LOGINIt had been raining in Washington D.C. and the pavements were thronged by people. Sleek limousines edged their way along between the yellow lines of taxis who maneuvered their way in and out of the already busy traffic jam. Wealthy, big companies inhabited the tall block of that street, and the company Ella Stanford was working for had been one of them.
As Ella walked into the building, she gave the security guy a smile to which he replied with a grin. He knew most of the employees who worked in Summers Industries by sight, some were by name.
Ella walked toward the electronic gates and tapped her card on the machine. There was a buzz before the door slid open and Ella walked in. She immediately went to the set of elevators and hit the call button. Once she was on the correct floor, she walked out of the elevator towards the heavy plate glass door which bore the sign “SUMMERS ENTERTAINMENT”. Ella offered a smile to the young receptionist working behind the desk and crossed through the open office before getting into the opaque glass door which bore the “JAVIER SUMMERS” name. Javier Summers, her boss which was also the CEO of Summers Entertainment (one could easily guess by his surname), had a large square room beyond her own with a door communicating between them.
She had worked for Javier Summers for three years now. Her air of reserved efficiency and professionalism had been the reason why she had managed to keep this job that long. It was quite rare or so she had been told by her coworkers that before she came, Javier had fired five people and the last one had only been working for a month.
It was ten minutes before one. She had come back to the office early and spared enough time to get prepared before her boss came back from his lunch. Ella hung her jacket on a coat hanger, in the corner of the room, and tucked away her hair before settling down at her desk.
“How’s my wonderful professional secretary doing?”
Ella gritted her teeth against a seething wave of annoyance. Sometimes it was hard working for Javier and this was one of the reasons: when he was so careless with his words. He did not have to put the word ‘professional’ there just to make her sound boring. Furthermore, the only reason he would call her ‘wonderful’ was because he had made another conquest. Not necessarily a good business deal, his list of conquests stretched to females as well.
His voice was filled with smugness, a sure sign of sexual satisfaction. No doubt. he had spent a pleasurable lunch with his latest woman. Another sign was his missing tie. Ella remembered that when he had come to the office this morning, he had been wearing a grey tie. Not only had that tie gone missing, but his collar was also undone.
Yet one look at him and she could understand why females were finding it hard to resist him. Other than his naturally handsome look, he was also disturbingly attractive. His eyes were as blue as the ocean and sometimes when his mood had been cloudy, they would turn darker, almost as dark as the night sky. His cheekbones were angular, almost austere. His mouth was wide with the top lip firm and controlled and the lower full conveying the hint of sensuality and his mastery in the art of kissing. His face always reflected his current mood, sometimes it was full of pride when he needed to intimidate someone (especially his subordinates or business partner). At the other times, it was incredibly charming that an icy heart would surely melt at the sight of him. One thing for sure, it was always full of power just like he was. Sometimes it annoyed her how he could think faster than normal humans.
Javier Summers was a dangerous man. He was as difficult to handle as a wild puma: savage, unpredictable, and predatory. He worked hard and played hard. He was thirty-two years old, in the prime of life, and had the well-earned reputation of being a genius in the entertainment field. Other than that, he used his undoubted sex appeal mercilessly. His name had been coupled with a succession of stars. A new star or artist often got free publicity simply by being photographed with him coming out of a nightclub. He showed no signs of settling down and getting married and none of his affairs had ever appeared serious nor lasted for longer than a few weeks.
When Ella had first begun to work for him, he had asked her to dine with him which she had politely declined and his response had been a needling form of mockery. Still, Ella maintained her cool good looks and quiet manner. Even if she did have feelings for him, she had two reasons to avoid getting in bed with him. One, at that time, she still had to pay for her mother’s debts. Her mother had recklessly owed money to some people and if she had not paid them back, they would put her in jail. Two, she refused to be one of his conquests. Perhaps the reason why he had fired his previous secretaries was that he had gotten bored of them after they had shared his bed. Whether it had been true or not, Ella found it easier to avoid being intimate with him. After all, he was her boss, for goodness sake!
“Good afternoon, Sir,” Ella replied with a small, polite smile.
His dark, rakish eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Sir?”
“Is it not why you put the word ‘professional’ in your greeting just now so that I would address you formally?" Ella tilted her head to one side, returning his quizzical look with one of her own.
Javier laughed, his ocean eyes twinkling with devilish delight. The devil was clearly enjoying this little banter. “You never fail to amuse me with your sharp tongue, Stanford.”
That was one more annoying thing that he always did. He called her by her surname, the same way he had been calling his other male buddies!
Ignoring him, Ella picked up the files she had prepared for him before lunch and handed them over to him. “These are the files that you asked for. You will need to review them so I can start arranging the meetings,” she said efficiently. Once he took the files, she offered him another polite smile and asked, “Is there anything else you need from me right now?”
“No,” he shook his head and began waltzing to the connecting door. And then as if he had just remembered something, he stopped, turned around, and leaned by the doorframe. “Though there is one more thing. How is the planning going for the party this weekend? Is everything on track and according to the list I gave you last time?” When she had not answered immediately, his brows lowered. “You have not forgotten about it, have you?”
Of course, she had not! How could she forget to arrange and make plans for her boss's birthday party this weekend? Not only her salary but her job, as well as her head, would also be on the line!
“No, of course, I have not.” Ella stretched her lips into what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "Everything is going to be perfect! I have arranged it exactly as you wanted.”
“Good, good,” he said momentarily then his blue eyes were once more fixated on her. "You know you are coming, right?”
“I- I—” Ella cleared her throat and then answered in a calm manner. “I do not think that would be necessary. It is not a business meeting, I don’t think you’ll need your secretary there.”
“Nonsense!” Javier shook his head, giving her a disapproving look. “I will need you there. Consider it the reward for all the work you have done in working with the Event Organizers in putting the party together.”
“Thank you,” Ella answered silkily. “I’ll look forward to relaxing and enjoying myself then.”
His eyes twinkled dangerously and for a split second, Ella saw something in those blue eyes she had never seen before. “It will be my pleasure to see you enjoying yourself, Ella.”
If the glint in his eyes was not enough to make her suspicious of his motive, the fact that he had just called her by her first name for the first time ever had.
(( continuation of Ch 19))“Of course.” Draven sighed and pretended to sound offended that his own flesh and blood had even accused him of it. Although deep inside this grown man was hella nervous. He was very close to his mother and he had a feeling that his mother always knew things even though he didn’t tell her. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this, Mum.” Tiffany’s complexion brightened and she clasped her hand in front of her chest. “Well, then that’s good news!” She turned to her husband, her silver eyes widened and were glistening with tears. Draven could only hope that those were happy tears. “Our little daughter.” Cedric frowned. He looked as if he was too deep in his own thought that he hadn’t realized what his wife had said until she poked his ribs with her forefinger. “What?” He blinked at his wife and then glanced momentarily at their son. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Tiffany let out an exasperated sigh. “Our little daughter is getting married.” “Yes,” he nodde
“Mom is there, isn’t she?” His twin brother asked through the phone as if he could tell what was happening on the other side. Before Draven could even answer, his father who was standing next to his mother gave him a disapproving look and said, “You shouldn’t say a bad word in front of your mother, Draven Summers. We raised you better than that.” “And Dad too apparently,” added Declan. “Well, good luck, Brother. Let me know how it goes.” Then before he cut the call, he reminded his brother, “Oh, whatever you do, don’t tell them about the pregnancy. That’s not your story to tell. Maybe just tell them about the engagement, but not the pregnancy, or Clara will whip your ass. Literally.” “Talk to you later,” said Draven. He ended the call and slid his phone inside the pocket of his blazer, then he looked up and greeted his parents. “Hey, Mum.” He smiled at her, too brilliantly than normal. He shifted his gaze to his dad and gave a brief nod. “Dad.” His mother, Tiffany, took one sma
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Clarabelle opened her mouth and then closed it again because, despite her wish to say something in return, she simply couldn’t find her voice nor the words that could articulate what was in her mind right now. This was Dean freaking Westminster. He was the worst of the worst. He was the worst player and if anyone asked her two nights ago to point out someone who didn’t know the word ‘love’, she’d either pick her brother Draven or the man standing right in front of her asking to be her baby’s father. Yes, Clarabelle tried to convince herself that she hadn’t heard that wrongly, Dean had just asked her if he could be the baby’s father even though she’d told him that the baby might not even be his. This was absolutely insane. She’d never imagined this day would come thus she had no preparation whatsoever and had zero clue on how to handle this. She didn’t even know how to properly react to his proposal. In order to calm herself since the sight of him was simply too overwhelming at this
“Yes,” answered the man wearing a dark shirt and a dark navy blue blazer. His dark eyes moved from Draven to Clarabelle before he fixed his gaze back on Draven. He leveled his gaze with Draven. Both men were tall and around the same height. “Would you mind giving us some privacy?” Before Draven could say anything, his sister cleared her throat and sat tall on her bed. “Actually, Dean, I would prefer my brother to be here,” she said without breaking eye contact with the man who might be holding her heart. She knew that she’d asked Draven to witness it while she told both Brett and Dean but right at this moment, she truly needed him. At least with her brother being here, she wouldn’t feel so alone and lonely when Dean told her that he didn’t want anything to do with the baby or her anymore. At least with her brother being here, she could put up a face and would not cry. Draven watched the man subtly pat the right pocket of his blazer before sliding his hand into the pocket of his bla
“He’s not going to come,” said Clarabelle really decidedly upon glancing at the door for the eleventh time since the clock hit two in the afternoon. She let out a small sigh, trying to swallow her disappointment as she rested her back on the pillows. In all honesty, she thought that Dean would at least show up. She’d heard from Draven that Dean had been there in the waiting room with the rest of her family while she’d been in surgery. That had given her a bit of hope. Regardless of their disagreement and how messed up the relationship they had, she thought he would at least hear her out or just come to see how she was doing. She’d told the hospital not to accept anyone else other than her family members so when she’d finally texted him to come here, he should’ve taken the chance, right? Or perhaps he no longer cares about her. Damn. That hit even harder than she thought it would. Clarabelle shook her head and closed her eyes. No. She couldn’t start imagining Dean as some sort of kn







