The creepy bald man from the party was walking right to the direction of the elevator. Why was he here? What did he have to do with Hunter? Could he...? Did Hunter...? Oh, God!! A swirl of questions flooded my head as I pushed on the first floor button, praying he wouldn't notice. But since fate wasn't working in my favor lately, his eyes landed on me, and his feet padded faster.Oh, no, no, no! My breath got caught in my throat, and my heart felt like jumping out of my mouth. I kept pushing on the button until a ding reached my ear. A sigh of relief almost left my mouth when a foot stepped in-between the closing doors, blocking the process. Oh hell, no! Not today!He stepped in the doorway, and my hands balled into fists. I swung my hand back to punch him, but to my utter surprise, the man curtsied.The arrogant, perverted man actually curtsied.“I'm truly, u

I sat in my cabin, head buried inside a file. Nope, not just one file, on either side of my working table gracefully sat one hundred and fifty-seven files yet to be checked. After those two jammers left, Hunter called his personal receptionist whose name I just found out was Caleb and barked some orders. Caleb, like a good obedient employee, dragged me out of Hunter's office, and I didn't even protest. I was too overwhelmed by the fact that he started a traffic jam in the middle of a busy Manhattan street just so he could stop me. Could he imagine how many employees were late at their work for getting stuck in a deliberately-created jam and losing their jobs in the process? The blood in my veins boiled like molten lava. Before I was out of the room, I threw a look over my shoulder, and our eyes met. Was I hallucinating, or was that an amused look in those pool of sea-greens?Caleb showed me to the a

Time seemed to decelerate as my eyes drifted around the room, taking in its condition. Files, a lot of files. On my table, on the shelf, on the floor, scattered like a tornado decided to say hello. A small piece of paper on the table caught my attention. Stalking there, I picked it up and raised it in front of my eyes. In clear bold letters, three words were written. Arrange in order. It didn't take me long to recognize who the elegant handwriting belonged to. Closing my eyes, I crumpled the paper in my fist, and a traitorous warm liquid rolled down my cheek. My hand shot up, wiping it off. 'No,' I told myself and picked the files one by one from the table. If he thought even after all the things I went through the whole day without quitting, he could stop me by wrecking my room, then he was wrong. So very wrong. I won't quit. I will never qu- A sob welled up my throat, and my hand

The next morning I sat at the breakfast table, the head chair to my left was empty. Hunter never showed up. Later Donna informed me that he left early for Italy on a business trip. I didn't know if he actually went for business purposes, or he was avoiding me to a whole new level for finding out a concealed piece of his past. My eyes drifted over the rest of the Kings family and stopped at Julia. How could I be so blind to not notice that before? Blue eyes, blonde hair, heart shaped face. She had no resemblance to Hunter, and that confirmed my doubts. She wasn't Hunter's real mother. That woman from the picture was, and he missed her. No matter what happened that made her a forbidden topic, he still missed her. I felt a tug at my heartstrings.How would I know what happened to her? I peered at Karen. She definitely knew everything. But could I ask her? Would she tell me, or would she be angry? Deci

That night I went to sleep with a mixed feeling of mirth and melancholy and later had a strange dream. Hunter came into my room. Indeed, it was strange because that son of a rock would never come to check on me, now, would he?The peaceful darkness began getting lighter. My eyes fluttered open and closed again, a moan escaping my lips as the soft golden ray of the morning sun fell right on my face. Turning my face to the other side I stretched, a yawn leaving my mouth. I sat up rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. I didn't need the help of an alarm clock to wake up anymore. It became a habit the past week when I had to handle a lot of work in Hunter's absence. Though it wasn't like I could relax now that he was back, rather work harder like a soldier in the field.I let out a groan and reached the nightstand to get my phone. Sliding the screen, I read the time and put the phone back in its place. It was 6:57 am. I h