Seven Nights With The Man I Ruined

Time freezes. Earth stops spinning. And my heart sinks down to hell as those mysterious green eyes look back at me and I recognise him. Dakota.. A brooding beast in the form of a man. Slide show of my disturbing past plays in the theater of my head and suddenly my muscles contract in panic as he narrows his eyes in vex as if he recognised me. He had a perfect life. They called him Alpha. And now he is slowly standing while watching me with those toxic green eyes that burn on my flesh. Hair pricks under my clothes and I can feel my height sinking low as if my six senses sensed danger. Cough I look back at the secretary who is waiting for me to step in while she still holds the door. A part of me wants to flee away from his cabin, his building, his life coz the way his gaze hardens at me, I know he is not pleased to see me here or alive. "Please. Come in." His deep voice echoes in the cabin and I shudder feeling the nostalgia. My body still remembers the spine-chilling shivers

"What happened? Did any issue occur?" The man with round glasses rushes toward me, followed by the tall cameraman. I still don't know their names. "Nothing. Everything went fine." As I answer, I glance down and notice the black steel pen still in my hand. Dakota's pen. "Really? Then why did it take so long?" I frown. "Um... what?" "The interview was scheduled for twenty minutes. You were up there for more than forty-five." My eyes widen. "WHAT?!" . . . The editor watches me with a sly Cheshire-cat grin as I sit quietly across from her desk. "How was the interview?" The rude woman from earlier has vanished completely. "Good." And I almost got my head bitten off by your ridiculous questions. With a slow nod, she lowers her glasses. "I heard he kept you in his office for nearly an hour." Then she winks. "Oh, no! It's not what you think." I shake my head immediately. "The recorder died, so I had to write everything down manually." How do I explain that he looked r

I book a cab and after two hours of impatient drive, we reach the high building of HighBar Systems Co. But it is nothing like before. The gate is grounded with extra security while people with cameras desperately fetch for snaps.And that's when I see him, among the chaos of flashlights and cameras, emerging like an unfazed tornado who doesn't care about your garden or sheeps.Dakota Black. The unbeatable Alpha.My body quivers with goosebumps, remembering the close confrontation with him in his cabin. I still remember his raw masculine scent that my brain rebels to forget, and his eyes. Those deep fucking eyes under his thick lashes that penetrated into me like a shard of broken glass.Too easy, and too much ache.I feel my bones melting and my chest rising with deep breaths as I stare at him from across the road, sitting in a cab. It is not difficult to spot him among the dozen frenzied paparazzi.With a height, he stands tallest even among his bodyguards. A black color umbrella tow