A few hours later, Annette and Mr. McKenney arrived in Greece, captivated by the ancient ruins and the stunning Mediterranean views. As they strolled through a bustling market, a distressed child approached them, tears streaming down her face. She spoke in a mix of Greek and broken English, clearly lost and separated from her mother.
Annette's heart went out to the child. In a gentle voice, she switched to fluent Greek, a language she hadn't revealed she knew, and asked, "Ψάχνεις τη μητέρα σου;" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise as she nodded eagerly.Mr. McKenney, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow at Annette's sudden linguistic prowess. "Annette, you speak so fluently. You speak Greek?" he asked, both impressed and slightly puzzled.Annette nodded, her attention still on the child. She spoke with the little girl, calming her down and finding out her mother's name and description. With this information, Annette intended to seek help from the market's security personnel.However, Mr. McKenney's stern voice cut through, "Annette, I told you not to get involved. We're here for work and to enjoy ourselves, not to play heroes." He seemed irritated, his features tense.Annette looked torn between her empathy for the child and Mr. McKenney's instruction. She glanced back at the girl, who clutched her hand tightly, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in her eyes.In a hushed voice, she whispered to Mr. McKenney, "I can't just leave her here. She's scared and lost."His frustration was palpable. "Annette, we can't help everyone. We have our own plans, our own trip to enjoy."Annette's gaze flickered between the child and Mr. McKenney. At that moment, she made a choice. She gently pried the child's hand from hers and crouched down to her level. She spoke to her in comforting tones and pointed towards the market's security office. The little girl nodded, wiping away her tears before slowly walking in that direction.Mr. McKenney sighed in exasperation as he watched the scene unfold. "You're impossible, Annette."Annette stood up, a mixture of determination and sadness in her eyes. "I just wanted to help, Mr. McKenney. Sometimes, we need to do what's right, even if it's not in the original plan."They continued their stroll through the market, the tension between them palpable. Annette couldn't shake off the worry for the child, while Mr. McKenney seemed bothered by her disregard for his instructions.After they were finally able to find the child's parent the mother thanked Annette profusely in Greek before walking off with her little girl in her arms, while Annette was happy that she had done something good Mr McKenney was furious a the fact that she had disobeyed a direct other and went to look for the girl's parent.Right after the incident, Mr McKenney's chauffeur came to get them. Through out the drive down to the hotel, the atmosphere was awkwardly quite and tense. As they alighted at the hotel's parking lot, the chauffeur went around to help Annette in carrying all her luggages into the reception hall, while McKenney carried his. It only took a few minutes to register and be shown into their rooms.Annette was surprised and very much relieved when she was handed her own keys, which meant she was going to enjoy her privacy. But how come the receptionist gave them separate rooms? Didn't she see they walked in together? It was surprising that Mr McKenney didn't reject the idea of lodging in a room different from hers. Maybe he just didn't want her to be his companion after all. She thought as she took the key and the bellboys took their luggage to each of their respective rooms.After Annette had got dressed and freshened up, there was a knock on the door, when she went to open it she saw Mr McKenney on the other side of the door with an angry expression on his face."Welcome, Mr McKenney. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Annette asked at her stared at his angry expression."We need to talk," Mr McKenney said as he barged into the room, not even waiting for her to welcome him. That warned her instantly that she should be ready for more his unwelcomed visits. The little distance turned out to be nothing to him, she reckoned."Annette, I can not believe you. Do you not know that I hate people disobeying me?""Mr. McKenney, I understand that my actions at the airport were not ideal, but I had my reasons for what I did."I don't care for your reasons. The contract says you're to do as I say without any objections," Mr McKenney said through gritted teeth, his anger evident in his tone."I wasn't trying to disobey your orders, but I couldn’t have left that poor girl wandering the streets alone. I had to act on my instincts." Annette said, tucking her hair behind her ears as she tried to reason with him."Instincts you say? You're not a mother, Annette, so you have get ride of such useless instincts. They do nothing for you. You're only here because I want you to be. So the sooner you get that into that thick skull of yours the better" Mr McKenney said, laying emphasizes on the last line.Annette was furious. Her ocean blue eyes glared back at him, with sparks clearly flying out of them. She could feel her blood boiling, not only because it was an insult to her person, but also because what he said was kind of the truth, and she was so much ashame of it.But regardless of her own anger, she lowered her head and muttered an apology, "I'm sorry I will not go against your orders again." While she spoke, she clenched her fist by her side, trying get a hold of the raging emotions within her."Annette, you think that half-assed apologizing will make me forgive you?" Mr McKenney said as he stared at her with an angry expression."Then what do you expect me to do? Go on my knees and beg you?" Annette asked, and when she moved her gaze to him, she saw a mischievous look in his eyes"Yes, that will suffice for an apology." Mr McKenney said as he took a seat on one of the couches in the room."You must be joking?" Annette asked, but the look on Mr McKenney's face wasn't the least bit playful; he actually expected her to go on her knees and apologize to him."I'm waiting, Miss Zachary," Mr McKenney said, and Annette had to swallow her pride as she gently went down on her knees and apologized to him"I'm sorry for disobeying your orders, it won't happen again" Annette said as she felt her eyes well up with tears but she held them back not trying to cry in front of this man."Good, disobey me just one more time and you'll be so displeased at what I'll do." He sulked in a deep breath, raking his long lean fingers through his thick jet black hair as they cascaded over his face."We have dinner in an hour, dress appropriately." With that said, Mr McKenney got off the couch and walked towards the door, leaving Annette on her knees.Once he left, the tears she had been holding back came rushing down her cheeks. Did she really think he was a changed man after what happened in the plane? He was still the bastard she met on the first day, and that would never change— Annette thought to herself as she went to wash her face before starting to get dressed for the dinner he told her to get ready for.It took only a few mins for Annette to get dressed as she waited on the couch for Mr McKenney to arrive, then a few minutes after eight there was a knock. She went to answer it and found Mr McKenney was on the other side dressed in a simple black suit which emphasized his hot looks. But Annette was quickly reminded of his shitty personality."You look good enough to tag along." Mr McKenney said as he ran his gaze down her full length, his face devoid of emotions. "Thank you." Annette muttered. She recognized the haughtiness in his tone, but chose to ignore it. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her evening any worse than it already was. She walked out of the room, and he followed closely behind."Won't you bring your jacket along?" He asked."No. I'm fine.""Good. We will be having dinner with one of the investors in the company. So, I expect you to be on your best behavior. Except you don't mind being embarrassed." Mr McKenney warned as they walked down the busy h
She gathered her essentials into her night bag, her heart racing with anticipation. Just minutes ago, Mr. McKenney had informed her that she would be staying in his room for the night, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. While she knew and understood what she had signed up for, her nerves were all over the place.She carefully folded her favorite silk pajamas, the ones with delicate lace trim that she knew he would appreciate. They slipped into the bag with a satisfying rustle. Next, she added a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as I imagined sharing a bathroom with him.Contemplating whether to bring a book, she decided against it and left it on the shelf, opting instead for a quick snack if she got hungry late at night or just to distract herself if he made her stay up with him while he worked.Just as she finished packing, her phone beeped with a message from Mr. McKenney, confirming that he was waiting for her. The e
************Warning mature content***********"Yes, please." She said, and he immediately stood up, carrying her with him. She wrapped her legs around him, and he supported her body as he carried her towards the bedroom with his arms on my waist.He pushed the slightly opened door to his room with his leg and closed it behind him once they were inside. He sat her down, his desire-filled gaze never leaving her body as he slowly removed and tossed her pajama blouse away.His hands brushed against her exposed skin as they moved up to the waistline of her shorts. He reached for the rope on the short, pulling on it as the short came loose.When his hands brushed against the curve of her ass, she moaned, and he smiled at how responsive her body was to him. He reached for her hand to help her step over the skirt before picking it up and throwing it on the nearest surface.She stood perfectly still, watching him carefully as he slowly removed his shirt and tossed it on the nearest chair.Then
Annette let out a sleepy yawn as she awoke, the warm sunlight streaming onto her face. As she attempted to sit up in bed, a sharp pain shot through her, prompting a loud groan. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and a smile graced her lips. He had been so gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the man he was when they had initially entered into this arrangement."Maybe he does have a good side." Annette pondered as she managed to free herself from the covers. However, to her disappointment, Hudson was nowhere to be seen; it was as if he had never been there. Feeling a twinge of hurt that he hadn't waited for her to wake up, Annette shuffled over to the bathroom to freshen up.Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. Hudson had yet to return, so she took the opportunity to tidy up her belongings and pack her bag. Just a few minutes after she finished, Hudson strolled back into the room, carrying a tray of food."Good mo
"Yes, indeed." The man acknowledged with a nod. "May I know your name?"With a polite smile, Annette replied, "My name is Annette, and yours?""I'm Marcus." He introduced himself with a friendly tone. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Annette. So, what brings you here?" Marcus asked, turning to face Annette for a more comfortable conversation."I'm here to drown my sorrows." Annette said as she took a sip of the drink the waiter placed in front of her. "What about you?""Whatever must be bothering you must be really bad if you are drinking whiskey straight." Marcus chuckled as he stared at Annette."Not 'what,' but 'who.' I feel like a fool." Annette said with a chuckle, her voice carrying a hint of mystery, and a knowing smirk crept onto Marcus's face."So, it's a boy problem, care to share?" Marcus inquired with a playful curiosity.Annette sighed, frustration in her voice. "I thought this guy was genuinely interested in me, but it turns out I mean absolutely nothing to him. He's the bi
Hudson's restless pacing filled his dimly lit room, his mind consumed by the memory of those men who had prevented him from taking Annette with him. "Who the hell did they think they were?" He muttered under his breath, frustration etched across his face. "Annette belongs to me; I have a contract to prove it."As he finally settled into an armchair, he pondered his next move. "What am I going to do now?" Hudson mused aloud, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He reached for a crystal glass, pouring a generous measure of whiskey. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a long, contemplative sip, the amber liquid warming his senses."Alright, maybe I brought this on myself." Hudson mumbled, taking another swig of his whiskey. "I did tell her the only time I needed her was at night to keep my bed warm, so I can't really blame myself for being jealous.""But she was still my responsibility, so I had every right to know where she was and what she was up to." He pondered to himself. Finishing
"Then what interaction are you referring to? I'm very sure we have never met before." Hudson said, his irritation evident in his expression."I'm referring to the one you had with us while Miss Annette was present." Samuel replied calmly."Wait, that was nothing. I was sparing you the torture of talking to her. She's not particularly smart; she's just a secretary at my branch back home." Hudson explained, further fueling Samuel and Marcus's anger."If I have to listen to him any longer, I'll shoot myself in the head." Samuel declared, abruptly standing up with his plate and leaving the table, leaving Marcus alone with Hudson."That jerk just abandoned me!" Marcus remarked, preparing to leave as well when Hudson called his attention."Your brother is quite the drama queen. He should grow up. The world doesn't work that way. The rich will always be superior to the poor!" Hudson said, expecting Marcus to agree. However, Marcus simply ignored him and followed the direction Samuel had gone
"What are you doing?" Hudson asked as he grabbed Annette's hand tightly under the table to the point where it started to hurt."You're hurting me, let me go!" Annette whispered under her breath as she struggled to get her hand out of his hold."Mr. McKenney, you're already on thin ice, you should give her a chance to help you because right now I'm contemplating giving you this deal or not." Adam said as a tiny smile formed on his lips."What could she probably say that could change your mind? She is just a secretary!" Hudson asked and Annette immediately felt her anger grow, she wasn't just a secretary, she had a business degree but life was not fair to her, so she had it locked up safely in her box, until the day she found a job."Really? It's funny how she works for you, but you have no idea what type of asset you have under your roof." Marcus said, and Annette felt her cheeks grow hot as she avoided his gaze. "What are you talking about?" Hudson asked, his confusion evident in his