LOGINMADELYN'S POV My face burned red as I stood under the shower... No amount of water is reducing the heat inside my body... The way his body was pressed against mine... His face was so close that a little move could start something none of would want..Or would want... I don't know... What embarrasing more was how I reacted... I should have pushed him away... I should have said something to anger him , I should have insulted him with something harsh but in that moment I stood there being dumb... A total dumb... I didn't move a muscle.. I didn't even push him away... And I was waiting?Waiting for that gap to close.. Hoping he would come near more and...." Argh!!!! "I yelled in frustration when I remembered his face... For a moment he was in a trance too... But he snapped back before me and that smug look? I want to punch it off his face!!! It's not like I have never been with other guys.. Not like guys never flirted with me but with him? It felt so... So different! I shook my head
MADELYN'S POV I regretted every life decision I had ever made. Every. Single. One. Especially the decision to drink free alcohol. My head felt like someone had invited a marching band to perform inside my skull. I groaned and dragged myself out of bed. The memories from last night came back one by one. Meeting Mr. Moretti. Learning about my grandfather. Getting drunk. Unfortunately, getting rescued by Wyne. Very unfortunately. And then... The image of him standing in front of that door. My stomach twisted. Thankfully I had woken up before anything happened and he got too curious and found out my truth... I rubbed my face. "Okay. Take a deep breath, Maddy.... Everything is fine. Nothing happened. Nobody knew anything. Life could continue normally." The moment I stepped into the office building, I knew something was wrong. People were looking at me. Not in the usual way. In a curious way. A suspicious way. As if everyone was waiting for something. I frowned. Did I accidentally si
MADELYN'S POV The moment the door slammed shut, I dropped my forehead against it. Thud. A long breath escaped my lips. "Holy shit..." My heart was pounding so hard that it felt painful. For a few seconds, I simply stood there, trying to process everything that had happened. Then my eyes slowly drifted toward the hallway. Toward that door. The locked door. My stomach twisted. If I had woken up even a minute later... If Wyne had somehow managed to get curious enough... If he had stayed there any longer... No. I immediately shook my head. No point thinking about it. Nothing happened. Everything was fine. Everything was still hidden just the way it needed to be. I pushed myself away from the door and stumbled toward my bedroom. The room spun slightly. I drank way too much alcohol. I groaned. "My head..." I collapsed face-first onto the mattress. The blanket tangled around my legs. My shoes were gone. For a moment, my drunk brain tried to figure out where they had disappe
WYNE'S POV "This can't be real... This should be like a revenge..." I muttered under my breath. Yet my eyes drifted back to the picture again. At some point, even I realized I was acting ridiculous. I quickly locked my phone and shoved it into my pocket. The rest of the ride passed in uncomfortable silence. Well... For me. Madelyn slept through the entire thing while using my shoulder as her personal mattress. "We're here, sir." The driver's voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked outside. Madelyn's apartment building. Finally. I glanced down at the sleeping woman. "Ms. Davenport." Nothing. "Madelyn." Nothing. Was she in a coma? I sighed. "Of course." I carefully got out of the car while carrying her. Her head immediately fell against my chest. One arm wrapped around my neck. Wonderful. If any of my shareholders saw me right now, I'd never hear the end of it. After entering the building, I somehow managed to reach her apartment door. Then another problem appeared. The do
WYNE'S POV After she left, I sat in my car and the driver started the car.. I shouldn't worry about her... After office hour, she aint my business.. She can go anywhere and with anyone.. But still my heart was feeling uneasy.. " Turn the car around and follow that car... " The driver was confused but I glared at him, making him turn the car around immediately... It took him sometime to get to where the car was.. It was parked outside the bar... I frowned and got out of the car.. I was about to step forward but stopped... What if she is just here for some drinks? I shouldn't disturb her at this hour... I turned around to get back in the car.. I opened the car door but the closed it again... What if she gets drunk and some bastards get their hands on her? She is so new to the city... What if she looses her way back home? But then again... Should I just interfere like that? Will that be appropiate? I shook my head and opened the door again but stopped getting in when I heard a s
MADELYN'S POVI sat in the car that was sent for me, ignoring the idiot as reaching the destination was more important... Once the car stopped, a man led me inside the bar and took me towards the vip section...I saw Mr Moretti already waiting for me and enjoying his drink..."I didn't know you were this eager to go in your grave..."I asid as I sat infront of him... He chuckled..." I have lived long.. Seen the world too much already.. Afew drinks here and there won't be a bother to me..."I nodded... He then reached for his pocket and pulled out something... He placed it on the table... I looked at it and it was a photo of a man...I looked at him, waiting for him to explain who this person was though I could already guess.."Your grandfather... His name was Samuel Davenport... We all used to call him Sam... "I took the photo and stared at it... It's quite unbelieveble that I have never seen my grandfather even in photo.. Mentioning him was forbidden in the house... I don't know wh
WYNE'S POVThe door clicked shut, and I didn’t move. Not for a full minute.The scent of her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, something subtle but sharp, like her. The nerve she had—walking into my office, throwing threats like she already had the upper hand.I hated such guts... I never
WYNE'S POV The office was pristine, polished, and cold—just like I liked it. I stood by the large windows overlooking the city, adjusting the cufflinks on my shirt as I listened to Matilda run through the schedule. “She’ll arrive at 9:30. You have a team meeting at 10, lunch with the investors
WYNE'S POV The week rolled to an end with endless works, meetings and thoughts of her.. Checking if she really came to join bugged me daily.. But being the CEO I couldn't ask my secretary everyday for her.. I would look so desperate, The nerve on my jaw pulsed while boring hole on the wall clock
WYNE'S POV "I said what I said.. And it's true.. You're egoistic and give a 'don't care ' attitude.. Even Mr Ashford will agree if not fearing you.. 'Sir '... " I stared at her rendered speechless along with others.. And that 'sir ' at the end was not with due respect but taunt.. "Madelyn!! "







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