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His Vengeful Secretary Fifteen
As her alarm blared, Anna woke up to a strange feeling against her cheeks. Rising from her strange position, it occurred to her that she had slept off while chewing on her loveable junk meal from the previous night. Her eyes heavy with sleep, Anna was about to contemplate resuming her slumber despite the mess on her bed, but she was reminded of the message she received from the man she was planning to drag down. The message had to mean two things. He either loves sending random messages instead of being direct with his attempt to check up on her or he has actually found out who she is. Darcy Hendrick's sister. The sister to the girl who was murdered in his company a year ago. The girl who everyone thinks committed suicide. Anna could not begin to imagine how things would be in the office that day if the message had the latter meaning. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to go to the office. He made it a must anyway. Grudgingly, she got off her bed, got rid of the crumbs on the
His Vengeful Secretary Sixteen
As Drake Blunt lifted his head, he immediately wished he hadn't changed his position. As an instant response, his hands gripped the sides of his chair, his eyes blinked with fright as he read through the bold letters on his screen. 'DRAKE BLUNT: THE SON THAT MURDERED HIS MOTHER.' His calmness was thrown out of the window, and Drake got up as he began to find it hard to breathe all of a sudden. The topic about his mother was one he didn't like to revisit. But clearly, someone was using that topic against him and it was being used knowingly. Images flashed through his head as his eyes strained further at the screen and he was taken back ten years when his mother died in a way he didn't wish to remember at all. "Okay," he said through his thick breathing. "Drake calm down. It wasn't your fault. You are not at fault," he admonished himself as he took receding steps towards the chair he just got up from. "It was never your fault," he said again, this time, his voice was a whisper. Bu
His Vengeful Secretary Seventeen
Perplexity still running through her entire veins, Anna tried to push the man's lips away but somehow, he misread her and within a quick second, his hand was gripping the back of her head, not so hard, but firm enough to ensure he got to have a proper feel of her lips. Her hands on his chest as she tried to budge out of his surprisingly unyielding hold, Anna found herself undergoing a torturous tour in her head. Her sister's image came into her mind the moment his lips began to explore hers and as the kiss continued, she kept seeing a particular scene play over and over again. A scene where her sister couldn't stop gushing about a man she liked. Someone from her workplace. Without igniting it, hatred fueled her and she became more determined to break away from the kiss which was now turning intense even though it was one person doing the entire work. When her pushes did nothing, Anna resorted to an option that made the man yelp. Sucking on his lower lip which she had instantly bit
His Vengeful Secretary Eighteen
It was hard for her. It was hard to pretend she didn't see the message on her sister's phone. The image was already glued in her mind, there was no escape. Thus, thoughts kept flying in. They flew in before she slept the previous night. And after waking up from a barely satisfactory sleep, the thoughts continued. She was presently in the elevator, on the way to her office and the unusual addition to the elevator ride didn't sway her. All she knew was that she could hear a particular tune playing around her thoughts which were still trying to analyze her discovery. If she were to think based on what was in the text, her sister, Darcy, died trying to protect Drake Blunt. Anna scoffed. It was quite ironic. She died trying to protect the man but the man failed to protect her image. He found it so easy to tag her as a suicidal individual. At that instant, her anger towards the man increased tenfold. But her curiosity increased too. The quest for revenge has revealed and confirmed s
His Vengeful Secretary Nineteen
“What are you doing here?” Drake asked with certain disgust in his voice as he had his seat far away from the last person he wished to see at that very moment. Amelia wore a bigger smirk and she defied his attempt by walking even closer, her hands making sure to lean on the desk so that she was exposing part of her breasts in the man’s direction. Drake almost scoffed loudly. She really must think he was still into her. “I would have never guessed I would walk in on Drake Blunt making out with an employee. Whatever happened to your principles?” “What on earth are you doing here Amelia? The last time I checked, you broke up with me and I made sure to tell you never to meet me again.” Amelia clicked her tongue. “Are you still upset about that? I-” “If you have nothing to do in particular, please leave, I am a busy man.” “Do you like her?” Amelia ignored his words. “I hope you don’t. It will be quite sad if you decide to date someone less prettier than me.” Drake sighed hard. “Did
His Vengeful Secretary Twenty
Just when Anna wondered what to do with the gruesome liquid in her hold, the elevator made its usual pinging sound and with a slight tilt of her head, Alex came into view, eyes filled with happiness. But all that delight disappeared when he saw what Anna held in her hands. “What is that?” he asked cautiously. “Blood,” she responded without filtering her words. “It arrived some seconds ago.” “Who sent it? The Bikers gang?” Anna wore a small frown. How on earth was she supposed to know that? But she gave him a response regardless. “Someone who wants to kill Drake Blunt. They left a note.” Alex hastened his steps so he was closer to Anna. After snatching the note, he read the contents out. “You can’t escape death D.” Then, like he was reminiscing about old memories, Alex’s eyes hit the ceiling, confusion written all over his face. Watching him carefully, Anna crossed her arms and asked, “Who do you think it is from?” “One of the company’s enemy, that’s the only answer I can give y
His Vengeful Secretary Twenty One
Drake Blunt was already wondering what was taking Sarah Hopkins so long when a small knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. Adjusting his shirt as he reasoned the person knocking would be Anna coming in to announce the arrival of his guest, Drake made sure to assume a comfortable yet sexy angle as he relaxed into his chair.“Drake.” The side of his lips dropped to his annoyance as Sarah strutted into his office. “ I am so glad you called me, I have missed you so-”“Where is Miss Hendrick?” Drake found himself asking.“Who?” The woman frowned as she walked closer.“My secretary was meant to come up and inform me of your arrival before letting you in.”“Oh.” A small smile that aroused Drake’s curiosity appeared on Sarah’s thin, well glossed lips. “I am pretty sure she is busy with some things. Anyway, I am so glad you called me. I was wondering if we
His Vengeful Secretary Twenty Two
As she closed the tab that took care of the tenth task on the list of forty tasks her so called boss sent to her mail, Anna’s back hit her chair hard, she could not help but let out a really, really deep sigh.She had no idea what to thinkof Drake Blunt at that point. He definitely was trying to get on her nerves and he was really good at it. It was already past closing hour and she was still stuck with his assigned tasks which she was surprisingly not terrible at.But despite being fairly good at her job, she was barely done with half of her work and with tiredness coursing through her body, Anna decided to put off the rest till the next day and make the rest of her day slightly memorable with Alex.She already hit the shutdown option on her computer when solid footsteps came down the stairs. Her teeth gritted, her mouth made a sizzling sound showing her displeasure at the fact that he decide to come down just when she was stylishly trying to leave
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