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Angelina had no intention of making a scene, but when people sucked at their supposedly jobs, she couldn’t help but snap.A day before, when she had come to office, asking for her compensation, the woman behind the reception had showed her the door, saying she was wasting her time and that no one in their company reported something like that.Angelina had done what she did best, she had warned the woman that she would come the next day, and if she didn’t get her compensation, she would make each and every person in that building regret their whole lives.And that’s exactly what she came in today to do. She was going to make that receptionist’s life miserable for taking her lightly the day before, for not doing her job. But when the man who gave her the card showed up, she ignored all the lies that came out of that receptionists mouth. The way she had turned pale seeing that man, and was stumbling over her own words, as if afraid she would lose her job for sure, she felt sympathy for he
Josh wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened, but he didn’t have much time to think about it. His phone rang just then, and seeing the call was from Simon, he quickly answered.“I’m assuming Rogers is on our side?”“When have I ever disappointed you, Josh?”There was no way Josh could see Simon’s face, but he could tell by the way he sounded that the bastard had a pleased smirk on his face. He hated this man with all his guts, but right now, his emotions toward him weren’t important.“So, what’s next?”“Well, next, we wait. Until Rogers gives us the good news, there’s nothing to be done.”“You trust him that much?”Simon laughed. “Actually, I don’t. That’s why I always have a backup plan.”Josh frowned. “What’s the backup plan?”Simon scoffed, probably looking smug as ever. “Now, wouldn’t you want to know.”———By the time Josh reached home, it was already past dinner. As usual, he checked up on Caleb first, then headed straight for his room. However, he had barely climbed all the
Richard sat in his car, windows rolled up, and watched Elena sitting in her chair, waiting for her turn after the current shot. It had been two weeks since he last talked to her about her brother and how he was acting strange. But the truth was, he had been dreaming about her ever since then.So many times, he had planned to drop by and ask if she would like to have lunch with him, or maybe dinner, or maybe breakfast, or maybe just coffee. But every time he thought of doing so, something held him back. He didn’t want to come off as desperate, even though that’s exactly what he was.But two weeks had gone by now without a single conversation with her, and that was his limit. Tonight, after she was done with the shoot, he was going to take her for dinner, no matter what.There was just one little problem…A knock on the window of his car pulled him out of his thoughts, but he found himself releasing a sigh of relief when the face appeared familiar.He rolled down the window, and his secr
Elena looked up at the small cottage in front of her, not sure why they were here.“This is your idea?” she couldn’t help but frown, suppressing the urge to scratch the back of her head. “What are we supposed to do here?”“Wait, of course,” he said coolly, walking past her and heading for the door.Elena, on the other hand, wasn’t sure that’s what she wanted to do.Something about it didn’t feel right, but could she say that out loud? What if it was nothing and she offended him somehow? Of course, she wasn’t exactly afraid to offend him but still. It would be wrong to accuse him, considering the last time she had done so, even with solid proof in her hand, he had come out to be innocent. Everything had been planned against him, his own step sister had framed him in the worst way possible.Elena sighed, hugging herself. Now that the sky had darkened completely, the wind had turned chillier. It didn’t help that this cottage was practically in the middle of nowhere.Richard turned around
Elena checked her phone and frowned when she couldn’t find any signal at all.“Great. Just great,” she muttered, shoving the phone inside her purse and wondering why the hell she had to get stuck in the middle of nowhere. But most importantly, she couldn’t help but wonder who had been following them. The last time something like that had happened, the man had turned out to be a detective. A detective hired by Richard…Elena’s eyes widened.Wait a minute.Could it be possible…?Before she could finish that thought, however, Richard returned with a backpack. Elena looked up, partly relieved that they wouldn’t have to starve themselves while they waited. God knew, she was starving. She had missed her lunch and hoped to have a good, filling dinner at home instead.Richard dropped the bag on the table that Elena had cleaned a few minutes ago. She had also peeled off the white sheets covering the furniture, glad to find the furniture neat and tidy, not a speck of dust on them.She sat up str
The next time Elena woke up, it wasn’t to the sound of Richard or her alarm. It was the familiar feeling of being watched that made goosebumps rise all over her body. Snapping her eyes open, she stared at the ceiling, wondering what this feeling rising in her chest was. She placed a hand on her stomach, over her heart, and sighed.“Morning, darling.”Elena almost jumped out of her skin, sitting up so fast that her head spun badly, making everything around her tremble. It didn’t help that her head hurt so much she could barely keep her eyes open.“Drunk and hungover. Can you be any more responsible?”“What are you doing here?” She held her head with one hand, bracing herself for the upcoming ache. There was no doubt in her mind that the voice belonged to none other than Simon Walsh. But that was what confused her. Hadn’t she been with Richard? She looked around, unable to find him. “Where’s Richard?”When he did not reply, she finally turned her gaze to him, only to find him scowling. M
Simon didn’t know what had gotten into him, but frankly speaking, he didn’t care either.If not for his men informing him about the incident last night—how they lost her after she got into Richard’s car—he wouldn’t have been able to come and get her.Fuck! He was so pissed.And it didn’t help the way she kept defending that fucking bastard.Didn’t she know how it would make him feel if she continued to talk about her ex-husband in front of him, singing his praises as if he were some sort of saint?Dammit! Didn’t she know Simon was possessive? How hard it already had been to stay away from her?He had never been so mad at her, never.But right now, he felt like dragging her into a cellar and locking her up.He sighed. Of course, he would never do that to her—never drag her to a cellar.Though he wasn’t quite sure about the locking-up part. If he wished to keep her safe and away from prying eyes, that seemed like the best thing to do.“What do you mean my time is over?”And there she was
It was only when the car came to a halt, Elena was able to sigh in relief.She didn’t wait even for a second, and before Simon could say a word, she was out of the car like a bat out of hell. Not wanting to stay close to him anymore, afraid he would do something as insane as fucking her with his fingers, no matter how much she tried to stop him.God, she couldn’t even say that she did not like it.But still, all his men were watching—well, probably—and if not that, then they surely must have heard her moaning at the top of her lungs. Just the thought of garnering attention for something like that made her blush again.She clenched her fists, determined not to talk to him ever again.But before she got the chance to reach the house, she noticed something unfamiliar. Her eyes widened as she quickly realized: this wasn’t Matthews’ residence.This was Simon’s home.No way. He wasn’t serious about what he said back at the cottage, right? He didn’t mean it when he said her time was over, di