Aiden
A touch on the back greeted me.
"Are you all, right?" As he approached my side, Matt remarked.
I reassured my pal, "I'll be alright."
I tried to breathe normally while closing my eyes. Those two had a habit of infuriating me.
"Apart from his physicians, nurse, and bodyguards, I don't want any visits for Grandpa. No one should be permitted to enter his room. Those two, in particular." I murmured, nodding at Fiona and Will as they walked away.
"Done! Do you want to stay the night?" Matt inquired.
I gave a nod.
"I'll arrange for an extra bed for you. Please contact Wendy if you require any other assistance. She works as a nurse. She's also not your type." He joked.
I smiled back at him. ++"Even if she was my type, that's the last thing on my mind. Thank you so much for everything. I appreciate it."
"It'll be OK. I still have some rounds to make and reports to write. If you require any additional assistance, please contact me."
He walked away after giving me an extra pat on the shoulders.
Fiona and William continued to reside in the family mansion for a variety of reasons. My father had written a will a few months before his death, specifying that Fiona and Will be cared for and permitted to remain on the Reiner estate. As long as Fiona continues to be his widow and bear his surname, she was to stay at the family mansion.
Will and I had also received a portion of my father's fortune and company shares. I received 70% of his portion, with the remaining 30% went to Fiona and Will on the condition that I do not push out my half-brother. Even if I hadn't gotten the 70 percent, I wouldn't have done it. Regardless of how unruly he was. He remained my half-brother.
Of course, being in the same house disgusted me. As a result, I remodelled the mansion and built a separate wing for myself. I spent my time at my penthouse on most weekdays. Grandpa, on the other hand, was adamant about staying in the main mansion because it was where he had spent his whole life and would not relocate because of those two 'freaks.' As a result, he was surrounded by bodyguards and security. I didn't have faith in those freaks either.
Fiona and Will resumed their obscene behaviour right in front of Grandpa's eyes.
My father's 30 percent stake in the company, plus the company's stock, could easily support them if they lived modestly. Will, however, was squandering his fortune on gambling, drugs, and prostitutes. Fiona had asked grandpa's help on more than two occasions when Will had been apprehended by the cops. Shutting up the media was another headache.
After ensuring Grandpa's safety and comfort. I removed my jacket and sat down on the bed. My mind strayed involuntarily to the mysterious woman I had seen on the streets.
She had become ingrained in my mind. I'd circled that area several times in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her. I'd even parked my car nearby and waited for her to arrive.
I'd spent so much time wandering around that area and crossing the same crossing as her that I could have done it in my sleep. That was, after all, my usual route.
It was completely ridiculous. I had no idea why I was acting in this manner. What did I hope to accomplish? Bed her? There was no shortage of willing women for me. What good would it do me if I could just get her into my bed? A sense of accomplishment? Wasn't my life already difficult enough? It was most likely due to my workload, which was now catching up with me. Yeah, that’s what it was. I concluded.
The sound of rustling jolted me awake. Grandpa was struggling to get out of bed as I opened my eyes. I threw off my comforter and dashed over to his bed.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?" I said this while grasping his arm.
"Now a man can't even use the restroom without being harassed." The old man, complained.
"Yes, you certainly can. Let me dial the nurse's number." I murmured and pressed the red button besides his bed.
"I don't require the services of a nurse; I am perfectly healthy. I'm not in need of a hospital......"
"Are you trying to flee again, Mr Rainer?" A woman's voice rang forth. A woman dressed in a neat nurse's scrubs entered the room. Her dark hair was pulled back by a blue headband that matched her scrubs. She appeared to be in her 40s and had a pleasant smile.
"Mr. Reiner, how are you? I'm Wendy, and I'll be looking after Mr Rainer, the senior." With a pleasant grin, she addressed me.
"Thank you for your assistance, Wendy. Please address me as Aiden. Grandpa has to go to the bathroom." I stated.
She gave a kind smile.
"No, he doesn't; he has a catheter attached to his body to meet his needs. Mr Rainer, do you want to go for a walk?"
As though she were speaking to a child, she addressed Grandpa. I couldn't keep a smile from appearing on my face.
"I do, and now get this ruddy thing off!" he said gruffly.
I had to intervene to prevent him from removing his drip.
"Grandpa, you must pay attention to this lovely lady. She has come to look after you." I tried to persuade him.
"Thank you so much, I can take care of myself. I'm in great shape l. Now, hurry up and get me home before those jerks wreck everything." He mumbled.
"How about you have your medicine and breakfast, Mr Rainer, and then we'll go for a walk around campus." Wendy offered to help.
My grandfather appeared to relax and contemplate her comments. Wendy's ability to comfort him was impressive, and he eventually seemed satisfied enough to take his medicine and breakfast. I even pushed him in a wheelchair.
I finally left the hospital in the late afternoon. I'd previously dressed up in a white shirt and suit. Thanks to my secretary for sending a few additional outfits. I intended to go straight to my office.
As I was about to depart, Grandpa remarked, "Remember what we talked about Aiden."
"What did we talk about?" I asked, while putting on my jacket.
"Get married and give me an heir."
I sighed exasperatedly.
"Sure, grandfather," I said as I walked away.
I was still sleepy and hadn't gotten enough sleep. So, I went to the local Starbucks to buy some coffee. It would most likely clear my head. I went to the coffee shop and was about to walk in when I noticed a flash of yellow right in front of me. I went completely still. She was right there. I forgot to take a breath and gave her another hard, hungry glance. She was just as stunning as I remembered. Her outfit consisted of a soft yellow blouse and black jeans. She was holding a cup of coffee and rummaging through her bag for something. As she approached me, I locked my gaze on her. Despite the fact that I was well aware that I should have moved. I let her collide with me. Her coffee spilt all over my white shirt as it slipped from her grip. As I stared at her, I scarcely felt the heat. She had come so close.
"I'm really sorry," she apologised. Her voice was warm and husky. My ears began to become red as blood rushed to my brain. She was stunningly attractive. She came to a halt when she gazed up at me. My gaze was drawn to her gorgeous green eyes. In those emerald depths, there was a terrible emptiness. I wanted to learn more about them. The feelings were exposed, and it rocked me to my core.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see," she apologised once more.
I whispered, "I finally found you."
She gave me a perplexed look.
Aiden "Wait, what?" she inquired. She shook her head, noticing my deplorable condition, and said, "Please accept my apologies. Are you all, right?" She seemed to be truly concerned. I grumbled, "You damaged my favourite shirt." Her smile became shaky. "You were blocking my path. I didn't intend to run into you." She stubbornly crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at me. Feisty. I loved feisty. "I said sorry," she said. I blocked her again as she made a move. I told her, "Sorry, it isn't enough." Her lips were stunning. Just a whiff of those cherry lips was enough to drive a man insane. I said, "It's not fair, I lost a shirt, and you lost your coffee." "So, you'd like me to go out and purchase you a shirt?" Her gorgeous eyes enlarged as she was taken aback. "No, I'll buy you a cup of coffee." I made an offer. She locked her gaze on me for another minute before tilting her head to one side, revealing her neck to me. I wanted to kiss it. "I'm OK; I don't want any coffee
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Sydney- Mike wished me luck for my interview as he dropped me off near Reiner towers. "Thank you," I said, my gaze fixed on the enormous structure. "Don't be worried; you'll do fine." Mike patted the top of my head. The Reiner tower resembled the standard metal and glass high-rise tower. I crossed the road and entered a huge foyer. It was crowded with people coming and going. The brown granite floor reflected them like a mirror. I approached the reception desk, where a nicely dressed woman handed me a visitor permit and directed me to the 30th floor. I took the elevator to the 30th floor. It opened into a stylishly decorated foyer with a plush green carpet that gave it a grassy impression and an entire glass wall on the right side. I could see the entire city's skyline. "How may I assist you?" My reverie was broken when a lady at the smaller reception asked. I replied, "I'm here for the interview, for the intern positions." "Please provide me with your name and photo ID. Mr. Ra
"Come on, Sydney, open the door!" For the past half-hour, Leah had been beating on her door. Sydney screamed from inside her room, "I don't want to talk Leah, just leave me alone!" Her eyes were red and puffy when she returned. She had obviously been crying. She then locked herself in her room and refused to eat her meal. Leah had given her a couple of hours' time alone, but she was suddenly concerned. "This is it, I'm calling Mike," Leah declared emphatically before dialling Mike's number. He was on his way downstairs in no time. **************** Sydney ************* Mike's calming voice asked me to open the door when I heard a knock. "Leave me alone," I yelled back. "I'd leave, but who would prepare the dinner? You know Leah is a terrible chef, and I'm starving." Mike yelled out loud. "Hey! I'm not a terrible cook!" Leah shut him down. "Oh, no! Yes, you are; you can't even make good mac & cheese." He retorted with a snide remark. I couldn't keep a smile from appearing on m
"Would you like to dance, Miss Rosbak?" Aiden inquired, oblivious to the girl standing next to her. Her expression was priceless, and she was breathtakingly lovely up close. Her clothing matched her green eyes. It's all the more tempting because of that. Her dress, which appeared modest from the front, but it didn't have a back and ended in a deep V at her waist. Her soft, gorgeous skin was on show, beckoning him to touch it. Why is God so cruel? He sighed. He had put his hand on her delicate waist and steered her to the dance floor before she could say anything. Her eyes had narrowed into slits by this time, and she was furious. She gave him a panicked expression. He chuckled to himself, 'Still feisty.' "What are you doing here?" She asked. "I have the same question, but to be honest, I don't give a damn. Isn't it wonderful to see each other again?" He grinned. She froze and frowned at him the instant he smiled down at her. "Are you stalking me?" she inquired. "Stop thinking so
Sydney I was still smiling as I moved towards the bar. A hand stopped me, and I whipped around to face Mike. "Gosh, you scared me!" I spoke. He inquired, "Where were you?" I explained, "I was just out for some fresh air." "What happened earlier? That man. You know who he was?" Mike asked. I nodded, "Aiden Rainer, the CEO of the Reiner group." "How do you know him?" "He took my interview, and I refused the offer," I sighed. Mike's eyes swelled to the size of saucers. "Why?" "Because he is an arrogant man who believes he can have any damn woman because of his looks and his absurd bank balance. He has a lot of delusions about himself. He believes he is charming and that ladies will fall at his feet begging him to take them, but he is mistaken. The only ladies he can ever hope to attract are those feather-headed, goose-brained, clingy knuckleheads. I don't want to see him again because he is a shallow man." "Ah, I see." "Thank God, you see," I murmured, and then it dawned on me
Sydney To spend time on Monday morning, I awoke early and worked on some of my projects. My internship, which I would be undertaking at the Reiners, was my last semester of art school. Except for submitting my report, I didn't need to return to school. On the other side of the flat, I heard Leah's door open. "Coffee?" I inquired happily as I peered out of my room. Leah pouted and rubbed her eyes sleepily. She despised getting out of bed in the morning. She offered a half-hearted nod and walked inside the bathroom. I grinned and began preparing breakfast for the two of us. Leah reappeared half an hour later, happily sniffing the warm aroma of fried bacon and coffee. "You really do seem cheery," she commented as she sat down at the dining table. "Smells fantastic." "It's the beginning of a new life, so of course I'm glad and joyful," I said with a smile. "Sure," Leah responded, a mysterious smile on her face. I made a funny face at her and returned to my coffee. "Mike isn't going
With a thunderous bang, he shut the door and turned to face her. She was sprawled on a massive king-sized bed, staring at him down from across the room. Her eyes were ablaze with terror and rage. When he saw her spread out on the bed, his heart raced. Without saying anything, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The terrified, apprehensive girl trembled as she imagined what was to come, yet her arrogance remained engraved on her face. In a raspy voice, she snarled, "Stay away from me." It was dripping in venom. How could someone be so dangerous while also being so vulnerable? Her pearly flawless skin drew his gaze. Her noble Grecian nose was held high even as she lay like a victim, her silken tresses, the dreamy almond eyes that gazed at him. As she struggled to move, her neck arched. Instead, it highlighted the seductive small mole on her olive-toned skin. Her muscular legs wrenched away from him. It was almost as if she were the predator and he were the prey. He walked