and I joined her on her walk.
"So, Sydney, you're an Aussie, right?" I inquired of her.
"Yes, and I'm not from Sydney; it's just my name, and no, we don't have kangaroos running about on the streets," she replied quickly.
I laughed once more. I stood there watching her sip her latte.
"What do you do?" I inquired.
"I'm a student of art." She murmured as she drew another swig of coffee. I guess she couldn't help herself from sighing quietly as the coffee filled her mouth, even though she was avoiding and ignoring me to the point of being rude. This young lady had a coffee addiction.
"Interesting, what kind of art are you talking about?" I inquired. I awaited her response.
"It's called digital art." She didn't even bother to look at me when she replied.
"Wow! I run a... business, and we're always on the lookout for talented digital artists." One of my winning cards was this one. When women learned who I was, they fawned over me.
She came to a halt and turned to face me. "That's fantastic news. Let's go in and get you a shirt now, shall we?" She cocked her head in the direction of the store in front of us. It was a boutique, one of those small, up-and-coming stores that popped up and then vanished. I followed her into the shop. The location was excellent. The interiors were basic, sleek, and modern, which I appreciated.
"Here," she said, bringing me back to the present. I locked my gaze on her. She was holding a shirt. The garment was excellent. It was almost identical to the cloth I was wearing and was well-stitched. I took it from her and began undoing the buttons on my shirt. I stood there watching her cheeks get pink. She saw that I was going to change ahead of her.
"This boutique has changing rooms," she explained.
Along with her, I made my way to the locker room. I smiled as I entered the changing room to get ready. Sydney was whispering to the girl behind the counter when I walked out. When I appeared, they immediately came to a halt. The blonde girl behind the counter expressed her unreserved admiration for me.
"It's perfect," she added, a flirty smile on her face.
"All right," Sydney murmured as she turned to pay for my shirt.
She walked away without a glance at me. I thought to myself, "What the hell?" and dashed at her. I dashed out the door and stood there watching Sydney pull into a side street. I moved in front of her and snatched her hand. I yanked her in my direction. She let out a loud gasp.
"What are you doing?" She screamed fiercely as she struggled to free herself from my vice-like grip on her wrist. "What exactly is your problem? You got the shirt? Let me go now.”
"What gives you the right to be so rude?" My macho ego was injured, so I shoved her against the alley wall, imprisoning her.
She screamed as I slammed her against the wall. She had a beautiful lilac scent. As I seized her wrists and imprisoned them above her head, her eyes widened in surprise. I'd completely lost it. Normally, I am not a combative person. This lady, on the other hand, had provoked me. She fought me valiantly, but it was in vain. I'd had enough of trying to persuade her with words. She wasn't easy to get, but I wanted her, and I was done being nice.
"What are you doing, let me go." She screamed at me, terrified. I leant down and took her face in my hands as soon as her mouth opened. A spark of electricity shot down my spine as I held her and captured her lips.
As my mouth devoured hers, she fit wonderfully against me. Her lips were both sweet and hot. I gave her a good kiss. My tongue raced into her mouth, capturing and conquering her essence. She sighed softly, and I roared with delight at having finally subdued her. For a long time, our mouths were at odds. The more I probed her, the more I wanted her. Soon my hands became lax, and my mouth drifted away from her. I realised I needed to get some air.
I lowered my gaze at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and puffy, and her body was slack. Her eyes slowly opened, and she gazed up into mine. Suddenly, I felt a searing tinge on my right cheek after hearing an echoing snap. She had slapped me.
Her rage was visible in her eyes. She shoved me away from her and yelled, "You have no right to kiss me. Get away from me.”
She bolted away from me, running along the alley on the opposite side. While I stood there, speechless at what I had done.
Sydney - My hand was still in pain. I'd slapped the jerk in the face with all my power. I kept running till I arrived at the art school and slumped on a bench. What was the matter with me? And what was the matter with him? Even if I tried to ignore it, the man was a walking dreamboat. He was much taller than my 5'8" height. Probably 6”4. His stunning appearance, tanned skin, and dark hair were enough to make any sensible woman want to hurl herself at him. However, if only he had not been such a jerk. He was unlike any other man. At the thought of that lengthy drawn-out kiss, a flush crept up my cheeks. The way his lips brushed against me. I could still detect his scent. I felt a tremble run up and down my spine just thinking about it. I said to myself, 'No.' 'Why am I thinking this way?' I shouldn't be doing this. He kissed me without my permission. Instead of thinking about those deep blue eyes and muscled arms, I should be pressing charges. He had not followed me; I was sure of t
Sydney- Mike wished me luck for my interview as he dropped me off near Reiner towers. "Thank you," I said, my gaze fixed on the enormous structure. "Don't be worried; you'll do fine." Mike patted the top of my head. The Reiner tower resembled the standard metal and glass high-rise tower. I crossed the road and entered a huge foyer. It was crowded with people coming and going. The brown granite floor reflected them like a mirror. I approached the reception desk, where a nicely dressed woman handed me a visitor permit and directed me to the 30th floor. I took the elevator to the 30th floor. It opened into a stylishly decorated foyer with a plush green carpet that gave it a grassy impression and an entire glass wall on the right side. I could see the entire city's skyline. "How may I assist you?" My reverie was broken when a lady at the smaller reception asked. I replied, "I'm here for the interview, for the intern positions." "Please provide me with your name and photo ID. Mr. Ra
"Come on, Sydney, open the door!" For the past half-hour, Leah had been beating on her door. Sydney screamed from inside her room, "I don't want to talk Leah, just leave me alone!" Her eyes were red and puffy when she returned. She had obviously been crying. She then locked herself in her room and refused to eat her meal. Leah had given her a couple of hours' time alone, but she was suddenly concerned. "This is it, I'm calling Mike," Leah declared emphatically before dialling Mike's number. He was on his way downstairs in no time. **************** Sydney ************* Mike's calming voice asked me to open the door when I heard a knock. "Leave me alone," I yelled back. "I'd leave, but who would prepare the dinner? You know Leah is a terrible chef, and I'm starving." Mike yelled out loud. "Hey! I'm not a terrible cook!" Leah shut him down. "Oh, no! Yes, you are; you can't even make good mac & cheese." He retorted with a snide remark. I couldn't keep a smile from appearing on m
"Would you like to dance, Miss Rosbak?" Aiden inquired, oblivious to the girl standing next to her. Her expression was priceless, and she was breathtakingly lovely up close. Her clothing matched her green eyes. It's all the more tempting because of that. Her dress, which appeared modest from the front, but it didn't have a back and ended in a deep V at her waist. Her soft, gorgeous skin was on show, beckoning him to touch it. Why is God so cruel? He sighed. He had put his hand on her delicate waist and steered her to the dance floor before she could say anything. Her eyes had narrowed into slits by this time, and she was furious. She gave him a panicked expression. He chuckled to himself, 'Still feisty.' "What are you doing here?" She asked. "I have the same question, but to be honest, I don't give a damn. Isn't it wonderful to see each other again?" He grinned. She froze and frowned at him the instant he smiled down at her. "Are you stalking me?" she inquired. "Stop thinking so
Sydney I was still smiling as I moved towards the bar. A hand stopped me, and I whipped around to face Mike. "Gosh, you scared me!" I spoke. He inquired, "Where were you?" I explained, "I was just out for some fresh air." "What happened earlier? That man. You know who he was?" Mike asked. I nodded, "Aiden Rainer, the CEO of the Reiner group." "How do you know him?" "He took my interview, and I refused the offer," I sighed. Mike's eyes swelled to the size of saucers. "Why?" "Because he is an arrogant man who believes he can have any damn woman because of his looks and his absurd bank balance. He has a lot of delusions about himself. He believes he is charming and that ladies will fall at his feet begging him to take them, but he is mistaken. The only ladies he can ever hope to attract are those feather-headed, goose-brained, clingy knuckleheads. I don't want to see him again because he is a shallow man." "Ah, I see." "Thank God, you see," I murmured, and then it dawned on me
Sydney To spend time on Monday morning, I awoke early and worked on some of my projects. My internship, which I would be undertaking at the Reiners, was my last semester of art school. Except for submitting my report, I didn't need to return to school. On the other side of the flat, I heard Leah's door open. "Coffee?" I inquired happily as I peered out of my room. Leah pouted and rubbed her eyes sleepily. She despised getting out of bed in the morning. She offered a half-hearted nod and walked inside the bathroom. I grinned and began preparing breakfast for the two of us. Leah reappeared half an hour later, happily sniffing the warm aroma of fried bacon and coffee. "You really do seem cheery," she commented as she sat down at the dining table. "Smells fantastic." "It's the beginning of a new life, so of course I'm glad and joyful," I said with a smile. "Sure," Leah responded, a mysterious smile on her face. I made a funny face at her and returned to my coffee. "Mike isn't going
With a thunderous bang, he shut the door and turned to face her. She was sprawled on a massive king-sized bed, staring at him down from across the room. Her eyes were ablaze with terror and rage. When he saw her spread out on the bed, his heart raced. Without saying anything, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The terrified, apprehensive girl trembled as she imagined what was to come, yet her arrogance remained engraved on her face. In a raspy voice, she snarled, "Stay away from me." It was dripping in venom. How could someone be so dangerous while also being so vulnerable? Her pearly flawless skin drew his gaze. Her noble Grecian nose was held high even as she lay like a victim, her silken tresses, the dreamy almond eyes that gazed at him. As she struggled to move, her neck arched. Instead, it highlighted the seductive small mole on her olive-toned skin. Her muscular legs wrenched away from him. It was almost as if she were the predator and he were the prey. He walked
Sydney – Marilyn did land in Reiner towers the next day, as Mike predicted. However, things did not transpire in the manner in which I had anticipated. I was late for work, horribly late actually. My knees were already starting to knock involuntarily in anticipation of the chewing out that was going to happen. What would Larry think? I ran inside the lift after pressing the elevator button to the thirty-first floor."You're in deep shit," said my team member Harriet."Why what happened?"I asked. Putting down my bag."Me. Reiner was looking for you." She whispered."Me? Why?"She shrugged and said, "Probably for that Ad."I shook my head and walked by Larry, my boss, who was always polite and never harsh."Finally, Sydney, you've arrived." He gave a kind smile."I am so sorry, I got up late today... I missed my train and the next one got delayed.....""It's fine, Mr Reiner wants to see the complete scene," Larry said.My heart sank."However, it isn't due until tomorrow, and it isn't