Deceiving Dimitri

~Hazel's POV~Darkness befallen over the hall before a tiny flame flickered, illuminating all that was present in the room. A dozen pairs of eyes broadened, taking the shade of amber, and in a hubbub, everyone yelled, “Happy Birthday, Lauren!”As instructed, John switched the lights back on, and I approached the coffee table, setting the strawberry cake in the middle; a customized candle shaped as the numbers seventy-six centered the top. Chuckling at the hungry expressions, I clapped my hands. “Come, come, everyone. It's time.” Like a swarm of aged bees, forty people rushed forward, huddling around a flushed Lauren who, even at this age, looked almost like a fairy tale princess in her pink fluffy gown. “Cut it, cut it, Laurie. I ain't getting any younger,” Ben urged, bouncing his frail body as much as his age let him, and everyone burst out laughing.Handing the knife to L

The words came out of his mouth with such venom, it rendered me terror-stricken since I stepped foot in this cabin. I sat across him, listening to his schedules and noting them down, my fingers trembling over the keys on the iPad. But my heart, however, pounded from only fear I couldn't say for my eyes were glued to the hazardous beauty before me and ears to his silvery voice. His looks were something that stopped people in their tracks, urging to look once more, to devour the handsomeness to the eyes' content; features so sharp and defined as if molded out of granite, midnight hair so thick and lustrous my hand etched to run through them, and those catastrophic gray eyes if wished could bring out even the darkest of one's secrets with one glance. But I had to control myself, yet I couldn't until he looked up from his laptop. Tearing my gaze, I peered down, my ears burning like it took a visit to the Sahara desert. Fear, fasci

“Congratulations, Ms Green! The deal is ours because of your excellent performance yesterday.” “Thank you, Mr Cortez!” I gratified. Yeah, the Kingston Corp won the deal which explained Montero's mood after the meeting. He hadn't contacted me yet, and that was both relieving and frightening at the same time. I couldn't fathom what he might be planning next. “BTW, I'm sorry for what happened there,” he said, looking genuinely sorry, although it wasn't his fault.“It's alright.” I smiled. Even if he was a rude asshole, he kicked me out for my own good. Though everyone already saw what could be seen including Mr Cortez. My cheeks reddened realizing that, and my eyes wandered about until they fell on the black leather folder on his desk, written on the cover was 'V.V.I.' i.e. very, very important. “What's that?” His eyes followed mine, and his demeanor changed. “Uh, it's nothing.” He grabbed

A cloud of white balloons hung above the head, and fairy lights sparkling in-between, resembled thousands of stars. On my left, on the spotlighted stage dwelled a large, three-storied cake with the numbers, ten thousand, written on it with decorative icing. Yes. It was a celebration day, for the Kingston Corporation had secured the first place in possessing the most number of hotels and resorts around the world.I still didn't understand the silence from the Montero division. If he really planned to take the Kingstons down, then why was he not taking any action? Why was he letting them win without a hard fight? It wasn't like my deft method of presentation won the deals at the table, no, but because there was no actual effort from the other side. It almost felt like the calm before a colossal storm hit the curbs of the Kingston fort. However, since I was the one in assistance of its crea

"Look out!" A gasp left my mouth as I whipped around. But before I could dash to the direction, someone wrapped their arms around me like a shield, and a booming sound rang through the store, followed by a glass, shattering to the ground. Breathing heavy, I slowly moved Blake's hand blocking my vision and peered at the mess before me. Two men held one by his arms on the floor, and another took the gun in his possession. At the farthest corner were huddled the saleswoman and her companions, and a few feet before them stood the targeted, a long slit gracing his newly-worn suit.  Unknowingly, an exhalation of relief left my lips. I didn't know what I was so afraid about. Perhaps that someone hated him so desperately that they deemed, sending a gunman to murder him in a customer-packed mall would be the perfect plan. But the question was who was that hater.  A lump formed in my throat as I glanced at Blake who poss