LOGINYVONNE'S P.O.V
Edgar had been released from prison. The details of his crimes, no one knew and his whereabouts remained a bigger mystery. Yesterday, I went back home only to see his clothes and some of his belongings gone. I didn't know what to feel, relief or worry. I had showed up at work today, thinking that maybe he'll be here too, but it's almost lunch break, and there's no sign of Regional Manager Edgar Baxter. No one even seems to care. Lucinda and Daisy were so busy gushing over the CEO that they didn't spare me and Edgar a slot in their gossip. “I heard he's currently America's most eligible bachelor,” Lucinda said with a dreamy sigh. “Yes.” Daisy agreed. “Do you think he has a girlfriend?” Lucinda sighed again, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I don't care. If he so much as looks at me, I'll drop to my knees” she said wistfully. Something twisted in my chest and a picture of Lucinda and Mr Voss flashed in my mind, the leggy angelic blonde and the intense CEO. They would be a perfect fit. Beautiful even. Maybe he'll hold her the way he held me strong like he was my anchor, maybe he will whisper sweet soothing words in her ears the way he did to me, maybe he'll brush his skin with hers in a way that would send her body heating with desire. The ugly feeling twisted tighter. I should be worrying about my pain-in-the-ass husband and where he’s vanished to, but instead, I’m thinking about my boss in a way that’s borderline inappropriate. A tired sigh heaved out of my lips; I reached for my phone only to find it lit with a message from Edgar. I had muted it, so I didn't hear when the message came. My brows pinched as I read his messages. Each line made less sense than the last. ‘I’m away from Seattle for some time.’ ‘My lawyer Maxwell will send you our divorce papers.’ ‘you don't have to worry about your father anymore.’ ‘Keep the house.’ “What?!” I exclaimed, dumbfounded. First off, Edgar loved that house, he spent a fortune on it. Second of all. What the what? A divorce? I wasn't hurt or sad about it; heck, if anything, I felt relieved. But what had prompted him to just spring it up like that? I mean, we've been together for five years, and Edgar had not once talked about getting a divorce; he seemed just happy with our farce of a marriage. This was confusing, at the very least. I tried calling him but his phone was switched off. I stared at my phone, re-reading his messages. Why the sudden change? Something must have triggered it. Did my father revoke the arrangements between him and Edgar's father? My hope died down as suddenly as it sprung. My father wouldn't. He doesn't care about anyone who isn't him. He's probably somewhere enjoying his life while his daughter and only child is in a dilemma of her own, struggling alone. I pressed the heel of my palm into my eyes, I needed a nap. A long, sweet nap; maybe when I wake up, my world will have sorted itself out magically. I tried calling Edgar again, but it was the same thing, switched off. “Everything okay, Yvonne?” Daisy asked from her cubic. I rolled my eyes, grateful for the divider that separated us both. I knew Daisy wasn't asking out of concern but because she wanted something to gossip about. “Yes,” I answered flatly. “You know if it's because…” The company's landline on my desk rang sharply, cutting off whatever it was Daisy intended to say. I muttered a soft thank you to the universe, I had a lot going on for me today. I didn't need Daisy and Lucinda's quips to add to it. I answered the call “Yvonne Baxter speaking.” The crisp, polished voice of the CEO's secretary replied to me, “Mr. Voss would like to see you in his office now.” My heart skipped a beat. “Did he say what for?” “No.” I waited for her to add something else, any hint, but she didn't. “Alright. I'll be right there.” I said as I ended the call. My hands immediately turned clammy and I reminded myself to breathe. I checked my reflection on the black screen of my monitor. I was suddenly hyper-aware of my looks: black circles under my eyes, and my hair was mostly in place. I smothered it down, but it didn't change a thing. I looked....pale. Uninteresting. But my appearance right now was the least of my concerns. My mind raced a mile a minute as I took the elevator to the CEO's floor. I wriggled my fingers, trying to calm myself. Was he about to fire me? Was this because of Edgar? Is this somehow related to his sudden disappearance? Had Edgar done something wrong and vanished only for me to take the fall of it? My heart pounded with each ding. When I stepped out, Mr. Voss’s secretary offered me a polite nod. “He’s expecting you,” she said in her polished voice, before opening the grand double doors. I felt the breath swoosh out of my lungs for a moment. Mr Voss stood with his back to me, staring out the glass wall into the Seattle skyline. For a second, my eyes lingered on the firm muscles of his back, visible even in his thousand-dollar tailored suit. I quickly averted my gaze and entered. He didn't turn. I cleared my throat. He kept on staring out. I could hear my heart beating in my chest as I waited for him to address me. “Sir” I finally called after a minute. “Close the door behind you,” He requested. I did. The moment the door was closed, something funny glided over my stomach. Finally, he faced me, and my knees wobbled. His deep blue eyes bore into mine, the way they did that night with an intensity that excited the blood in my veins. His hands crossed across his chest; My traitorous eyes followed the movement. Those strong hands that held me from breaking apart. I had ugly cried In his embrace, while he soothed me with soft murmurs not knowing that he was my boss. “You’ve been reassigned.” Mr Voss's statement cut my train of thought. I blinked, not sure if I heard him right “Sir?” Mr. Voss unfolded his arms, his eyes, those eyes like the depths of the ocean, beautiful and dangerous, zeroed in on mine. His massive office suddenly felt too small to hide me from the weight of his stare. He wasn't doing anything. Heck, he hadn't even moved from that spot, and my legs were two minutes from giving out. “You no longer report to Edgar Baxter. You are joining my executive team immediately.” My lips parted. Was this like World's Surprise Day or something? “Sir?” I briefly closed my eyes as the question left my lips, this was my third ‘sir’ in three minutes Mr Voss walked to his desk and picked up a folder. Every stride was purposeful, powerful. “Executive Personal Officer.” he continued “You'll be working directly under me. Shadowing every meeting. Assisting with daily and strategic tasks. Coordinating with senior executives.” My confusion hit its all-time high. “This is wonderful. Anyone in the company would feel grateful about this huge promotion, Sir, but I have to say, It feels very sudden, and besides, Me?” A dark shadow fell off his face. A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Yes, you. Are you questioning my decision?”He asked in a voice that was soft and firm at the same time. I shook my head “No sir” “Good. Now that we've settled that, know that the hours are unpredictable. You’ll be required to be on call. Available at any time, including evenings and travel.” He walked around his desk, coming closer to me. The funny feeling returned. Married woman. I chided myself inwardly. He placed the folder in my hands “Are you in?” “Yes,” I heard myself answering before giving it proper thought. Mr Voss's lips curled at the side and my God, that did something to me. He nodded. “Good. Go home and pack what you'll need.” My brows furrowed “Pack?” He regarded me, his eyes slowly tracing the lines of my face, my lips, and.... lower. His look had more effect than Edgar's touch could, and again, I had to remind myself that I was married. When Mr Voss spoke again, his voice was low and raspy, as if he was fighting back something. “Yes, Yvonne. We leave for Europe Tonight.”SIXTEEN YEARS AGO: CLAYTON Dad kept checking me like I would drop on the spot and die.“Son, you sure you’ve got your inhaler?” he asked for the fourth time in an hour.I didn't look up from the comic book resting on my lap, but I knew he was watching me with that same worriedexpression he always had whenever I stepped farther than five feet away from him.“Yes, Dad,” I answered as loudly as I could, which wasn’t that loud anymore. “It’s in my front pocket, zipped tight" I patted the stuff over my combat shorts. “See?”Dad hummed softly, turning the steering wheel carefully as he took a bend on the road. Morning sunlight poured through the windshield and into the car, flashing over his expensive watch, the sky was filled with bright clouds and people walked their pets on the streets while wearing colourful clothesI loved the city in Summer. It felt so bright and alive and I couldn't wait to be under the warm sunDad slowed down at a traffic light, tapping his fingers against the s
YVONNE'S P.O.VThe little velvet box stole my breath away, alongside any coherent thought I possessedMy lips parted, a soft helpless sound slipping out. They shut and parted again, struggling to say something I was speechless Mr Voss took a step closer to me, so that the space between us was nothing but an inch or two. The navy of his eyes twinkled with delight “Yvonne" he called my name softly, as soft as the sweet breeze that blew past us. I glanced down from his face to the velvet back box, my heart constricted “Mr Voss” My voice came out smaller than I intended. ”What is in that?"He didn't answer me immediately, but he watched me with something like amusement flickering in his eyes, then the corner of his mouth curved upward in a slow smile that had my stomach clenching and my knees wobbling I felt his hot, minty breath when he rapsed “It's for you”He lifted the lid Nestled against a cloth of white soft fabric was a silver bracelet, the most beautiful silver bracelet I h
YVONNE’S P.O.V The moment the conference room doors closed behind us, the muffled noise inside faded into silence. I somehow managed to release the breath I've been holding even though I was still tensed. My heart was pounding from everything that had just happened “Phoebe" I muttered, still in shock. “I never would have believed it was her" Mr Voss's firm hand on my waist pressed in tighter, I should have shifted away, I should have reminded him that we were in public and he should stop being overly familiar, but instead, I leaned into his touch He felt warm, comforting, too good. I felt more than heard his next words “People can be deceiving Yvonne darling" Those words left an imprint on my skin, deep and permanent. Heck, it settled somewhere inside my soul. I wonder how Mr Voss can make a simple word like ‘darling' sound so...so sinful “Including you?" I teased, for lack of anything better to say He paused in his steps, making me pause too. Mr Voss gave me an incredul
YVONNE'S P.OV“Phoebe Hamilton” Mr Voss's words boomed through the upstiring commotion To say I was in shock would be the understatement of the year “Phoebe?" I muttered, my fingers trembling on my lap. It didn't make sense, It didn't make any sense. Phoebe and I have always been on good terms, she had no reason to sabotage my presentation flash drive. So why?Mr Voss gave another signal to the tech guys who turned the projector off. He stretched out a hand, pointing towards someone, her “Phoebe Hamilton, step forward” He had spoken those words calmly, but a dark undercurrent ripped through the room in hot waves, everyone could feel the rage behind those words I twisted in my seat, looking towards where Phoebe was. Her mouth was agape, she kept on shaking her head frantically “No, Sir. Please"My insides twisted when tears ran down her cheeks, and her face turned very pale, she didn't look so good.Mr Voss's jaw ticked with impatience “Now!" He commanded, making everyone, me includ
YVONNE'S P.O.VBy ten a.m. prompt, a message had circulated through every floor of SilverThorn Luxury Group. Every single employee had been assigned to the executive conference hall on the eleventh floor.It was very noisy when I stepped in and took my seat at the front, where the senior staff sat. HR executives, department managers, regional supervisors, and board representatives occupied the rows closest to the stage while the rest of the employees filled the seats behind us.A few heads turned to look at me as I walked, some with disdain and envy, some with just surprise. A few months ago, I had been the ‘Laughing stock’ of SilverThorn Group, everyone knew that Edgar Baxter was only promoted to the position of Regional Manager because of my work, which he stole credit forAnd yet, he treated the trash outside better than he did to meMy promotion from a low-level staff to one of the highest positions in SilverThorn had come as a massive shock to everyone, some people are yet to com
YVONNE'S P.O.VThe weekend passed by with excruciating slowness. I texted Sasha all through, making sure she was okay and that no effects from the smoke inhalation lingered. As far as I could tell, she was very healthy and back on set. This time, they took extra precautions in case of another accident“Tell me about the good stuff" She demanded on our first FaceTime after I landed in Seattle. I tried to laugh it off, but Sasha saw right through meThere hasn't been any ‘good stuff’ between Mr Voss and me in a few days. Seeing Kate in Florida had shaken me so badly that I genuinely thought it was more than I could handle, but I didn't know where or what gave me the courage to stand up for myself.It ... just happened I got so fed up with everyone thinking they could talk me over that something inside of me snapped, or maybe, maybe it was because I had a source of strength I haven't even fully acknowledged Maybe because I knew that Mr Voss was there, watching, that he had my back
YVONNE'S P.O.VMy head fell back and tingles spread all over my body.For a moment, for one beautiful moment, I ceased to exist. I felt his stubble on my jaw, scraping deliciously, I felt his lips on my chin, teasing me while his thumb… oh boy…Mr Voss's fingers were nothing short of magical.A flic
CLAYTON’S P.O.VI had five months to make Yvonne fall in love with me.Five months to make the woman I love mine and a much lesser time to fulfil the condition of my father’s will. The street blurred as I drove to SilverThorn Group—The company I would lose if I didn't meet up with my father's dema
YVONNE'S P.O.VA black Porsche was the first thing I saw when I came down the taxiNext was the man who owned the Porsche, the one who somehow was more powerful and commanding than the car itself.My hands turned sweaty, and the memory of the last time I'd seen him burned my mind.‘We're nowhere ne
YVONNE'S P.O.VSomehow, in between locking my lips with Mr Voss and kissing each other senseless, I found my keys in my purse.It was pure agony to separate from him so I could unlock my door, but we were outside on my porch, and anyone could see us. Besides, I couldn't do all the things I had in mi







