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Chapter Three

Penulis: Staecy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-10 23:06:45

Amelia's POV

He turned to Darcy, "Get the fuck out of here, we need privacy."

Darcy looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. I gestured for her to leave.

Darcy and Samantha never really liked Damian, and they didn't try to hide it. They were nice to him just because I begged them to. She closed the door behind her.

"My lawyer called me today. Your lawyer sent him the signed documents today, and I've been an acting manager for just one year. Why did you deceive me?" His nostrils flared.

"I should be asking you that same question. Why did you deceive me, Damian?" I stood up from my seat.

He stopped in front of my desk, "I'll ask again. Why the fuck did you deceive me?"

We maintained eye contact.

"Deceive? I didn't do that. I just made a decision. It's my company after all. I choose who to hire, and who to fire. Enjoy your one-year contract, Mr Hades. It may not be renewed." I sat down, and picked up my pen to continue working.

"I would like you to get out of my office, I need to work." My lips were in a tight smile.

He was about to say something when someone opened my door. It was Ivy, my younger sister, and Damian's fiancé.

Could this day get any worse?!

"Hi Sissy. Hi baby…" she shrieked. She was wearing a white shirt and a short blue skirt, with a pair of black heels. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail.

She walked towards my desk with a half smile on her face. She dropped her black birkin bag on my table, and wrapped her arms around Damian's neck, drawing circles with her fingers.

Damian let out a low moan, as he wrapped his arms round my sister's waist.

I looked at them in utter shock and disbelief. What sick game were they playing? My blood boiled.

Well, if they wanted to give me a show, I might as well watch them.

I laid back on my seat, crossed my arms, and watched as they continued.

"I've missed you so much Baby," she whispered.

"After the good sex that we had last night, I'm hungry for more. I hope we can explore more positions today." Damian leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.

I clenched, and clenched my fist in annoyance.

"You don't do well in bed though," I muttered. A chuckle left my lips.

Damian turned to me, "You weren't good in bed, don't blame me for your inability to have good sex." He chuckled.

Ivy spread her fingers on Damian's hair, showcasing the ring I picked for my engagement.

I was enraged, but I couldn't care less.

My parents started this. They had always given Ivy everything she wanted, even if it meant I got uncomfortable for her to be comfortable. I wouldn't be surprised that they knew about this from the beginning, and encouraged her. She always wanted to be in the spotlight, and throw me off anytime, anywhere. My parents always supported her.

She pulled Damian into another kiss.

That was it. I had enough of this nonsense.

I knocked on my desk twice, "Leave my office now, before I call the security."

They looked at me, with a smirk on their faces. Then they detached from each other.

Ivy arranged her clothes, and picked her bag from my table.

"I came because I didn't see you at my engagement party yesterday, after the stunt you pulled." She snorted. "You're my older sister, and I expected a gift from you. What happened? Was the event not to your liking?" She feigned concern.

"I had other important things to do. I couldn't stay, but I'll get you something." I smiled.

Darcy knocked twice, before she opened the door. She walked towards me in a hurry, "The new executive that bought major shares recently is here for the meeting. He came alone. Should I ask him to come in?" She whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"If you would excuse me, I have a meeting right now." I stood up.

I looked up as the man walked into my office.

This day actually got worse.

A pair of beautiful hazel eyes stared at me.

The guy who made me feel alive yesterday, and screamed his name till I almost forgot mine.

He was wearing a custom-made corporate wear set from Ahava Royale, the most luxurious corporate wear brand.

I did some background research on that company when I was buying shares last year.

His navy blue shirt matched with his blue blazers, and his pair of black pants. His hair was styled perfectly, he had a small smile on his face.

It was Asher. He was the new executive.

Damian froze, he clenched and clenched his fingers. Something he did whenever he was tense.

"Uncle Asher?" Damian looked between him and me.

Asher is Damian's uncle?

"It's been awhile since I saw you, Damian." Asher smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was more like a forced smile.

I discreetly looked at the file in front of me. I hadn't gone through his file yet. I was going through the things we were meant to discuss.

Asher Sinclair. CEO and founder of Home.

"Mr Sinclair, welcome to Genesis holding company. Please have your seat." I gestured to him to sit on one of the couches.

"Mom and dad want you to be at the family dinner next weekend. It's dad's birthday, and we're going to be talking about my wedding. The date's been set." Ivy walked out with Damian following behind her.

"Have a nice day, Damian. I'll see you soon," Asher said.

"Yes sir. Have a great day too," Damian smiled, and closed the door behind him.

I took a deep breath before I walked to my table and took the documents I wanted to talk about.

My hands were sweating, as I remembered clips of last night. How he fumbled with my breast, and thrust inside of me.

I snapped out of it, trying to concentrate on arranging the documents on the glass table that separated us. I noticed he hadn't said a word. I looked up at him, he was staring at me.

I looked away quickly, my eyes were everywhere but on him. I could feel the heat rising from my neck.

"Thank you very much, Mr Sinclair, for trusting my company and investing five billion dollars. I'll be explaining different shares, and how we—"

"Why did you leave like that?" He cut me off.

"I saw the cash you dropped when I woke up this morning. Who was it for?" He smirked.

"Mr Sinclair —" I started.

"It's Asher. You were screaming it all night, so I highly doubt that you forgot the name."

"We're talking about business right now. Personal matters can be discussed later," I said.

He stood up, and sat beside me. He leaned in, his hand cupped my cheek as he caressed my face.

"Well, you're my business," he traced kisses on my neck.

As much as I wanted to pull away, I found myself leaning to his touch, with my fingers in his hair.

This was a sin, and I was willing to commit it.

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