Chapter Four: Don't Come Near Me.

Chapter Four: Don’t Come Near Me.

Brandon’s POV:

SHE DIDN’T RECOGNIZED me, and it’s frustrating so much that I become stubborn whenever she’s around. I want her to know that I am mad as fuck knowing that she didn’t remember everything that we’ve done that night. Maybe if I act heartless in front of her, she remembers.

“Make sure to organize every folder, make it alphabetically order,” I told her.

She quickly nodded and started to go to the shelves where my files are displayed. As she turned her back to me, I saw how her back curves perfectly to her plump behind. The way her hips swayed whenever she walks was so damn sexy that I couldn’t take my eyes off. I want her to stop wearing those kind of clothes ever since last week but knowing that I couldn’t have the chance to see that beautiful bottom stopped me from doing that. I know that I shouldn’t be this pervert but I couldn’t help when she’s showing off her pretty features.

When she faced me carrying the box full of files, I quickly turned my head to the screen of my laptop, trying to focus on my work. Thankfully, because I have loads of work to do I inverted my attention to it. I put on my glasses and started working. An hour had passed and I saw her standing up making her way to put back the boxes but because it was too heavy for her, she couldn’t lift it properly. My brow arched after seeing her struggle from climbing a small stair.

Shaking my head, I stood up and went over to help her put back the boxes.

“If you need help tell me. You might fall off all the boxes and your efforts will go waste if it happened,” I said.

“Yes, S-sir…” she replied. Her head was down, avoiding my gaze.

My eyes went to her chest that was revealing a hint of her cleavage. I gulped as cold sweat started to bead on my forehead, that’s when I had the courage to tell her about how she dressed up.

“Can you at least wear something decent?” I asked.

She looked up at me. Her upturned brown eyes made me feel what she was feeling right now, nervous and scared. Her small nose, her plump lips and the way the side of it lifted to say something, I couldn't help but crave for. Her beauty was effortless and it frustrates me more.

“I’m wearing decent clothes, Sir,” she replied.

She’s wearing a white v-neck long sleeves polo that suits her black pencil skirt, paired with pencil heel pumps. She looks decent when other people look at her but for me it wasn’t. It feels like she’s seducing me. Damn, I didn't feel this kind of irritation and nervousness whenever a woman is around. Even though when I first met Sara in a bikini, I never felt this desire. How could this happen to me?

“Next time don’t reveal your cleavage,” I told her.

“Is this a distraction for you, Sir?”

My brow arched after she asked. “What?”

“Yes Sir, I’ll do that tomorrow.”

The next day, she really did wear a much more decent attire. She wore a baby blue button down blouse and fitted black slacks. Seeing her now, it is not revealing nor a distraction to me. But damn, she still looks sexy in that attire. I think there is nothing wrong with what she wears, it was really me who has perverted mind thinking that she’s seducing me.

I thought making her wear decent more formal attire would make me stop being stubborn. But then I still ended up scolding her even in the smallest things that she did wrong. Well, sometimes it wasn't wrong but I still find a way to get mad at him.

It frustrates me thinking that I get mad at her easily. It wasn't my intention and it wasn't my plan. The reason why I hired her is to apologize for what I did five years ago but then it turned out to be hell to her. Every time I scold her, my mind stops thinking perverted things in exchange of giving her a heartbreak.

“The newly launched products by Atlanta Food Corporation were selling higher than ours this past few months and we need to launch new and completely different products from them. It was a banana cream pie but is smaller and easy to bite. It was also filled with chocolate. Their banana cream pie made its way to be popular on the internet and now suggested by popular influencers.”

We are currently in the middle of a meeting and I couldn't process my mind because Kayla is beside me. She was playing with her fingers, biting on her nails while listening to Ales that was reporting in front of us.

“Theo has a proposal to upgrade our apple cream pie. He’ll report it right now.” Ales turned his head to Theo. “You can report now.”

Theo stood up holding a folder while a USB is on his other hand. I sighed when I saw on my peripheral vision that Kayla kept on playing on her fingers and then she’ll write down something on her note. And then she’ll play with it again. It is fucking irritating!

“Thank you, Ales. Here’s my—”

Theo suddenly stopped from what he was about to say when I turned to Kayla and yelled at her.

“Can you stop playing with your fingers?”

All of the board members looked at me as well as Kayla, her expression says she’s confused.

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“Stop playing with your fingers, it distracts me!” I exclaimed. “Can you just leave so we can all focus?”

Her face turned pale after what I said, her eyes glistened, she look scared because of the humiliation. I licked my lips as I sighed. Conscience run through my chest as she bowed her head, stood up and then walked outside the meeting room. I caught my temple and gently massage it to lessen the pain. This is getting into my nerves. If I can’t control myself, something might happen to me.

“Continue on what you were saying, Theo.”

I was not like this before. I don't usually humiliate my employees in front of their workmates, this was the first time. When the meeting ended, I quickly rushed to the restroom to wash my face, at least get a cold splash of water to freshen up my mood.

But when I was about to get in the restroom, a loud sob made me stop. I heard someone crying in the lady’s restroom. The door was slightly opened and I saw who was in front of the mirror crying while washing her face. Guilt eat me up while looking at her cry. How could I be so stubborn to the point she cried because of it. This is not the way I should apologize to her…

Instead of going to the restroom, I waited for her. It took about five minutes before she walked outside. She was still wiping off her face when she realized I was standing in the front door.

Her eyes widened, it was evident that she’s scared at me. I opened my mouth and closed it, trying to find the right word to say. But before I could say a word, she quickly bowed her head then apologized.

“I’m really sorry for my actions, Sir. I really didn't know that you hated playing fingers. It’s my mannerism. If it’s okay with you, can you list down the things that you didn't want me to do? I want to try harder…”

I closed my eyes then pressed my lips before clearing my throat and answered. “You don’t have to do that, lift your head now, Kayla.”

She hesitantly looked up at me, still scared.

“I should apologize to you. For two weeks you did your best as a secretary. It was me who was stubborn…” I told her, almost whispering. “I’m sorry if I made you upset, if I humiliate you inside the meeting room. That won't happen again.”

She sighed and then gave me a smile, that smile didn't reach her eyes but then I think that was her relieved smile. We walked back to my office silently. Like nothing happened back in the meeting room.

I continued to my table while she told me she’ll go back to her table outside my office. I nodded and let her…

But after a few minutes of battling with my inner self, I grabbed on the phone beside my laptop and called her.

“Hello, Sir?”

“Give me a cup of coffee.”

“Coming up!”

Licking my lips, I put down the phone and stretched out my arms up to ease my back pain. I need to see her. Every time she’s out of my sight knowing that she’s near me, it makes me feel so mad.

About ten minutes, a knock made me lift up my head. “Come in!”

Kayla entered my office holding a cup of coffee. As she slowly walked towards me, her aura made me realize that I am slowly getting attached to her. The way she moves, her sweet scent, and her expressions… It is slowly making me want her and it’s addictive. I haven't felt this kind of desire before. I fell in love with Sara but it’s not the way I am attracted to Kayla. Is it lust?

“Here Sir, enjoy!” she said.

She was about to turn her back to me but I caught her hand. The moment I touched her hand, a tingling sensation sent shivers down my spine. It feels like there was a spark… a spark that only when you finally found your mate.

But… How could that possibly happen?

My fangs started to grow as I slowly stood up and leaned forward to her. She was looking at me, tense but not wanting to step back. It was what I felt that night while we are having sex. The exact feeling of desire and connection.

This is wrong!

I pulled her closer to me and her breast bumped into my chest. We are still looking at each other, not wanting to cut off the connection.

“Don’t…” I breathed. “Don’t come near me again or you’ll regret it.”