Mila     When the clock struck six o’clock in the evening I was half afraid that the sky would open up and God himself would peer down at me to lend me some best of luck. But nothing like that happened, neither did the floor split apart to swallow me up as I prayed.    What really happened was the phone on my desk ringing, making me jump in my chair and when I picked it up, his cold authoritative, filled with irritation voice snapped into my ear. “Its already four minutes past six, Miss Clinton, why aren’t you downstairs already.”   “Downstairs?” I questioned.   “In the parking lot. I don’t entertain stupid questio

  Jonathan     I slid after my assistant that I had thought and made to believe was a mouse. But it wasn’t a mouse that I saw in that dark alleyway, what I saw was a feral cat or may be a tigress, fighting for her life. After she had stepped out of the car I didn’t know why I had told Jasper to wait. And after ten minutes just when I had signalled him to drive and we were driving I had seen a flash of movement in otherwise quiet street. On instinct I had told my driver to park the car, and I had followed the little shadow.   And what I walked on was her threatening the men double her size with a small knife in her hand. There was no hint of the shy, quiet mouse she showed me all this time. There was a fighter, a tigress ready to do anything to get herself to safety from the hunters that circled h

Mila   I woke up to a knock on my hotel room. Blinking wearily I sat up in the bed, my eyes going to the wall clock on the opposite wall. It was almost seven in the morning. I had spent most of the night twisting and turning around on the bed, getting less sleep than I usually do. And when I did sleep, it was to the dreams of my boss, Jonathan hovering over me, tempting me and erasing the distance between us before his lips settled on mine. Or the other times it were the nightmares where those men caught me before Jonathan could save me. Now, I slipped out of the bed and walked to the door, opening it a bit I peeked out to see a uniformed hotel attendant with a food trolley. I arched a brow in query as I said, “I haven’t ordered breakfast.” “The breakfast is complimentary to our guests, Ma’am.” The man replied. Huh. Last night

Mila   My heart beat a foreign rhythm as I watched him coming toward me. He looked indifferent as if he couldn’t care less, as he walked in that predatory way of his. He wasn’t wearing his coat and the way top two buttons of his shirt were undone and how his sleeves were rolled up, it looked like he was probably enjoying his evening until this very moment. And then his eyes met mine. And I watched his face transforming. I took a step back into my captor at the darkness I saw on that beautiful face. He looked like the fires of hell burned in that gaze. And by the time he reached me I was very aware of the rage rolling off him and I was afraid that he was ready to commit murder. I swallowed. “Jonath—” He stopped me, his eyes cutting to the man behind me. But his words were for Jasper, “Take her inside.” T

JonathanThe ghosts from the past didn’t let me get much sleep, so I spent most of my night running away from them. Wandering around the penthouse from one corner to another. I watched the sunrise as my thoughts, not for the first time, went to the woman sleeping above stairs. I had gone to her room at least four times to check up on her. One of those times I had watched as she had whimpered and silently cried in her sleep, going through a nightmare that caused her body to twitch. I had wanted to go to her and make her comfortable, to pull her out of her nightmare. But I wasn’t sure that I should, at least not now. Not until we have our talk. And all the facts were clear between us. Not to deny it, I was feeling a little bit guilty too and that had stopped me. I wondered if her nightmares included being kidnapped and stuffed into a car trunk. I hope not.And th