Nia's POVI perfected the art of avoidance.For the rest of the conference, I kept conversations short, my answers clipped, my expressions neutral.If Mr. Andrews noticed, he didn’t show it.Or maybe he was giving me space.Unlikely.More probable? He was biding his time.He was a patient predator.But I refused to give him any more openings.The second day blurred by in a haze of panels, awkward luncheons, and over-eager executives who kept mistaking me for a receptionist instead of his executive assistant.Good.Let them underestimate me.It made it easier to disappear into the background, exactly where I wanted to be.When the final panel ended, I gathered my things with robotic precision, eager to put as much distance between me and him as possible.Unfortunately, business trips had an annoying way of forcing proximity whether you wanted it or not.The flight home loomed, and we were booked on the same one.Of course.By the time the car arrived at the airport, the silence between
Nia's POVThe morning air was heavy with nerves, caffeine, and the buzz of important men in overpriced suits.I wasn’t sure which of the three suffocated me more.The panel hall was packed, executives, investors, journalists, all here to watch the power players parade their carefully crafted images.And, of course, Mr. Andrews was centre stage.I kept to the sidelines, tablet in hand, expression blank.Professional.Untouchable.But inside?I was anything but.Last night replayed over and over in my head like a song stuck on loop.The way he’d claimed me.The way he’d touched me.The way I hated that I hadn’t pushed him harder to stop.I was drowning in it.And the worst part?He acted like nothing happened.Not a glance.Not a word.Not even when Peter Mallon, sleazy RidgeTech executive and certified snake walked past me with an extra-long stare this morning.Mr. Andrews stood at the podium, poised, cold, commanding, fielding questions like the arrogant bastard he was born to be.But
Nia's POVThe first day of the summit dragged longer than any day I’d lived through. Endless small talk, wine I couldn’t taste, handshakes I didn’t care about.I kept my distance, playing the part of the dutiful assistant, eyes down, mouth shut.But apparently, not everyone saw me that way.“Nia, isn’t it?”I turned to see one of the senior executives from RidgeTech, Peter something, if I remembered correctly approaching me after the dinner.I forced a polite smile. “Yes, that’s right.”He gave me a once-over, not even trying to hide it. “I noticed you at the table. Didn’t get a chance to introduce myself properly.”Translation: I’d been ignored the entire dinner until now. Typical.“Peter Mallon,” he said smoothly, offering his hand.I shook it quickly. “Nice to meet you.”His smile widened. Too wide. Too charming. The kind of man used to women falling over themselves for his attention.“You with Andrews full time?” he asked, stepping a little closer, enough to make the hairs on the
Nia's POVI told myself I wouldn’t dress up. I told myself I wouldn’t care.But the truth was, I spent an extra ten minutes picking out an outfit that was sharp enough to be professional but distant enough to scream, “This is strictly business.”Not that it mattered.Nothing I wore could erase the tension simmering between us.The car arrived promptly at seven forty-five.I hated that I was early.I hated even more that he was earlier.He was already in the back seat, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t have a care in the world when I slid in beside him.“Morning,” I said curtly, fastening my seatbelt.“Ms. Richardson,” he replied, not looking up.And that was that.The drive to the airport was silent, save for the low hum of the news playing on the car’s radio.I stared out the window, counting the seconds until I could put some distance between us, but the irony wasn’t lost on me. The next forty-eight hours would be spent in airports, hotels, and conference rooms with no room
Nia's POVTwo days later, the office felt like a warzone of silent glares and sharp avoidance.We barely spoke.And when we did, it was clipped, formal, and painfully cold.I told myself it was better this way.But I should have known better.Because at exactly four-thirty, while I was wrapping up reports and mentally preparing to flee the office as soon as the clock hit five, he shattered the fragile peace.“Ms. Richardson,” he said, not looking up from his desk. His tone was all business. Detached. Calculated.I didn’t reply right away, pretending not to hear him.“Ms. Richardson,” he repeated, sharper this time.I sighed, dragging my gaze up from my screen. “Yes, Mr. Andrews?”He scribbled something into his planner before finally meeting my eyes. “You’ll need to pack for a two-day trip. We leave tomorrow at eight.”I blinked.“I’m sorry… what?”His brow lifted as if I was the one being unreasonable. “The quarterly client summit in Wellington. You’ll be accompanying me.”I sat back
Nia's POVThe next day, I arrived earlier than usual, hoping to settle into my corner before he did. It was petty. Childish even. But after yesterday’s heated confrontation, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck breathing the same air as him more than necessary.Of course, the universe had other plans.At exactly nine twenty-three, the door to our shared office cracked the office we worked in side by side, separated only by our desks.And in she walked.I blinked.It took me a beat to process what I was seeing.She was stunning. That much hit me first. Tall, poised, hair in a sleek chignon, makeup flawless, clothes sharp enough to belong on a runway instead of an office floor. She carried herself like royalty, as if the world or at least the man beside her belonged to her.And beside her? Him. Mr. Andrews.He didn’t glance my way as they entered, speaking in hushed tones, but the way his jaw tightened told me everything I needed to know.I lowered my gaze to my screen, pretending to
Nia's POVThe next morning came far too soon, dragging me from the hazy comfort of the couch and into the sharp, cold bite of reality.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I tied my hair into a sleek bun. My face was composed, my lips painted with the perfect shade of indifferent pink, my suit sharp and pressed. I looked the part of the unbothered professional. The girl who didn’t care that her boss, her tormentor, her... whatever he was, had gone off with his perfect fiancée last night and left her stewing in the aftermath.But the shadows under my eyes told a different story.Work was a blur of meetings and emails, numbers and slideshows, and I kept it that way. I made sure my steps were swift, my attention locked on tasks and screens, never wandering toward the desk in the office where I knew he sat.For once, I was determined to give him exactly what he pretended to want distance.By noon, I’d managed to avoid him entirely. Every meeting, I took a seat at the far en
Nia's POVHis body went stiff, his jaw tightening, caught off guard by what I said.He cleared his throat and turned to look at me. Peering into my eyes as if hoping to find my soul.“Repeat that.” He ordered.I kept his gaze and sneered at him. “Your fiancée called.” I repeated.He nodded and turned back to his work, but not before I saw the tick in his jaw from clear annoyance. Now I’m sure it couldn’t be from me because I have done nothing for him to be annoyed about. He looked at his monitor, fingers poised above the keyboard, but I knew he wasn’t typing a thing. His jaw ticked again. His expression smoothed into something unreadable, something polished. The same mask he wore in boardrooms and meetings where he didn’t care for the people in front of him.Without sparing me another glance, he picked up his phone and dialed. His voice, when it came, was low, controlled, and oh-so-fake.“Yes, darling. I’ll meet you at The Oak Room in an hour... Of course. Yes. I’m looking forward to
Nia's POVGrabbing my hand, he spun me around to face him.“You ignored my call.” He stated.I stared at him blankly not giving him answer.“Why?” he finally asked.I pulled my hand put of his placing it at my side.“I was busy and off the clock.” I answered trying to walk away, once again he grabbed my hand keeping me grounded.“I don’t care if you’re off the clock when I call you answer me.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone.I closed my eyes and took a deep calming the raging storm inside me. I calmly opened my eyes looked at him and flashed a sarcastic smile. “What did you need me for Mr. Andrews?” I asked sweetly to sugar practically dripping from my lips.He lifted an eyebrow not amused by my fake sweetness. “Keep your sarcasm to yourself. As for what I needed I had to do it on my own so that’s coming out of your pay cheque.” He said releasing my arm.I took a step away from him holding my tongue as to not worsen the situation.A couple bucks are not worth my sanity. He walked