ANMELDENJonathan and Geoffey had left the office immediately after the brief meeting with his staff. They cruised through the city all the way to south London. Jonathan was highly regarded as a principled man who always kept his word. Evania had already tasted a bit of that side of him that's why she agreed to go to the dinner.The two gentlemen walked into a huge and enormous glass building of about fifteen floors. They stopped on the tenth floor. Immediately Geoffrey opened the door, the receptionist smiled at him.“He's expecting you” One black lady in a fine suit said, leading the way.They followed her to the excluded room at the end of the hallway. “Mr. Freeman” the words shone in gold above the door frame. The lady knocked and the door opened. She bowed her head to the proceeding gentlemen. Mr. Freeman rose up from his seat, a middle aged bachelor with a straight jawline and brown eyes. He was as tall as Jonathan but with slightly wider shoulders.Jonathan reached for one of the seats
Evania walked into the Walter Building in high spirits, busking that corporate elegance in a red office dress. She waved at the white lady at the reception, speeding past the counter as her feet struck the tiled floor with her black heels.She walked into the elevator and the doors zipped apart to reveal the slippery Elizabeth and her very own companion, the ever-sarcastic Becky.There was another figure in the elevator, a man standing between the two. He glanced at his silver watch and smirked, a subtle gesture that explained a distaste for the corporate lifestyle.Not a single word was mentioned in the elevator, except for Becky's side-eye glances.When the elevator doors opened, Elizabeth walked out, flaunting her gucci hangbag as she cat’walked to the ever clossed cubicle. They watched her back fade away in the small crowd as they approached the dockets.“Very soon she'll find out she doesn't belong inside there,” Becky mumbled, grabbing her leather office chair.Evania sensed the
For a heartbeat, the world around them turned into silence. The tension of the dinner party faded into the predatory stillness of the night, where cold, spying stars bore witness to the theft of a moment. Jonathan’s gaze remained anchored to hers, a magnetic pull that drew him closer as she stood, paralyzed and breathless. The sharp, expensive scent of his cologne invaded her sense of smell, a suffocating luxury, while his thumb traced the V-curve of her cheek, rubbing her skin smoothly and gently.The thin veil of space between them vanished. Evania felt her resolve weaken as Jonathan’s lips crashed against hers. An inescapable warmth, mixed with the bitter, burning smell of champagne, surged through her veins like a live wire. His heavy hands found the fragile line of her waist, his grip a strike of possessive strength and protective slow caresses.Her instincts screamed of danger, yet her heart leaned into the fire, craving more of the ruining kiss. She reached for his broad, inti
As the bickering between the two young Walters escalated, Darlene took the stage amidst the rising chatter and the rhythmic chime of crystal. She snatched the black microphone from its stand, halting the celebratory mood with a sharp announcement that echoed through the screeching speakers. Mrs. Walter immediately stood, raising her glass in a commanding gesture.“Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to interrupt. You’ll all be back to the feasting shortly,” Darlene projected.The murmuring died instantly. All eyes turned to Darlene, whose gaze was fixed like a predator’s on Ivy and Jonathan. The crowd held its breath. Ivy stood and reached for Jonathan’s hand, but he pointedly pulled away, taking Evania’s hand instead.Evania looked up at him and gave a firm, supportive nod. She rose and walked beside him toward the stage, leaving everyone—including Uncle Mark—in stunned silence. As they ascended the steps, the vacuum of silence broke into a feverish hum of whispers. Jonathan held h
The air in the lock-up was thick with the stench of oxidized metal and stale diesel. Graham was on his knees, the grit of the concrete floor grinding into his kneecaps. He was finished; he knew it. His "secure" bolt-hole had been compromised, and Jonathan’s enforcer had already promised him a shallow grave if he didn’t abandon the case. As the redhead retreated into the shadows, the other figure—the one who had caught his face against the jagged edge of the steel door—reached for his pistol. The man didn’t hesitate. He pressed the cold, oil-slicked barrel of the weapon directly into the raw, weeping gash on Graham’s cheek.“Now tell me, counsel, are you ready to face my father’s wrath or do you still want to save your bloody ass?” The woman’s voice drifted from the darkness, silk wrapped around a blade.__ “All I want is every sordid detail regarding my father and that pathetic boy, or I’ll let Andre squeeze the life out of you right here.”Graham panted, his palms slipping on the oil
As evening bled into a bruised purple and the night closed in, Evania rushed toward the exit. Priya had vanished shortly after Mrs. Garvey wrapped up the pre-dinner arrangements. No sooner had the lift doors hissed open than Evania’s eyes fell on the formidable CEO, Jonathan.He had just retrieved a package from the counter and was pivoting back toward the lift when their eyes locked. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched her quickening pace, but Jonathan intercepted her before their shoulders could brush. His hand shot out, his fingers encircling her wrist with a firm, proprietary heat."Leaving already? Too soon, isn't it?" he asked, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum against her skin. He didn't let go; instead, his thumb traced a slow, deliberate line over the pulse point in her hand.The sudden appearance of Mrs. Garvey broke the mounting pressure between them. Evania felt a sharp pang of both relief and abandonment when Jonathan finally with







