MasukDaxton
“Cute” A smile stretched the corner of my lips as I stared at the unaware picture Josh had taken of Verena with the caption ‘She’s settled in, sir.’ Words were not enough to describe the warmth that spread on my chest knowing that she was now close to me. While Verena thought that our story was over, I had spent the last two weeks decorating this room for her. I wanted to create a space where she was comfortable, a space better than her own home and now, I couldn't help but wonder if she loved the room. Was it to her taste? Suddenly, the smile on my face slowly faltered when a knock sounded on my office door. I twisted on the couch, watching as the door creaked open when the receptionist poked her head inside—eyes searching around until they landed on me. She straightened immediately, offering me a small smile. “You have a guest” “Who?” I raised a brow. “Mr—” Before she could finish, a familiar head of messy brown hair appeared behind her and the smile on my face died. Kian. “Uncle” He waved, raising a crimson bag with the neck of an expensive whiskey bottle peeking from it before he glanced at the receptionist with a soft grin. “You can leave now, I will take it from here” Despite the anger that coursed through me because of how he treated Verena, I stood up, offering him a smile. “And to whom do I owe this pleasant surprise?” Kian grinned, dropping the wine on my desk before sauntering towards me. “I missed you, Uncle Daxton,” He hugged me briefly before plopping down on the leather couch across from me. I huffed, falling back to the couch. “You missed me and never reached out to me…” Kian flitted his eyes around like he was desperately searching for something before his eyes darted back to me. “Forgive me, uncle, you know how tight my schedule could be” A soft chuckle escaped me. “I know. What do I offer you, a drink or?…” Kian cut in, waving his hands at me dismissively. “No, you don't need to offer me anything. I won't be spending a long time here as I came to see you for something very important” Despite knowing the reason he was here, I decided to play alongside him. “That is such a shame, Kian. I would have loved to spend the rest of the evening with you. Since you came to see me for something important, I guess it is concerning the project my brother mentioned last month?” Confusion set in Kian’s eyes as he shook his head. “Project?…” He trailed. “I am not here on behalf of my dad but for something far more important” “What could be more important than a million-dollar project?” The smile on Kian’s face faded. “Me, uncle Daxton,” I feigned compassion. “What is wrong with you, Kian? Is it a health issue?” Kian scoffed. “Health issue, more like a heart issue?” “It still has to do with your health. If you have issues concerning your heart, you should be seeing your doctor unless you are here because you need help with my doctor’s contact” Kian laughed, till tears sprang to his eyes and he leaned back on the couch. “I don't need a doctor, uncle, because the one who broke my heart is you” I pointed to myself. “Me?” “Mmm,” He nodded. “You used to call me your favorite nephew, would spoil me with toys, and take me to watch your hockey games in high school. You used to love me, uncle…” I leaned forward, taking the full weight of his gaze. “And I still do, Kian. Nothing has changed” Kian heaved an exasperated sigh. “Well, I can't blame you for my broken heart because the fault is mainly mine. And I believe that when one acknowledges their fault, then the problem is half-solved” He stared into space for a second like he was struggling to articulate his words then dragged his gaze back to me. “Umm…this is about my wife, Verena” His wife? Laughable. “What about her?” “The thing is I did something silly and brought up the idea of an open marriage between us…” He trailed. “But things went wrong when the one she decided to have sex with was—you!” Laughter threatened to bubble from my throat but I kept the same composure. “Really?” Kian waved his hands at me frantically. “No, don't take my words the wrong way or think that I am here for a fight. I have forgiven you both because it is neither your nor Verena’s fault. She had no idea you were my uncle and you also didn't know she was my wife…” I cut in, small bits of laughter ripping from my mouth before my eyes slowly darkened on Kian. “Who said that I didn't know that she was your wife?” Dread crawled through Kian’s eyes, the tension between us thickening as he forced out a laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “You couldn't have known, you were never at my wedding and…” All I did was stare, leaning back on the couch while watching the way the smile on his face faded into oblivion and that expression of ‘knowing’ slipped on his face. “You knew?” His voice was low. I nodded. Suddenly, he snapped, slamming his fist on the small table as water in the glass cup spilled onto the surface. “You knew she was my wife and you had sex with her?” His face twisted in rage and disbelief. He rose to his feet, running his hands through his hair as he barked out a caustic scoffing laughter. “I can't believe this, can't believe that you would do this to me” “Uncle, where is Verena!” A rueful smile tilted my lips upward. “Why are you bothered about Verena? Don't you have Zita?” “None of your business, Uncle Daxton!” He yelled. “I am giving you thirty days to end whatever you have with my wife and bring her back to me or be ready to be slammed with a lawsuit for abducting my wife!”Daxton I wasn’t the type to be distracted at work, most importantly when critical board meetings were going on but while the finance manager discussed the effect the little scandal had on my hotel, my eyes wandered to the beautiful distraction across the glass panels. Verena. She leaned against the wall, eyes fixed on the tab that she scrolled through. On her first day of work, she outdid herself, ensuring that I kept to my schedule and setting things in place. A smile stretched the corners of my mouth as I leaned back in my seat, eyes sparking in amusement as they slithered down her body. She looked really dashing in those fitted pants that clung to her curves like a second skin and as serious issues were discussed in the boardroom, my thoughts crossed over to my imagination. In them, soft auburn curls fell over her shoulder and she was wearing my shirt with thigh-high white socks. Just the thought of her in that dashing image almost made a groan slip
Verena I didn't sleep a wink last night. How was I supposed to sleep when the sporadic beating of my chest refused to wane, each thump reminding me of the kisses he planted on my body, the way he looked into my eyes like I really meant something and when he drawled out the word ‘worship’, I couldn't breathe. The idea of it made me toss and turn in my bed. As much as the experience of it was foreign to me, I craved it. I could still feel that tingling sensation on my skin and— Enough. It was enough already. I shook my head—like it would shrug off the memories from last night— and decided to focus on getting ready for work. I took a large bite of the toast, before taking a sip of the hot chocolate coffee and I hated that I had ruined the beautiful swan latte art. This had to be the best coffee that I had had in a while. I tried to make my own breakfast because that had to be the least I could do, considering Daxton’s generosity. However, the chefs ushered me out, c
Verena The humidifier made a light hum in the background as I collapsed on the comfy bed that bounced slightly before I sat upright, legs curled at my side. Since I was busy arranging my clothes in the closet, I didn’t have the time to admire the room decoration but now that I was almost done, I should do that. I swiveled my gaze around the room, taking in the warm glow of the pink pastel color on the wall, the beautiful artworks that were hung on it. While the decoration leaned more on the minimalist side, something about it brought warmth to my heart and it felt like whoever did this poured out their hearts into bringing this alive. I had been anxious about the fact that it would take me a long time to get accustomed to Daxton’s home just like my new home. But this room felt like home. I shouldn’t feel comfortable yet. This whole assistant to Daxton still made me skeptical because the more I thought about it, the more things seemed more calculated— like an excuse to
Daxton “Cute” A smile stretched the corner of my lips as I stared at the unaware picture Josh had taken of Verena with the caption ‘She’s settled in, sir.’ Words were not enough to describe the warmth that spread on my chest knowing that she was now close to me. While Verena thought that our story was over, I had spent the last two weeks decorating this room for her. I wanted to create a space where she was comfortable, a space better than her own home and now, I couldn't help but wonder if she loved the room. Was it to her taste? Suddenly, the smile on my face slowly faltered when a knock sounded on my office door. I twisted on the couch, watching as the door creaked open when the receptionist poked her head inside—eyes searching around until they landed on me. She straightened immediately, offering me a small smile. “You have a guest” “Who?” I raised a brow. “Mr—” Before she could finish, a familiar head of messy brown hair appeared behind her and the smile o
Verena’s P.O.V The only thing I wanted to do right now was find a cliff, scream out the top of my lungs and jump. How could the same man I was running from turn out to be the managing director? As if my situation wasn’t worse enough, I signed the contract because of those mesmerizing blue eyes veined with silver that locked with mine as heat pooled at the depths of my stomach while memories from that night flooded through my mind. Plus he mentioned something about living with him for five weekdays because of his busy schedule and like the fool I was, I accepted it. This was on me! If only I’d done the simplest research on the person I wanted to work for. Instead, my desperation for a job blinded me and brought me before the same person I wanted to escape. Even if I ended up taking the job, how were we supposed to keep things professional despite knowing the sexual tension between us? I ran a free hand through the back of my neck in exasperation, tossing the stale c
Daxton Dark brown eyes rimmed in thick dark lashes swept up to my face and the moment those spell-binding eyes caught mine, my heart made a beat against my ribcage. Her lush lips parted in shock, a small hiccup escaping her throat. I stifled a chuckle, walking past but not without drowning in the gardenia scent of her perfume. Fuck, I had missed her so much. I crossed over to the table, pulling out a seat for her—an action that I rarely did with past assistants. “Have your seat when you are ready for the interview” I said, taking my own seat while she took tiny steps towards me, her head ducked down. She fell onto the seat slowly as satisfaction curled inside of me because she was exactly where I wanted her to be. While my nephew struggled to find her, I knew the area she moved to, her apartment block, the gym center that she just registered in, and most importantly, where she did her grocery shopping. Despite knowing where she resided, I never approached her. Why?







