Once my head crashed against the water surface, I entered a state of bewilderment. I couldn't breathe. The water was cold, and I nearly panicked, sinking deeper and deeper. My mind restarted only after I saw Aren reaching out to grab my arm. He pulled me up, leading my hands to the rim of the pool. As I surfaced, I formed the strongest grip I could, and I started coughing up water. I was nowhere near drowning, but I wouldn't call staying in that freezing water a pleasant experience…"Are you all right?" Aren's voice made me raise my head.He was crouching by the pool with nothing aside from that towel wrapped around his hips. His freshly showered skin almost sparkled in the sunrise, making him absolutely God-like. I would surely appreciate him more if I wasn't freezing."I'm c-cold..." I mumbled, searching for a way to get out of this pool more gracefully than by pulling myself up and landing like a seal.He chuckled and leaned over me. "Put your arms around my neck.""W-what?" I blin
I blow-dried my hair, put on a shirt top and jeans, and was ready to come down to the kitchen. My heart rate slowed down a little, but the thought of half-naked Aren made that foolish blood pomp in my chest race again. I took many deep breaths as I walked down to the kitchen, trying to mentally prepare myself to see him again, and I sincerely hoped that this time he would be dressed.I sighed in relief when I saw him wearing a black shirt and a casual pair of jeans, but I quickly realized that it didn't make him look less disturbing... He was standing by the oven, preparing breakfast. Who would have known that this billionaire could actually use a frying pan and an oven? I walked closer and swallowed hard. He didn't make it easier for me. In his black shirt with rolled sleeves and forearm muscles tensing as he swirled vegetables in the pan, he looked insanely hot. He must have sensed me gaping at him because he shifted his eyes to me and grinned."Hope you're not allergic to eggs," he
I kept wondering what kind of a "date" Aren meant, and how was it supposed to be my assignment? I sat at the workshop, and for the first time, I couldn't focus on the job. I did some easy tasks automatically, but the parts that needed an individual approach took me longer than ever to fix. "What is wrong with you today?" Norton frowned. "You've never worked so slowly before." His comment pulled me out of my daze. I felt guilty. I had never acted sloppily in my job, and I even let someone like Mr. Always Quiet Norton point it out. "I'm sorry..." I mumbled like a scolded schoolgirl. "Norton, cut the girl some slack." Alan came to my rescue, handing me a fresh mug of coffee. "Can't you see she's thinking about a guy?" "I'm... what?" I laughed hysterically. Alan grinned wickedly, pointing at my flushed cheeks. "See, I was right. There is a guy. So... who is he?" He blinked his eyes, leaning over me. "I… He…" I panicked. I wasn't prepared to tell them anything, but since Aren and I
Benjamin drove us to the Lan Diamond Tower's underground parking lot. It was after eight, and most of the employees were already gone. Of course, Aren was still working in his office, spending his fourteenth hour answering calls and emails and dealing with all sorts of problems. I thought of going upstairs to meet him, but Neil insisted that I stay in the car until his boss was ready to come down. "Your car will be here in five minutes. You will switch cars and wait for Mr. Lan," he informed me. "I thought that Benjamin would be the one to take us there," I said, suddenly feeling anxious. "No. Marcus will be the one to take you to your date. He's Mr. Lan's private driver," Neil explained. I smiled faintly, feeling that my recently gained confidence was leaving me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I wanted to be courageous, but my little inner introvert made me feel awkward around new people, and I think I had already exhausted my daily limit of meeting new people. "Relax
Aren poured me another glass of wine while I started to tell him the story of my first love. Normally, I would find it uncomfortable and embarrassing, but there was something in Aren's gaze that soothed me and made me trust him. Was I making a mistake in telling him? I had never cared about rich people, and I had never researched Callan and his family, but what if Aren knew him? I observedAren as I mentioned my ex-boyfriend's name, but I couldn't read anything from his expression. Perhaps he had never heard of him, or it simply didn't matter to him. After all, it was merely something that had happened in his contract fiancée's past, one of the examples of a fairytale gone bad."I didn't care about who he was, although I heard rumors that he was from some wealthy family. I didn't like him at first. He was seriously handsome, but he was also this arrogant type who thought that everyone else was beneath him just because he had money. I stood up against him once and called him a doucheba
I kept staring at the photos in disbelief. How could I be such an idiot?! I allowed myself to get lost in the moment. I let Aren charm me, and I wanted to trust the warmth I felt from him. In each of those pictures, I saw myself looking at Aren like a woman in love, and I hated myself for showing him this vulnerable side of me. He manipulated me, and I let him."Are you angry?" Monique worriedly patted my shoulder.I smiled wryly. "It's just... you know... It was our private moment and those photos..."Monique nodded sympathetically. "I get you. You are not used to being in the spotlight, but since you are dating New York's most wanted bachelor, you will get a lot of attention from now on.""I guess you are right…" I sighed, lowering my head so that my eyes wouldn't betray my inept lie.I was pissed, and I could barely keep my composure. The blood was boiling in my veins and holding a smiling face became unbearable."So, tell me everything! How did it happen?" Monique grinned, leaning
I ran out of the Lan Diamond Tower, wondering what the hell had just happened. I hit Aren, I threatened him, and I expected that he would be infuriated by that, but when his body was an inch away from mine, it wasn't anger that I felt from him. He seemed frustrated, as if he suddenly felt the need to explain himself and didn't know how to do it. He also said that he couldn't predict his own reactions to me, as if not all of that had happened during our date had been a part of his plan… What did he mean by that?I was confused and flustered. I wanted to tell him that I would not let him mislead my feelings any longer. I thought that he was going to keep acting cold and indifferent, just like when he told me that our relationship would never involve emotions. Why did he change his tone so suddenly? It sounded like he wanted to coax me as if he cared... Did he care or was I imagining things?I went back to the penthouse to change, and then Benjamin drove me to the workshop. I needed to k
It took more than an hour for Alan and Norton to stop drooling over my newest toy. I had to admit that the equipment that Aren gave me was beyond amazing. The number of new possibilities this stuff could create for me was astonishing. I couldn't even begin to imagine how much this computer cost... Of course, it was a little bit like giving a full tank of gasoline and matches to an arsonist, but I would never release my evil powers upon someone who didn't deserve it. Pressured by the boys' excitement, the thought of thanking Aren for granting me this extraordinary gift engraved deeply in my head. For certain, I couldn't present him with anything that had a similar value, and since my freak friends had already seen this computer, there was no way that they would let me reject it. If I were to thank him, I needed to be either creative or practical, or better yet, both. There was also another issue that stayed on my mind: when did he order this laptop? Aren was an influential man, so I c