Mila
I walked to the sofa and sat down beside him. I started with unbuttoning his shirt, deciding to appease my conscience which wanted to make sure that he was okay. My eyes ping ponged from his closed ones to where my fingers worked his shirt open. So bold, Carmella. If only your father knew… he’d flay you open. I hadn’t given much thought before what I was going to do but now as inch by inch his chest came into view, a strange thrill took hold of me. Part of me wanted to revel in the fact that there was no more reason to be afraid of my father and another part the one that was fascinated with my boss… that part carried on. My fingers trembled and my hands faltered. I had started because there were many smudges of blood on his shirt so I wanted to patch him up but now… Now, as my eyes dropped to the widening V of his shirt which revealed the wide expanse of his chest, sparsely smattered with small hair. All I wanted t
Mila “Okay, sir, I’ll do it….” I muttered under my breath as I marched towards the bathroom. I didn't want to prepare a tub for him to take a bath in, all I wanted to do was to tell him to fill his own goddamn bathtub by himself.By the time I flipped the knobs and water started to pour into the gorgeous looking tub, I wasn’t just furious I was livid. And the fact that I hadn’t had this type of luxury in two years was making me resentful. Unable to help myself, I crouched down and dipped my fingers into the water, liking the way it’s warmth lapped at my hand.“Testing the waters, Miss Clinton?” The husky, deep voice has me jumping to my feet.I turned around and froze. My mouth fell open as my eyes feasted on him, only to let out a gasp and squeak out, “What are you doing!?” I turned around but his image was seared in to my brain and all I could see was him standing behind me with his pants halfway to his calves and tha
Mila When the clock struck six o’clock in the evening I was half afraid that the sky would open up and God himself would peer down at me to lend me some best of luck. But nothing like that happened, neither did the floor split apart to swallow me up as I prayed. What really happened was the phone on my desk ringing, making me jump in my chair and when I picked it up, his cold authoritative, filled with irritation voice snapped into my ear. “Its already four minutes past six, Miss Clinton, why aren’t you downstairs already.” “Downstairs?” I questioned. “In the parking lot. I don’t entertain stupid questio
Mila I tapped my foot against the pavement as I waited outside for him to come out. He didn’t give me a chance to refuse as he ordered me out and told me that he’d drop me home before he walked in the direction of the kitchen. I was sure that any other woman in my place would be happy to not walk miles to the station and instead have a chance to ride in a car with a man as beautiful as my boss. But I wasn’t any other woman, I didn’t want him to know more about me than was necessary. The door opened, the sound of the bell trickling outside. Without a word, he strode toward me and opened the door and gestured for me to slid inside. I didn’t. “I don’t want to bother you, sir, I’ll manage on my own.” He turned his head toward me, in that slow motion that hunters use so not to disturb their prey. “
Jonathan I slid after my assistant that I had thought and made to believe was a mouse. But it wasn’t a mouse that I saw in that dark alleyway, what I saw was a feral cat or may be a tigress, fighting for her life. After she had stepped out of the car I didn’t know why I had told Jasper to wait. And after ten minutes just when I had signalled him to drive and we were driving I had seen a flash of movement in otherwise quiet street. On instinct I had told my driver to park the car, and I had followed the little shadow. And what I walked on was her threatening the men double her size with a small knife in her hand. There was no hint of the shy, quiet mouse she showed me all this time. There was a fighter, a tigress ready to do anything to get herself to safety from the hunters that circled h
JonathanMy eyes followed her as she walked to the espresso to get me a coffee. Something about her was different today, and I wasn’t talking about the fact that for the first time her face was bare of any makeup and she wasn’t hiding behind those glasses. No, it was in the way she was moving as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. She looked so fragile, like on the verge of breaking apart. She came back and placed a steaming cup in front of me. My eyes fell on the scratch on her arm, it had healed somewhat but the redness still surrounded it. When I looked up, I saw her green eyes were dull and red semi circles were pronounced under them. I grabbed her hand before she could retreat, her eyes fell on my fingers that were wrapped around her wrist and then came to meet mine. “Are you okay?” I asked.She nodded. “Thank y
Mila I woke up to a knock on my hotel room. Blinking wearily I sat up in the bed, my eyes going to the wall clock on the opposite wall. It was almost seven in the morning. I had spent most of the night twisting and turning around on the bed, getting less sleep than I usually do. And when I did sleep, it was to the dreams of my boss, Jonathan hovering over me, tempting me and erasing the distance between us before his lips settled on mine. Or the other times it were the nightmares where those men caught me before Jonathan could save me. Now, I slipped out of the bed and walked to the door, opening it a bit I peeked out to see a uniformed hotel attendant with a food trolley. I arched a brow in query as I said, “I haven’t ordered breakfast.” “The breakfast is complimentary to our guests, Ma’am.” The man replied. Huh. Last night
Mila I was so angry. No, not just angry, I was fûcking furious. My heart pounded inside my chest as I waited for the elevator to take me down to the underground parking. What I didn't understand was why my eyes were smarting and I have to blink back the tears if I was angry. Fûcking arsehole. Arrogant bastard. How could he even think for a second that I’d say yes to his preposterous preposition. Like I was something to buy. The metal doors parted and I stepped out, my footsteps quick as I made my way out. Because I was looking down, I didn’t see who was standing in front of me and sl
Mila My heart beat a foreign rhythm as I watched him coming toward me. He looked indifferent as if he couldn’t care less, as he walked in that predatory way of his. He wasn’t wearing his coat and the way top two buttons of his shirt were undone and how his sleeves were rolled up, it looked like he was probably enjoying his evening until this very moment. And then his eyes met mine. And I watched his face transforming. I took a step back into my captor at the darkness I saw on that beautiful face. He looked like the fires of hell burned in that gaze. And by the time he reached me I was very aware of the rage rolling off him and I was afraid that he was ready to commit murder. I swallowed. “Jonath—” He stopped me, his eyes cutting to the man behind me. But his words were for Jasper, “Take her inside.” T