“Just how shameless can he be?” Reyona thought in anger as she saw Maxwell striding towards her.The oblivious, surprised look on his face only infuriated her more, as she was sure that it was definitely part of his artifice.He looked at her in confusion for a second before that hateful smile of his filled his face. He put his phone in his pocket, tucking his hand in as he rocked back on his heels as if lounging.“Well, my dear CEO Lanoth. I had no idea that you have such an ample sense of imagination,” he said as he barely glanced at the secretary.Reyona knew she should just bypass him, especially since the secretary was standing some distance away, waiting for her to catch up with her.She was not about to allow an asshole to get away with messing up her day or trying to sneak up on her at a potential client’s company. “I can assure you that if you dare to pull this stunt again, I will simply get you arrested.”She hissed in a low tone and made sure to pass him by. The secretary’s
“You bastard!” She railed at him. Her eyes were wide as she looked around the interior of the visiting room. It was as if she was looking for something—anything to hurt him with.She turned back to him and the look in her eyes gave him a pause as her tone became so low that he had to strain his ears to hear her “I knew it. I knew you did not love me! You…you were just using me as your brooding mare!” She swiped her wrist against the snot that came out of her nose, unconcerned that she looked a mess as her tangled hair slipped out of its hold."You... you don’t love me anymore! You just wanted to be with her now that I am here. You...you want to take my children and live happily ever after with that bitch! Well, you have another thing coming! I am not going to allow that!” She gave him a chilling smile that had Thomas contemplating the idea of running out of the visiting room.“I will come after you. I will get my babies! I will…oh, my babies,” she broke down in tears in the middle of t
Thomas was in a black mood by the time he drove up the driveway of the house he had shared with Reyona for about eight years. A home where he had continued the pretence he started two years before when Susan and he had made a bet.Susan had come to meet him at his shitass job back then as a trainer, and they had pretended not to know each other so that the gym manager wouldn’t find a reason to complain. He was pretending to put her through her workout while she giggled and pretended to be totally clueless about it all.That was when she had walked in—the auburn-haired beauty alongside a younger-looking lady—both of them so mouthwateringly gorgeous that they caught the eye immediately.The men's heads turned to look at them, and the elderly one was oblivious to the stare she was garnering as she seemed reluctant to be there, while the younger one was cajoling her that it was the right thing to do. His gaze must have ingered a bit longer on the curvaceous beauty because the next moment S
Reyona had been antsy since she got back to the office. The CEO of Multilinks had been just as the tabloids had described him. Retro, urbane, and... very unusual.The man had been in shorts, a biker shirt, and sneakers. He had a stud in his ear for God’s sake. And a headset around his neck, to boot.Throughout their meeting, he sat astride his chair instead of in it, as any self-respecting CEO would do. If Reyona had not listened to him, she was sure that she might have dismissed him for a loafer who was merely holding the position because it had been in their family for ages.All it took her was to listen to the man for about two minutes, and she was certain that Andrew Jordan could be blamed for a lot of things, but a lack of intelligence could never be part of those things.He was astute and direct. He was clear about what he wanted, and she was sure that he wouldn’t do anything because he was pressured by the board or cajoled by anyone.He was a man with a clear sense of judgment,
“Of course, he had to choose a place like this!” Reyona thought in anger as she got out of her car and trudged through the fake sea sand to the retro Seashore Restaurant, acclaimed for catering to only seafood and their lovers.Well, Reyona was no lover of foods that wiggled like they were going to pop out of her throat and dance the samba. She was even less of a fan of the bastard that had made her come to such a place at that time of the night.Would it have been too much to ask that the idiot let them fix their meeting for the next day, during the day, away from everything seafood? Of course not!Reyona was certain that he had deliberately done this to pay her back and maybe also to see just how well she was willing to fight for the contract."Bastard,” she muttered under her breath as more sand entered her wedges. “What am I even doing?” she thought to herself in annoyance. “It was not as if the bastard was the CEO of the company. Even if he was a major shareholder, so what?”She k
Maxwell looked up at her with a grin on his face. He knew she was itching to lay it out on him, and she probably would have done that if not for the company they have at the moment. He couldn’t pinpoint the main reason why he always wanted to rile her up. He had no intention of overthinking when it came to this woman, who was about as off-limits as a leper with painful boils all over.“It must have something to do with the way her eyes fired up in the most glorious shade of amber that I had ever set my eyes on,” he thought fleetingly even as he rubbed his finger above his upper lip, his grin becoming fuller when she looked over at the patrons of the Seashore, who were at the moment not hiding the fact that they did not appreciate her raised voice.He almost laughed out loud at her ingrained good breeding when she realised that she was making a scene, and she sent a vague smile in the direction of those people before sitting hastily.“Woah, woah,” Maxwell said in exaggerated surrender a
“Are you saying that you don’t believe in your company’s ability and you have to ask me for favours?” Maxwell asked partly out of curiosity.The expression in her eyes said it all before she said, with a snap in her voice, “No, I am not saying that, Mr. Rohan. I am saying that I wouldn’t appreciate being sabotaged because of whatever vendetta you have against me.”It surprised Maxwell that the fact that she thought that of him hurt a little. He was known to be a man without emotions; some of the women he had ever tangled with would even go as far as to say that he was a cold man.What did he care if a married, snippy woman thought him to be a scoundrel? The irony was that he cared. And that not only annoyed him but also made him want to put her in her place. She, who couldn’t figure out what her husband was doing under her nose for years, thought she had the right to judge him. Well, she would have to think again.“Are you saying that you believed me so despicable that I would take awa
The seatbelt bit hard between Reyona’s breasts as she slammed hard on the brake when she belatedly saw Maxwell standing in the path of her reversing car. She was thrown back and then forward as the car screeched to a stop, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment before it accelerated again.“Wha…” she sputtered as she took an inventory of her body to be sure that she was fine before looking outside for certainty that she had not hit any of the cars that were closely parked to hers.“What was that bastard thinking?” she said in anger as she yanked on her seatbelt to remove it. The way the belt was getting tangled infuriated her more, and she swore fluidly as she yanked on it again.She had been annoyed when she got out that the truck and Camaro were parked so close to hers, and now that idiot was about to make her commit homicide too.She finally got rid of the belt and growled when she had to restrain the outward opening of her door to prevent it from scraping the truck’s paint.“Stupid