Novels by T. Ennin

Deborah's POV The rain started just after nine, a soft percussion again the floor to ceiling windows of Lucas's office. I watched the droplets race down the glass and my chosen droplet lost.I should have gone home hours ago but there's always a client document that needs to be taken care of.The date was excellent by the way. The night was on repeat in my mind ever since I got home. I was happy.I had never seen him laugh out loud before. I wished I took a video for it.He nearly even kissed me. I had to bring him back to reality.“Stop frowning, Deborah,” Lucas said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. He sat across from me at the obsidian conference table, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and the tie a little loosened suggesting even he was tired. But yet his eyes were alert as ever, like he could do this all day.“Just tired,” I lied as I forced my attention back to the presentation glowing on my laptop screen. “These figures are… extensive.”“Twenty-three million is extensive

Deborah's POV The city dressed itself in gold for the evening. Streetlights flickered to life as Lucas's car glided through downtown and I watched the blur illumination of windows pass by, each one a story I’d never know. My reflection in the passenger window showed a woman I barely recognized. A sleek black dress hugging my curves and my hair swept into an elegant twist that had taken me three YouTube tutorials to perfect. A professional date?It doesn't feel like it. The butterflies in my stomach has been on rampage ever since he–“You're quiet,” Lucas said, his voice interrupting my train of thoughts as usual.I turned to find time watching me with a hand on the steering wheel and the other resting casually on the center console. The streetlights caught the sharp line of his jaw and the tailored perfection of his charcoal suit.“Just trying to remember how to breathe,” I admitted before I could stop herself.His laugh was low and genuine. “Good, I would hate to think I was the on

Lucas's POV I had memorized the pattern.Every morning at 8:30, Deborah would arrive, she was never too late neither too early. It's like punctuality had become her armor.She'd hang her flat with precise movements, set her bag on her desk with deliberate care and power on her. The coffee would be on my table by 8:40am.She walked out without any good morning, any hi or anything at all.She put on her computer without glancing towards my office like she normally would.She knew because I'd been watching.But four days, four days of this excruciating dance where we existed in the same space but occupied different worlds.Now, through the glass wall that separated my office from the bullpen, I watched her review a contract.Her posture was inch perfect. The way she sat down, with her spine straight, shoulders squared. The way she sat down and the curve her butt made, my goodness. It could have me to my knees.Correction, it could have any man to her knees.I could still sense the tensi

Deborah's POVHis composure was cracking now. His voice pitching higher. “Be reasonable. Fifteen million, my investors will ask questions. They'll demand documentation, projections and proof of-”“They'll want whatever you tell them to want.” His tone turned to ice. “You're a smart man, Mr Chen. You know how this works. You knew before you walked into this room.”What is he talking about?Something doesn't feel right. I mean besides the money, why hasn't Chen walked away yet?A look of understanding passed between them that I wasn't even part of as I was surprised that this deal is happening. Chen's face went from red to white in an instant and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I… I understand.” “Good.” Lucas stood smoothly, buttoning his jacket. “My secretary will send you the account details this afternoon.” Me? I don't agree to this deal, I thought quietly to myself. “I look forward to our partnership.”He extended his hand. Chen stared at it

The office was bathed in cold morning light, the kind that made everything look sharper, more exposed. I pushed through the glass door with my shoulder while clutching my coffee cup like a lifeline. My stomach twisted the moment I saw him. Lucas stood by the floor to ceiling windows, his back to me and his hands buried deep in his pockets. His posture was rigid and shoulders squared in that way that made him look like he was bracing for impact. He didn't turn around immediately but I knew he'd hear me come in. The air seemed to him for some reason with all the things that are left to be said.Shouting at me for no reason and now the note. I mean when I took it to the police they said it was normal. The way the officer looked at me, he was expecting it to be a normal thing for me. What a creep.I hesitated near the doorway, my fingers tightening around the cup. The envelope was still in my bag with the photo and cryptic warning burning through the leather.“Morning,” I said finally,

Deborah’s POV Sometimes the CEO has an off day, that's completely understandable. But Lucas isnt having an off day. He is completely off. I can't put my finger on it.He seems colder. Like there's this darkness hovering over him that he doesn't want anyone to see.Why am I saying this?Imagine not flirting with me the whole morning. I know right. The whole morning. The world doesn't evolve around me and it never has and never will. But if there's a chance that Lucas's world evolves around me I would be happy. Although I try to keep it professional, I liked the way he teased me over coffee orders or leaned too close just to see me blush. This morning he was different. Infact distant. His eyes were sharper than usua, his tone clipped and every move he made carried a tension that pricked at my skin.I tried my best to ignore it at first, tried to tell myself it was nothing, but when I placed the morning coffee on his desk, he barely glanced at it.“Too hot,” he muttered flatly alr