INICIAR SESIÓN/-Miray-/Lysander glanced at me with a raise of his eyebrow before averting his gaze.I sneered, “What, can’t bear to even look at me now?”I watched him for a moment and the next words I was about to say got stuck in my throat.The morning light fell across his features, outlining the sharp angles of his face. A cigarette rested in between his index and middle fingers, its faint trail of smoke curling lazily into the air.The smoke partially obscured his features, giving his otherwise expressionless face an air of mystery that made him look even more dangerously handsome.No, he looked maddening handsome.I hated how easily he could look so good while doing something as simple as smoking. Was there something he could do that would make him ugly?And I hated his attribute even more.D*mn it!“Do you have another reason to be here?” He asked again, staring calmly ahead like there was something better looking than me outside.I clenched my fist in annoyance, my gaze falling on the ciga
/-Miray-/Their conversation didn’t last long as they all got busy. However, I was unable to stop thinking about what they’ve just said.Was Lysander and secretary Stacy that close? Could they be in a relationship? Or friends with … benefits?A lot of thoughts went through my mind, distracting me and making me unable to get through with my task. But I also felt this sudden urgency to see Lysander.However, as an intern, I needed a perfect excuse and couldn’t simply enter his office because I wanted to see him.Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long before an opportunity presented itself.A few minutes later, one of the senior employees who had been discussing Stacy and Lysander earlier approached my desk and placed a document before me. “Take this to the CEO’s office. He needs to review it before the meeting this afternoon.” She said in a somewhat overbearing manner. The CEO’s office? Wasn’t that wonderful?I didn’t mind her haughty manner of speaking to me and simply smiled, “Okay
/-Miray-/For a moment, I simply stood there, staring at the man who walked across the lobby like my eyes were playing tricks on me. It was almost as though he was a shadow who kept following me everywhere. I had barely left his room just this morning and now, he was standing in front of me.Was this some kind of joke? Because if it was not, then this was some sick coincidence.He didn’t see me. His attention remained focused ahead as he walked towards the elevator, tightly surrounded by his bodyguards.And when the elevator closed with him in it, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, watching as the receptionist and the second woman also heaved in relief as though they'd just escaped some disaster.I turned towards the receptionist and asked, pretending to be merely curious, “Who is that man? He seems to have quite a high status in the company.”The woman glanced at me with a strange expression coupled with a hint of disdain and mockery.“Don’t even think about it. If you
/-Miray-/I quickly looked away before he could see the red hue that was slowly spreading across my cheeks. Childish? Me?Perhaps he was right. I had lived two lives, I had experienced things most people probably wouldn’t ever imagine and I had endured pain and betrayal that had forced me to grow up far earlier than I should have.Yet, despite everything I had lived through, I was still capable of behaving so childishly by smearing his shirt because he annoyed me. I watched him quietly, finding the silence between us comforting instead of awkward. He was so focused on treating my wound as though he was facing a barrier he was determined to overcome.His movements were surprisingly careful and gentle.And seeing his solemn look, I couldn’t help but find him endearing in a way. But as soon as that thought crept up, I shook my head to dispel it.Endearing? Lysander? I must have slept too much and was still groggy.I cleared my throat and broke the silence, “Why haven’t you been at home
/-Miray-/What was happening to me?That was a question I asked myself and urgently needed an answer for. I touched my lips, my heart beating erratically in my chest, so loud that I was afraid he would hear it. “Go back to your room, Miray.” I heard him say to me, his voice lower and somewhat resigned.I fell silent, not knowing what to say for the first time that night. We had kissed and I was unable to get that moment out of my head. It wasn’t the usual accidental or brief kiss we’ve exchanged in the past, it was a real kiss, one where our tongues were involved.“What happened is a mistake, so don’t think too much into it.” He added again, his voice as cold as I could remember.A mistake?He had kissed me like a starved man who came across a delicacy and now, he was claiming that it was a mistake? Was I supposed to believe that?A sudden wave of annoyance swept through me, making me momentarily forget about my previous confused thoughts.“A mistake? I let out a short, humorless l
/-Miray-/For once, the carefully prepared words in my head refused to leave my mouth. I couldn’t see anything making my other senses extremely sensitive.And so, his presence was completely pronounced, especially the hand on my breast.His hand, unlike his icy personality, was very warm, almost hot. The warmth seeped into me, making my breast feel hotter than usual and making me feel as though my heart was no longer mine.I swallowed and forced myself to push his hand away, telling myself that it was all part of the plan.Just as he attempted to withdraw, I reached out and pressed down on his hand, refusing to let him retreat. And in turn, his palm completely covered my breast, almost fondling the softness of it and my breath hitched.The atmosphere seemed to have become warmer, so warm that I felt like I was being toasted.His hand was very big, and even though my breasts were not small, it still covered the entirety of it, leaving no space.Being touched like this by him, my heart







