INICIAR SESIÓN10.“I won’t be held responsible if something bad happens to you on your way home this late,” Derick said, casually pressing the call button on the elevator.“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I snapped back, remaining firmly glued to my spot behind my desk. “Besides, it’s not like you actually care if anything happens to me anyway.”“You are coming with me, Ava. That’s final.”The elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime. I watched him step inside the spacious cab, extending a hand to hold the door frame so it wouldn't close. He raised one of his perfectly arched eyebrows at me, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a silent challenge.“Are you coming willingly, or do you want me to walk over there and drag you out here myself?”I huffed out a breath of pure frustration, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my purse from the desk. I knew him well enough by now to know he wasn't making an empty threat. He would actually pick me up and carry me out if I pushed him.I marched into the elevat
9.“You know what? I have changed my mind,” Derick said, approaching my small desk later that afternoon with slow, deliberate steps.I whipped my head up from my desk, my eyes widening in instant hope. “What?!” I practically gasped, a massive smile spreading across my face. “You no longer want me as your personal assistant? That’s great!”My smile froze instantly when I caught the sly, wicked smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing his arms over his chest.“Given how excited you are, you really despise the thought of working for me, don’t you?” he purred softly.I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from hurling an insult at him. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of an argument, I ignored him completely and turned my focus straight back to my computer screen, aggressively clicking my mouse.“As I was saying,” Derick continued, his voice smooth as silk, “I have changed my mind about you coming with me to the executive meeting this afternoon.”H
8.“I’m going to miss you down here, my friend,” Susan sighed, trailing close behind me as she carried my extra box of design binders and swatches.I gave her a small, appreciative smile, but my heart was still heavy. Leaving the design floor felt like leaving my safe haven to walk straight into the lion's den.When we reached the carpeted lounge area near the main elevator bank, Susan suddenly cleared her throat loudly.“Hey, listen up, everyone!” Susan announced to the entire floor, her voice echoing off the glass partitions. “Our girl Ava just bagged a major promotion. She is the CEO’s new personal assistant!”The open plan office fell briefly silent. A few of my former co-workers exchanged surprised glances. Some of them pretended they hadn't heard a single word Susan said, burying their faces deeper into their computer monitors. A handful of others clapped warmly and shouted out their congratulations.But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joana, one of the junior designers who h
I had barely stepped out onto the polished tiles before Susan rushed up to me, her eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.“Girl, what happened up there?” She blinked at me expectantly, a huge grin spreading from ear to ear across her face.“Nothing much,” I muttered, keeping my head down and continuing to walk toward my old cubicle. “He just wants me to be his new personal assistant.”I reached my desk, pulled a clean cardboard box from underneath, and started picking up my personal belongings. My favorite mug, my desk plant, and my collection of fashion sketchbooks.“Oh my freaking goodness!” Susan shrieked loudly right beside me, causing a few co-workers at nearby desks to turn and stare.I stopped packing for a second and frowned back at her. “Why are you being so dramatic?”“This is completely drama worthy! In fact, it deserves a massive party,” Susan insisted, grabbing my forearm and bouncing on her heels. “Girl, you just got promoted to a fucking personal assistant to the CE
“Can I at least think about it?” I asked. My voice trembled slightly, but I prayed it didn’t come across as rude or weak.Derick leaned back in his leather chair, tapping a heavy gold pen against his mahogany desk. The sound was like a clock ticking down to my execution.“What’s there to think about? Absolutely nothing,” he said, his deep voice carrying a sharp edge. “In fact, it is a simple yes or no question. And you only have a few seconds before I make the decision for you.”I clenched my fists at my sides, my short nails digging into my palms. “You already have an executive assistant. What do you possibly need me for?”Derick stopped tapping his pen. He stood up slowly, unbuttoning the front button of his suit jacket. He walked around the massive desk, his dark leather shoes making no sound on the plush carpet.The closer he got, the more my blood boiled. The air around him felt heavy and suffocating, thick with the scent of his expensive sandalwood cologne. There was absolutely
I couldn’t breathe. My lungs completely froze in my chest.I stared at the sharp jawline, the messy dark hair, and the broad shoulders of the man sleeping next to me. I prayed to God that I was dreaming. I closed my eyes tightly, counted to three, and opened them again.He was still there.It wasn't the kind stranger from the bar. It was Derick Stone. The man who stole my promotion. The man who was about to become my stepbrother. The man I hated more than anyone else on this earth.I looked under the heavy white blanket. My clothes were gone. Panic tore through my body like an electric shock.I scrambled backward, trying to get away from him. My foot caught in the silk sheet, and I tumbled right off the mattress. I hit the expensive hardwood floor with a loud thud."Ow!" I gasped, grabbing my bruised knee.The movement on the bed stopped. Derick groaned softly, his long eyelashes fluttering open. His dark eyes were blurry with sleep, but the moment they locked onto me sitting on the f







