WARNING: Mature Content - 18+ This book contains steamy content, profanities, and explicit language. Reader discretion is advised. "What are you doing?" I question, confused by how gentle he is tonight. He told me his rule: he will never be gentle, never kiss me passionately, never look at me with such eyes, but he has broken those rules tonight. Why? He pulls me closer to him, leaning in, he kisses me on my lips. * * * * * * * When the doctor informed Mae that her sister's illness was taking a toll and more money would be needed for her treatment, Mae doesn't think twice to get the money through any means. Even if it means being the little pet of the well-known playboy in town, Sin Hayes.
View MoreNOAHWhat the hell is she doing here? Or maybe it is I who needs to answer that question, Melissa had dragged me out for a lunch break and I had reluctantly agreed, hoping to get some fresh air and clear my head. But now, I'm faced with the last person I expected to see - Aria Hayes. And to make matters worse, she's sitting with that ugly-looking dude, laughing, chatting, and being all touchy. Who is he? I am familiar with her brother Arthur Hayes, I had been opportune to meet him during my meeting with Hayes Tech, so, I know that's not him. Perhaps her boyfriend? She didn't exactly strike me as the type who would have time for a boyfriend, maybe a fuck buddy, but not a boyfriend. Why am I even bothered by this piece of information and why am I getting pissed off at the sight of that guy touching her?What do I even care who she hangs out with? I'm here with Melissa, anyway. But my eyes keep drifting back to her, and I can't help but notice the way she's smiling, the way her eyes
ARIAIt's been two days since the incident with Noah Wright, I have been so occupied with work that I barely had time to think about him or the nonsense stunt he tried to pull in my office the other day.I don't know who told me that handling a lot of projects at the same time was a good idea to stay relevant, I mean it is, but why haven't I gotten any sleep in two days...Ahhh!I go through the file in front of me for the second time, making sure I have not made any mistakes with the budget placement and the color theme. The door of my office suddenly opens wide, and from the heavy scent of the vanilla perfume I already know who it is and all I can do is frown even more as I watch Ryan step into the office with his hands in the air and a big smile on his face. "Hello love," he says rushing to my side and kissing me on my cheek. "I have been calling you for two days now, not even a single call back or a message. Like hey, sorry Ryan but I am busy with work."I sigh, dropping my pen
NOAHI take a seat on the couch and Melissa joins me with a worried look plastered on her face. "Are you serious? She said something about surrogacy and I found it odd, I had it in mind to discuss it with you without her being a part of our discussion."I sigh, adjusting my tie, "There is nothing to discuss, I have made it clear to her that I do not want to get married or have a child.""Are you still on this decision of yours?" She questions. I give her a firm nod, it's been a decision I made for myself a long time ago. No kids, no wife, just me and my business. My mother probably hated the idea, but she didn't oppose it until this darn contract appeared.She still doesn't remember when she signed it, which I find odd, but she is hellbent on making sure I comply and not have the company and everything taken from me. Or maybe it's just her desire to make sure she doesn't get pushed to the sidelines after years of enduring her shitty marriage. "I know you have refused to tell me why
NOAHAs I step into my car, I know I should be pissed off by my encounter with her but I find myself smirking as I turn on the engine and drive off into the street.I can't help but think about how predictable she was. I knew she'd react that way, all fiery and passionate. It's almost... admirable. But, I have to focus on the bigger picture. Making sure she doesn't reveal this information to anyone, from her reaction I can tell she won't dare to do something like that. She seems intent on upholding her reputation, it's the reason why she had been willing to offer 20% of the refund to George, in hopes that he won't tarnish her image.As I drive home, a thought comes to my mind and I decide to make a call. I pull out my phone and dial a number, waiting for the person on the other end to answer."Yes, sir?" "I need you to keep an eye on Miss Hayes. Make sure she doesn't breathe a word about our little encounter. And if she does... take care of it." "Yes Sir," Brian replies."Also, has
ARIAHe chuckles, leaning back into his seat, "And when did you realize that I am not George.""Right now, I had been in a hurry yesterday and I forgot to confirm George's identity," I reply, not pleased by the sight of him. Not only did he lie yesterday about his identity, he had got me to write off 20% to him and proceeded to test me with those uncomfortable topics about his own mother. What kind of person is he? And why did he choose to hide his identity and go as far as to come to my office still pretending to be George."You should always do your research in serious situations like that, if it was something -""Why are you here Sir?" I ask interrupting him, the last thing I need from him is a lecture on how to run my business or deal with my clients. I go and take my seat staring at him, waiting for his response. "I think we both know why I am here," he says leaning back into his seat. "No, Mr. Wright, I don't think I do," I say, my voice firm and assertive. "You lied about yo
ARIAThe sound of my alarm nearly gives me a heart attack, I sit up on the bed immediately hitting the alarm clock and rubbing my eyes. 9 AM?I can't believe I overslept! I quickly get out of bed and start getting ready for the day. As I'm brushing my teeth, I can't help but think about the meeting with George Wright yesterday. I'm still trying to process everything that happened. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me, it was all so... intense. And that smirk at the end, made my heart race. I try to shake off the feeling, he is a married man for goodness sake Aria, what the hell are you thinking? I have a lot of work to do and I can't let yesterday's encounter distract me. I can't let my thoughts be clouded by images of a married man. I get dressed quickly and send a message to Stephanie that I am on my way and she should attend to whatever issue might arise before I get there. Hopefully, she doesn't get another intern to ruin my day like yesterday.The drive to the off
NOAHThe next minute the door opens and Brian steps in with a beautiful young lady by his side, her long brown hair falling down her back like a waterfall, her green eyes fixed on mine and I can see determination, something I don't often see.It takes me a moment to stop staring at those eyes of hers, as the sound of her heels drags my attention to her outfit. A navy blue pant and a white blouse, her arm and her chest are exposed, but she looks professional and confident.She approaches me with a handshake, "Hi, you must be George Wright, I am Aria Hayes."George Wright? She is here to see George? Why? Brian moves forward about to speak, and properly introduce me to her but I throw him a warning glare. If she is here to see George then I might as well pretend to be George.I stand up and extend my hand taking hers, "Yes, I am George Wright," I reply. "To what do I owe this visit.""I came here to personally deliver the-""Please sit," I say gesturing her towards the chair next to mi
NOAHI open the file in front of me and open it for the third time just to be sure I am not making this up, I look up at the workers sitting patiently in the board meeting waiting for my review."Who made this draft and who approved this draft?" I question, leaning back into my seat and tossing the file forward unable to bring myself to go over it again. On the list of worst drafts, this would top my list for today. "Em, sir, I-I made the draft," one of the workers speaks up raising his trembling hands in the air briefly. "And um...I approved it, Sir," the marketing director speaks up. "I went over it, and believed it was good enough to." I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed by his words. "Good enough? This is a disaster. The numbers don't add up, the projections are unrealistic, and the marketing strategy is non-existent. This is not a draft, it's a joke." "Do you think I am a joke, Mr. John?" I ask the marketing director, my gaze locked on his. John swallows adjusting his glasses, "
ARIA"Really?" I ask, also trying to figure out if I know her as well. "Do you perhaps have any other details about her?" My mother questions still looking lost in thought."Yes, I do," I mutter, grabbing my bag to bring out the file on Mrs. Wright. I hand it over to my mother."Aria," My mother calls out my name looking at the file in her hand and going through it. The file contains a picture of Mrs. Wright and a little detail about the house she had asked to be decorated. "This is the mother of Noah Wright, the CEO of Wright Industries," my mother says, she looks at me waiting for me to say something but I can't seem to figure out what that means."Wright Industries? Doesn't that ring a bell," my mother asks, but I am still unable to figure out what she is driving at. She exhales seeing the puzzled look on my face, "Wright Industries had offered to buy out your father's company, have you forgotten so soon.""Ah, yes, yes," I remember now. My father's company, Hayes Tech, had been i
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