Aanya's POV:
"What the fuck are you doing here?" the voice was as icy and empty as his eyes but it still stood out in the dark, like his voice.
I quickly stood up but that seemed to be one of the worst decisions I made "I got lost. What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me?" my days, I am not thinking about who I am talking to. I hate my mouth for acting like a firecracker sometimes, I always knew this mouth of mine was going to get me in trouble.
"The world doesn't revolve around you for me to stalk you. It is useless to me to stalk you. You are in my land. So, I have the right to be here."
"I am sorry. I will leave now." I went past him and quickly got out of the alleyway. To be honest, I was going to ask him to show me a way out as I don't know which way I came from and I am scared of the dark but I knew better than to ask.
But I guess I have a little bit of luck left and I just used it to come out. I walked back to my apartment but this time I knew someone was stalking me so I sped up, but he still caught me.
"Where do you think you are going, princess?" this is not the ice-cold voice I expected, it's the most disgusting one I have ever heard. He was holding me by my throat and he pushed me to the wall nearby. He started touching me.
No, no, no, not this. Not again.
"See boys I told you she is a fine piece. I had my taste long ago but I am going to have a taste again and give the rest to you" he chuckled and his eyes were covered with an amusing glint. Behind him stood few men with bottles in thier hands
"No, Alex please don't. You can't do this. Leave me. I beg you. Please."
"No princess. And keep pleading for the bed. It's going to be a long fun night outside, Isn't it?"
He can't do this again. He already did. I want to scream and push him away but I can't, I am weak and useless. Tears streaming down my face were like a dam broke out. His "boys" went away according to his order. He started tearing my shirt and I closed my eyes and which earned me a slap he said "I want you to enjoy this princess. Keep your eyes open and watch everything."
That opened another door inside me and with everything I have, I pushed him away. I ran even when I was out of breath and even when his men came I ran, I just knew I had to. When I saw a road it was like hop and I ran there but I couldn't slow down when the car nearly hit me.
The last thing I saw was the face of the driver. Before falling to the ground and losing consciousness.
This is much better.
Aanya's POV: When you don't have anyone else you would want your close friends with you. That's what Ryan and Charlotte were giving me, their presence and comfort. The whole of last week I was spent resting and getting back to myself in the hospital. I visited my dad and Chester twice that week. They don't know what happened to me and they will never know it. No one will know it except Ryan and Charlotte. Now I was back to work trying to forget everything. My phone rang and I took it out to see it was Ashley. "Hey Aanya, what's up?" she asked as soon as I took the call. "Hmm.. let me see. I see a grey and white ceiling. What's up there for you?" "A brain, duh..." "When did you become a murderer?" "I am not now but I may become one in the future. So you still working? How is everything over there?" "Well, yes I am still working and everything over here is.... okay I guess." "Are you busy?" "Erm... actually yes. Can I call you after getting home or tomorrow?" She said a quick
Aanya's POV: I was wearing a black sleeveless top and black pants with a grey blazer on top of it. I had a belt securing my pants in its place. I wore my black and white trainers with them. I was in front of Mr Alexander's office, as the assistant led me to, waiting for him to finish the meeting and to have a talk. 10 mins later he finished his meeting and I saw 3 people coming out of his office. I was called in after 2mins. I was shocked to see it was the same guy that took the interview for me that day. "Good Morning, Miss Grey. How are you doing?" he asked "Morning sir. Am doing good. Thanks" "Please call me Mason. As you know I am the vice president but you will be working for the CEO directly as his personal assistant, as the last one he had was a bit... of the wrong choice. Come on, let's walk and talk." "Okay" "What you are going to do for him is unknown to me as he is an unpredictable person. So, I would say to be prepared for anything, even unexpected travelling. 1 or 2
Aanya's POV: I don't know if he is mental ill or not, but personally I think he is. And I also don't know how I survived these 3 long weeks. Mental and a workaholic person. No heart, only brains. His demands are ridiculous. Schedule:8:00 am - I need to be in the office 8:30 am - Mr Rodrigues is in his office 8:45 am - He needs a hot tea with 2 cubes of sugar. After that, I need to read out his entire agenda for the day to him. Then he will give me a ton load of paperwork to finish. 1 1:30 am - He needs another hot tea. 1:00 pm - Exactly at that time he needs his lunch on his table, hot. The shop he needs food from is next door but it is busy as hell, it takes one hour to get the food. 3:00 pm - He needs his coffee with 1 cube of sugar in it. After that, he gives me another set of paperwork to complete before 5 pm. The first two days were chaotic. Sometimes he would have a meeting out of nowhere and I have to go with him. After the office work, I still need to go to the cafe an
Aanya's POV: "Do you want me to take action against him? " Ashley asked "Erm... yeah no thanks. I think I will manage on my own. And I am sure you don't want to cross paths with him. " "What the fuck? Which bloody company do you even work for? You said you got a job but you never mentioned where." "TheRodriguezIndustries," I said quickly fearing her reaction."Oh, I am sorry. I don't speak Googoo gaagaa " she said not understanding what I said "Gurl, the f*ck. I said The Rodriguez Industries. " "WHAT THE FUCK!! Yes, I don't want an encounter with that guy. " she said and started laughing hard "and you work for him as his personal assistant." she laughed more "Yeah, it's not going to be funny when you get my head delivered to you on a silver platter, is it? " I said but she just laughed more. This girl. "Well, I need your help. I had to go to dinner with him to meet a client of his, but he didn't say how to dress up but the restaurant I reserved for him is a nice rich one. So? "
Aanya's POV: Some people are excited and giddy to be the centre of attention whereas there are some people who would rather have sharp objects thrown at your heart than be the centre of attention. Yes, I am the latter. It kills me every milli-second knowing someone has got their eyes on me. "Aanya come in," Mason called out from the room. Before I could even sit down he said "Quit your job over here" "What?" "You heard it. You are dismissed from being my P.A. " "You can't do that. I need this job. " "Aanya don't listen to him. Ignore what he said and listen to what I am saying, okay? " I nodded and turned to him "Aanya, the media needs more juice, the board of directors needs an explanation, the stocks have been going down, and many more because of the incident. So, we decided that you are to quit but you are going to get married too... Evan" Mason explained "What!! No, I can't marry him. People will start questioning me and my family will kill me.""Trust me I thought of eve
Aanya's POV: The 2-and-a-half-hour plane was dreadful but peaceful. It was so quiet and I was glad I took a book so that I could read. After that day everything took a turn. When my father and brother knew it they were ecstatic because I found the ideal man to marry. I told Ashley the whole thing, even about the contract and divorce after 1 year. Arya my friend from India heard about it and she called me to ask I told her everything too. They are the only people I trust in this world right now. I slowly started planning the wedding trying to make it not that expensive but it can also show it is a dream wedding. Now, I was torn between the decision of sending my mother and sister an invitation or not to send them. If they come they are going to meet papa and Chester and I haven't talked to them in ages. I still remember Chester asking me if we could ask Maria, our sister, for some money for father. When we landed in Ernia and got out, there was a car outside waiting for us. I didn't
Aanya's POV: Analeigh Stevens, 26 years old. She is beautiful with brown eyes and blonde hair. Zandra got her looks from her mother and Zander got his looks from his father. Analeigh and Ryker had a business-arranged marriage a few years ago and their children were 2 years old now, but I can see it in Ana eyes that she loves her husband – the sparkle in her eyes says a lot. Amara and Amyra Rodriguez, age 19. They got their looks from their mother. Amyra is doing law and Amara was a designer and both of them are in university right now. Chloe is another story, we have not spoken to each other but the glares I have been getting from her tells me everything I needed to know. We all planned to go to the mall this week before we go back to Earkria, with Patricia. I showed them my plans for the wedding and they were all excited and happy about it. ----3 weeks later---- Nervousness is not the right word but at the same time, I don't know what the right words are. The theme was rose-gold
Aanya's POV: We finally reached the hall, the reception hall. It was small with stage in the middle, an arc on top of where the bride and groom are supposed to sit for the pictures that are to be taken and tables around us for the guest to eat and enjoy, hopefully. I changed my dress into a peach strapless dress that reached my ankles it had a same colour cloak short covering my shoulder. The makeup artist re-touched my make lightly. And let my hair fall down free. Business partners, friends and relatives kept coming with gifts and other things congratulating both of us. “Mom!! Maria!!” “Hello darling, congratulations. My baby has grown up.” “Congratulations Sis!!” “Thanks. I am glad both of you could make it.” They moved to talk to Evan. To be honest I was not expecting them to come, although I sent an invitation. I haven’t talked to them in ages, years even. Soon it was time to eat. The bride, groom and their family together is supposed to sit together in one table. ‘Thank go