Javier Summers didn’t like this. Not even one bit. He could even consider this as the worst birthday he had ever had. No, he could not blame it on the food being served. They were splendid, cooked, and prepared by the best chefs in the U.S. And he could not fault the decor either, they were exactly how he wanted it: elegant and high class. The band playing the music right now was also giving their best performance so he could not fault that either. What irritated him the most was the fact that his little secretary who had always shown propriety suddenly decided to let loose tonight and not only did she do this on her own, she had a gorgeous man at her side, eager to please her and could not wait for the pleasurable night that might follow afterward — preferably in her place or his. Javier needed some time to cool himself or else he would drag Ella to the nearest available room and shake some sense into her. And then do what? Javier shook the naughty, inappropriate thought off his m
The band started playing again. Only this time, it was a song with a slower tempo, something that would be best suited for a slow dance. Ella had just gotten back to the table when she caught the sight of Javier and London Star. Her only salvation was having Damon by her side. It was always better to have a friend with her than to face something like this on her own. London’s eyes sparkled and she rose to her feet. “Damon, I love this song. Come dance with me,” she linked her arm to Damon, pressing her large breasts on his forearm. “You don’t mind if I borrow him for a dance right, Ella?” “I really don’t want to leave her alone,” answered Damon, freeing his arm from her grasp and failing miserably for she had held him tightly. Before Ella could say anything, a low husky voice had answered on her behalf. “She’s not alone. I will accompany her.” Then Ella could feel his arm linking around her waist and she nearly jumped on the spot. Damon’s eyes were on her, waiting for her decisi
Ella stared at her boss and for a second there, she was going to lose her temper. She’d specifically said that she was trying to find a restroom, then why on Earth had he led her into his bedroom? Her earlier thought about his wish to claim her as one of his conquests reared its ugly head. Her jaw clenched as she tried her best to calm herself by telling herself that if he made any moves, she could always knee him between his thighs, then run like hell. So when she finally opened her mouth, she was quite proud of herself for sounding calm and reasonable. “Why did you bring me here?” Without saying a word, he took her hand and was about to drag her when she planted her feet firmly on the floor and refused to follow him. "What on Earth are you doing, Sir?" She had subtly added ‘Sir’ in her sentence in the hope to remind her that he was her boss and that this was borderline inappropriate. “Didn’t you say you want to go to the restroom?” he asked incredulously as if she’d just asked h
Ella Stanford "He did kiss you, didn't he?" asked Damon once they were out in the parking lot. Ella blinked before her face reddened. "Did you see?" She knew there was a little chance that Damon had seen it since she and Javier had been in his bedroom but still, there was no other reason that she could think of. "Nope, but I wish I did." Damon wiggled his eyebrows, teasing her. "It is all over your face, babe. You look slightly flushed and when you came back from the restroom, you acted all weird." He paused, scrunching his nose then clapped his hands. "Oh, and you can not wait to get home. That is the weirdest one." "I am just tired," said Ella which was not entirely a lie. She was emotionally tired having to remain cool and unaffected by Javier's every move. "Because of the kiss?" teased Damon again, to which Ella replied with a nudge on his waist. "Ow! No need to harass me. But seriously, girl, was he good?" Hearing Ella's contented sigh and watching the look on her face, he
A smile hovered on Javier’s lips as he arrived at his office this morning. Over his coffee and the splendid breakfast made by his maid, Leigh, he’d thought of his plan in seducing his little secretary Miss Ella Stanford. A lively sense of anticipation tingled through his body as he swung the door open, fully expecting Ella to be at her table. Yet it quickly died down when he noticed that there was no sign of her arrival. Her usual brown coat wasn’t on the hanger and her desk was still cleared, looking precisely as it had been when he had left his office last Friday. Where the hell was she? Or perhaps excitement had made him arrive earlier than he had thought. He moved his arm and checked his watch. It was fifteen minutes past nine. He hadn’t arrived early, she’d been the one arriving late! He had never known her to be here before him. She’d always been punctual. Her failure to do so today was aggravating, especially since he had sent her a text telling her that he needed to discuss
C H A P T E R 1 2 : T H E O V E R D U E B R E A K U P J A V I E R S U M M E R S Javier stared at the door for a few minutes once he heard the click signaling that it had been tightly shut. If he was being honest, Ella's resignation had shocked him. Through and through. He had never thought that she would quit her job. "Damn," he hissed under his breath so that the one person who just had shaken his world on the other side of the room would not hear a thing. He had tried his best to remain cool and calm in conveying his response earlier because the last thing he wanted was for Ella to realize how important her role actually was. If she knew how scared he was to lose her, she would be inclined to overvalue herself. He blinked as a thought came to her. Perhaps she wanted to quit because the money was not enough. Maybe the reason why sh
Ella Stanford looked up as Javier left his office, shoving his phone and wallet into his pocket. Without even looking, she knew where he was probably heading. She refrained from sighing. It did not take a genius to know that her boss was on his way to meet his lover, London Star. Every day it was the same. The phone call he had received before lunchtime would determine who he would be spending his lunchtime with. Either his family (either his older brother, Thornton, or his youngest sister, Clara, or on a rather rare occasion, his mother) or his most recent lover. Most of the time, it was the latter.Since evidently, London had called merely fifteen minutes ago, it had been determined that he would be spending his lunchtime with her. And if she was right, they were probably going to go to a restaurant in a five-star hotel around the area and once the lunch was concluded, they would retreat to a suite and ravish each ot
Javier stepped out of his Rolls Royce and into the fresh air and breathed in deeply, appreciating the feel of the sun on his skin. Although he mostly spent his afternoon with either his family or his lover, he couldn’t help but admit that it was quite nice to be away from the hustle and bustle of the office for a little while and simply be in his own company. He walked towards the coffee shop not far from his office building. It was tucked away at the corner of the street. Once upon a time, back when he was fresh from the university and was working a managerial level job, he used to go there often. Nowadays, not so much. “Javier!” Crystal Jones, a stout little woman behind the counter who also happened to be the owner, greeted him. He was surprised that she even recognized him and remembered his name. “Long time no see. How are you?”“I am well, thank you,” he replied to her with a brief smile. “I have been busy. So, what delicious specials do you have today?”“Well, the twins came ba