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"I said it, and it's your decision to make"

She lifted the purse which had been on the table, swiped off her mouth to show she had enjoyed the morsel of sweet her taste buds had detected, and walked away, in a femme fatal style; that ramp walks kick-ass heroines made use of at the end of their confidence act or bravery show.

On the other hand, Aiden felt insulted.

Never in his life did he feel so defeated.

And never would he ever feel so.

But this was like a coin's probability.

After having made ten thousand business deals, he was a major hit at this. Always playing his cards right, doing the right thing, gaining profits over losses, enjoying his own victory, devastating other hopes; he was so used to being selfish that he had never known what it meant to be stuck in an emotion like this.

This was so different now. He had experienced something he had never felt before. Now, it wasn't about that woman being a chef, or her body being so cute that it could fit perfectly into his; it was only about she being she.

And now everyone was after that, especially his biggest rival of all time.

He fell upon the couch.

There was no way out of this.

He had to accept the proposal.

No matter what he did, he knew he wanted at least a few days with her alone. There was no other way left out of this, and he knew it. 

His plans ran across that burning head, once more and again.

Just then a shadow lingered in front of him.

A very familiar shadow.

"Master?"

"Mm?"

"She isn't coming out of the room. She is acting........strange"

He sighed and looked up. Harry stood, frozen to death. This wasn't the time of course but he hissed a bit and threw his palm up.

"Master, I'm so sorry but she is too much to handle."

Aiden flew up from the couch,

"Keep your manners when you judge her!"

He bit his tongue. Then extended his palm, upfront. Aiden whose mind was dilemmas and furious didn't notice until when the red tinge caught his eye.

"A wound?'

"She bit me"

He barely made out the words. Aiden looked up, met his glance, and averted gaze.

"Master, I'm sorry"

He shook his head, and without a word, made way for the room.

Just then, her voice arose from the main door.

"Mr. Aiden! Make your deal and go!"

A growl escaped his mouth.

She was enjoying it.

His culprit felt the victory.

He screamed, clenching his fists, turning his back to Harry who was as hysteric as a blind man.

"IT'S ON!"