CHAPTER 003

Kayla’s POV

The sound of my phone won't let me have a peaceful sleep. I rolled continuously on the bed, unable to get up.

I stretched my hand towards the table and after the third attempt, I caught it.

“Isn't too early” I groaned, placing the phone close to my ear.

“This is the only time I can get you to pick up my call”

My face hardened at the sound of the voice. I jotted up the bed and continued.

“What do you want?”

“ A very pleasant way to talk to your mother Hun? After refusing to pick up my call all day”

“You almost had me lose my job today!” I snapped, pissing out.

I don't know why she finds it hard to understand that I do not want to talk to her.

“It's just a job; I mean, you could find another,” she responded, feeling nonchalant about it.

“Mom!” I screamed, “Well, I'm not surprised; you always want everything ruined, just like you did six years ago,” My voice broke.

Six years ago, I lost my dad, the only one who cared so much about me, to her reckless, nonchalant attitude. If she

“Princess, I thought we had moved past it?” she asked.

She made me feel like it was a thing that could move over, just like that. Because it was easy for her doesn't make it easier for another.

It is my Dad we are talking about.

He literally died in front of me.

“What do you want?” I asked again.

“I thought of sharing the good news with you. I met someone- “Again!?” I exclaimed.

“He is so nice, caring, and fifty-rich. "He would like to meet with his stepdaughter,” she added, causing me to chuckle dryly.

“You will him- - I am done having this conversation.” I ended the call before she could say any more words.

Two years later, I had lost my dad. Mom came home with her little baby, introducing him as my stepdad. She couldn't even wait to properly mourn Dad.

In the last three years, I have met with three stepfathers already and it is becoming tiring. More reasons why I chose to stay in a different city, and she still won't let me be.

“A business trip!?” I glanced at Lucas, who stood in front of me.

“Do you have a problem with that?” he asked.

“No!”- is not like I have a choice. It is expected of me to travel with my boss if needed. I do not enjoy traveling, mostly traveling by air.

It makes me panic as hell.

He instructed his butler to drive me home so I could park a few of the things I would need for the trip.

We arrived at the airport where we boarded his private jet. I wrapped my hands tightly together, my legs shaking as I tried hard not to make it obvious.

“Are you okay?” Tate asked. “Yes, I'm very good sir,” my voice stammered.

“Have you sent the proposal pitch out?” He continued, his gaze won't move away from me.

“Not yet,” I responded, and his face hardened. “I will just do it right away”. I opened my laptop and went straight into my mailer.

My stomach started rumbling; I could feel a surge passing through my throat. Exactly the same feeling I get while traveling over air.

It felt like I was going to throw up.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. His face was held with concern.

“Yes– I covered my mouth and rushed into the ladies’ room.

I got in, throwing up whatever that might be lumping in my throat.

“Kayla? Are you okay?”

I froze, hearing Mr. Tate's voice.

“Do you need medical attention?”

The door pushed open.

“How are you feeling?” He closed the gap between us and placed his hand on my forehead. His body closed enough that I could hear the sound of his breath.

My skin reacted like a jot of electricity had passed through it.

At this point, I didn't know what I wanted anymore. Just a few hours later, I craved a hot night with him; another minute, my heart was beating like it was going to pull out.

You think that might be love!?

I don't fucking believe in that. I would rather

I gently laid my head on his broad shoulder.

The atmosphere became quiet and tense.

He raised my head, our eyes locked together. This time he was staring deep into my soul.

My head slowly moved, wanting to have a taste of his lips; it was so close that I had almost had it when he suddenly stopped.

“What do you want?” he whispered over my neck.

I softly took a deep breath, with my eyes clothed– “I want you- I spoke softly.

“I know, you want me”, I glanced at him.

“You always check me out seductively. "It's all written over your face”, he continued.

“ I am Possessive! I do not share! Whatever I have belongs to me forever!”

I felt a heavy lump in my throat, unable to say anything as I stared deep into his blue eyes.

“You still want me? "Hun?” he questioned.

“I thought as much”

He walked out. I gulped down whatever was in my throat.

The two-day trip turned out to be a total disaster. I couldn't concentrate well at every gathering. Lucas kept showing up everywhere, helping me and covering for my loop.

It was more like he did all of that intentionally. I felt tortured every single second of it.

Back in the office.

Every one of my colleagues had clocked off work. It was taking Lucas forever in his office. I had some other plans with Hunter late in the evening and I just couldn't wait any more seconds.

I opened the office door.

Lucas stood tall in his office. He had just his shirt on him, the upper part of the shirt unbuttoned, revealing his broad chest.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, taking steps one after another, closing the gap between us.

I gulped down the lump in my throat.

Gently caressed his broad shoulder. I raised my head, glancing at him when he grabbed me by the neck.

“Ahnn- I released a soft moan in his mouth.