Chris knows he is asking too much from Mia. He has no right to ask her to quit her job. It is her life. It is her job. But he doesn’t want her to get hurt in their ugly family business. Anthony and Lily will find ways to use her, antagonize her, and eventually ruin her for good, just like what they have done to the old man’s other assistants. Look what Lindsey has got herself into. A federal charge is awaiting her.“I can’t. And why do you want me to quit?” Mia asks innocently.“Because working for my father is complicated and dangerous.”“As dangerous as you?” Chris likes her wittiness.“Far more dangerous than me.”“I’m not afraid of danger. I can take care of myself. ” And she is also headstrong.Chris realizes it is futile to persuade her out of the job right now. She is too oblivious to the dangers lurking around her. But He cannot let anything happen to her before she sees things clearly. He needs her to be safe and sound. He will personally make sure of that.“Promise me you wi
A week has passed since that intense kiss. Chris hasn’t called or texted Mia. It is like he is pretending nothing has happened.Mia doesn’t know how to respond to Chris’s inaction. She always let the men (currently only two in her life) take the lead in a relationship. They professed their crushes and she went along with them.But with Chris, it is different. Mia senses he is closed off at times like he is unwilling to let people into his heart. She likes him. A LOT. Her feelings frighten her.If Chris is just an ordinary man, Mia might have asked him out without thinking too much. But he isn’t. He is Chris Wayne, the hottest and most eligible billionaire bachelor whose father happens to be her boss. Their worlds are vastly different.And the bills and debts that keep piling up call her attention to something more urgent: surviving. So she pushes this secret crush and longing to the back of her mind and occupies her mind with her new job.Now she is sitting anxiously in Mr. Powell’s o
The maid leads Mia into an office on the third floor and asks her to wait there.Mia sits uneasily on a beige sofa and takes in the room which the maid said is Mrs. Powll’s office.The room is bigger than the flat she and Calvin share, almost twice the size. Sunlight floods in through the window, pink and blue hydrangeas blossom in a beautiful vase, and art pieces hang on the wall. Mrs. Powell actually has a good taste in art.A picture frame that stands on the side table catches Mia’s attention. In that photo, two women with the same blonde hair and green eyes hug each other tightly, and their faces light up with smiles.Mia walks towards it and peers at it closely. One of them is Mrs. Powell. She looks so much younger, probably in her 20s. The big smile on her face is carefree and full of innocence. She is pretty, but her good looks are eclipsed by the other woman, whose breathtaking beauty draws people in like magic. Her golden hair cascades down her back in luscious waves, her eye
Looking at the tree-lined street through the window, Mia is overwhelmed with joy and disbelief. She and Calvin are going to live in this bright and spacious two-bedroom apartment in Park Slope rent-fee. Rent-free!“Do you like it?” Susie approaches Mia with a big smile.“Yes, very much. I’m speechless right now.” It is true. It is the best apartment she and her family have lived in.“Thank you so much for recommending me,” Mia says gratefully.“You can buy me a cup of coffee another day.” Susie chuckles.“A cup of coffee won’t be enough to express my gratitude.”“Don’t exaggerate. I just put in a good word for you. Girls help girls.” Susie winks.“You’ve been so kind to me, Susie. I’m so glad you are my mentor.”“I’m glad too. I have to go and pick up my niece. I’ve left the keys on the dining table. See you at the party tomorrow.”“Thank you so much, Susie.” Susie gives Mia a warm hug and walks out of the apartment.Now all alone by herself, Mia sits on the big and comfy sofa in the
The Powell Mansion is lit up in the dark night. Well-known public figures emerge from the expensive cars that pull over in front of the mansion, causing traffic congestion in the area. The street is swarmed with society reporters wishing to take snapshots of socialites, business tycoons, and politicians.Standing behind Mr. Powell at the main entrance of the mansion, Mia is nervous as hell. She had never attended parties like this. As if sensing her uneasiness, Susie gives her hand a gentle squeeze, and says, “you look gorgeous today.”Mia smiles back at Susie as a thank you. She is wearing the royal blue velvet dress purchased by Sophia. She never thought the mysterious item Sophia bought in that Williamsburg store was this dress. And she didn’t expect that Sophia bought it for her, either.A few days ago Mia was very anxious about what to wear for the party. She doesn’t own any nice dresses, especially not ones for grand occasions like this. She didn’t want to embarrass herself with
Mia’s heart skips a beat when Chris’s name is called. She quickly turns her head towards the door, but only gets a glimpse of his back. Oh no. He must have misunderstood what he has seen.Standing up in a hurry, she wants to catch up with Chris and explains to him. But Anderson catches her arm. “Mia,” Anderson whispers with hesitation on his face, “Don’t go.”“I have to go,” she breaks loose of Anderson’s hand, and runs towards the door before he could say anything.Chris is walking in long strides toward the end of the hallway which leads to the stairs. He walks too fast, and her heels are not helping at all.“Chris,” Mia calls in a breathless voice. She finally catches up with him before he descends the stairs.“Let me explain.”“Explain what, Mia? ” Chris’s voice and looks are as cold as ice. It makes Mia’s heart freeze.“Anderson is just a friend. Nothing happens between us.”“Mia, you don’t owe me an explanation. You are free to date anyone.”“I’m not dating him. My heart is take
Chris drives silently all the way to his penthouse in Wayne Tower. The air in the car is charged with sexual tension. He could sense Mia’s nervousness. She is shifting uneasily on the passenger seat.Now they are riding the elevator alone. Just the two of them. Chris pulls Mia closer to him, letting her feel his erection, his want. He hears Mia gasp and watches the deep crimson on her face. He lets her know that he wants her. He wants her so bad. He wants wild sex with her to chase the pain away.The minute he closes the door of his penthouse behind them, his lips crush Mia’s in a hungry and demanding kiss. Mia voluntarily parts her lips, granting him access to her mouth more than willingly. His tongue desperately finds hers, stroking hers. His hand slides into her hair and pulls her closer so that he could kiss her exactly the way he wants: possess her, own her, mark her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss, Mia stands on tiptoe and wraps her arms around his neck. He moves his
Plunging into the water, Chris starts his daily workout routine. He tries to clear his thoughts while doing the laps. Last night changed so many things. What should he do with Mia? Did he act impetuously by taking her here and claiming her? He sure doesn’t regret making love to her. What happened between them last night was amazing and mind-blowing. He never felt so jealous in his life when he saw Anderson sitting so close to Mia. Anderson likes Mia more than just a friend. Chris could tell that from the way he looks at her. He almost lost control there. He nearly barged in, tore Mia away from his stepbrother, and warned him to step back even though he knows that Anderson is a good and respectable guy. Instead, he walked away because reason took the upper hand. Maybe this was for the best. He was not ready to confront himself about his feelings for Mia. That was a dangerous territory to go into. He was not familiar with the feelings swelling in his chest. Jealousy and even anger.