Chapter 2

Mrs. Thorne in the Making

Everybody just can't stop staring at this head-turner lady boss. Her appeal was over the top, and her long semi-sheer red puff-sleeve dress just added to her already oozing effect to the crowd.

Maeve Miller, was then, still oblivious to her surroundings. She was too busy wracking her brain in maintaining the stability of the very business her useless father had passed unto her.

If only her mother was still alive, MBC Bank and Finance would never be easily trampled on the ground like it is now.

She was busy studying and working her ass off overseas. Not caring a bit about her estranged Dad who had caused her mother's pain for years before she finally died.

The family lawyer from her mother's side was the one who took the initiative to contact her and disclose the pitiful state of the company. It is now on the verge of bankruptcy and currently on the line to be under the hands of the 'manipulator' in the city.

"Yeah, manipulator my ass." she hissed to herself as she saw September Thorne sitting comfortably on her swivel chair.

Irritation immediately crawled up into her as her brows furrowed before she entered the room to let her presence known.

"What are you doing here?" she asked her supposed to be 'guest'. She sounded rude but the hell she cares! This guy was the manipulator who had his eyes on the company her beloved mother worked hard for.

September rose up from her chair and signaled Falcon, who was silently standing by the door. The butler immediately left the office as per his order.

A playful smile immediately appeared on his face as he faced the poker-faced beauty in front of him.

"Hmm... what do you think?" he asked playfully.

Maeve can't seem to wrap her head around this guy. Everyone told her that this guy was dangerous, manipulative to be exact. But she can't see that scary guy but instead, all she can see was a flirty and pretentious man.

Just what does he want from her?

"I don't have time to play with you, Mr. Thorne," she said dismissively.

September held back the irritation since he knows that he needed to gather all the patience he could have to woo this girl.

"Then maybe you have time for lunch?" he insisted.

Maeve, losing her patience put down her bag on the leather couch before she took her time to walk towards him.

It was a normal stride, however, to September's point of view, Maeve's walk seems to be in slow motion. He can't help but to gasped as he realized once again how deeply infatuated he is with this woman.

"You know what Mr. Thorne?" Unconsciously, September gulped multiple times as his gaze fell towards Maeve's cold eyes.

"I really don't have any free time when it comes to you. Go find another pussy to bang. I'm not up for any hangouts with you, Mr. Manipulator." She said in a whisper type of voice. Their faces inches away from each other.

September hated how she looks so unaffected with their short of personal space while he, himself felt like his breath was being taken away.

Just what type of sorcery is this?!

"Why?" He asked huskily after a while, he finally succeeded in gathering his wits together and decided to take the upper hand in the conversation.

He took a step closer and held her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Their body against each other. But Maeve's facial expression didn't even shift a bit.

The corner of Maeve's rosy thin lips lifted into something near a smirk as she raised her hands and touched his hair. September felt the hair on his neck stood up upon contact.

"You see, Mr. Thorne. I'm not really interested in you, not with your money, your activities, or anything that involves you. I'm just really not into you." She said it so sweetly but then it caused a sharp hit on September's heart.

Right. The only woman he wanted doesn't want him back. How great is that?

"What do you exactly hate about me?" Maeve stifled a laugh after hearing his question before she used her right hand to push him away to get some comfortable distance.

"I hate everything about you. Especially that you're now eyeing my business? It just made me hate you more." She said as she crossed her arms while facing the guy who seems to be the nightmare of the city.

"Then, how should we change that?" He asked as he leaned back a bit to the table and crossed his arms challengingly as well.

"There's no changing that." She said with finality. But to her astonishment, September Thorne chuckled without humor before he stood up properly, inserted both of his hands inside his pockets as he leisurely walked towards her.

"Aww...too bad. You're already Mrs. Thorne on the making." He whispered to her ears before stealing a swift kiss on her cheeks.

Maeve's not one to dwell too much on that action. Staying overseas for years had long accustomed her to such actions. However, what bothered her was his words.

What Mrs. Thorne? Has he lost his mind?

"What do you mean?" She asked cautiously. She remembered how her mother's lawyer reminded her about this manipulator. And she doesn't have any intention of being manipulated.

Instead of answering, September displayed an overjoyed expression as he shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'who knows', before he left her office, completely bagging the victory.

Maeve watched September's car leave the building through the floor-ceiling window of her office.

She can't seem to shake off that nagging feeling that there's something with that asshole's words.

Mrs. Thorne?

There's no way she'll marry that jerk!

But just after that statement formed in her mind, her phone started ringing. She took a deep breath before answering her father's call.

"What is it?" She asked in an exasperated manner.

This old guy just never stops giving her problems. She's been long wondering what her mother loved about this useless bum.

"Free up your schedule on the twenty-third of the month." Mason Smith, her biological dad which she wishes wasn't, ordered.

"Why? My schedule was crammed with meetings for---"

"You're getting married." Her eyes widened. She shifted her phone from her left ear to the right.

"Just what the hell are you talking about?!" She yelled.

"You're getting married." He repeated which infuriated her even more.

"It's the only way to save the company." He added as if that would change everything.

Her eyes went back to the large window as she remembered September's words.

Mrs. Thorne in the making huh?