Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Magnetic Alpha: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Becca.And as a true feminist when it comes to some issues, Cindy is the type that will never settle for less or allow you trample on other’s feelings so you can feel good.The last thing she wanted to do was stay in a toxic environment with an arrogant female boss who did not know how to appreciate the efforts of her staff even though they kept doing better and surpassing targets every month but in consideration for others, she kept enduring the woman's bullshit.Though I did not tell her, I must confess that I salute her courage and perseverance. Someone like me would have left such a place a long time ago. A toxic environment is the last place I can work and as a designer who needs extreme calm and peace to be able to work and bring out the best design suitable to a client’s need, I would be useless with such a boss.“That’s how it should be, Babes. You should not give a hoot about her when it is obvious she does not care about you and others' efforts.” I finally consoled her.“Exa

Becca.“I am so nervous right now I can’t believe it.” It was not only Cindy that was surprised to hear this confession, I was also. I had not planned to speak it out loud.“You know why?” She asked with a distracted air as she worked on my dress.“Why what?” I asked impatiently, unsure of her meaning.“I mean do you know why you are nervous? This is not the first time you are meeting the man or going out with him so I wonder why.” She pointed out casually as she pulled on the zip to open it up. Holding on to her shoulder with one hand, I stepped into the dress.“Well, this is different.” It was only after I said it that I realised what I just confirmed.“So now you are willing to admit the man now means a lot more than he did before?” She glanced up to look me in the eye pointedly.“Well, yea. Maybe.” I said with a shrug, unwilling to admit everything for now.“Hmm. Maybe we are heading somewhere. There is hope.” And that was all she said to it.“Is that the best you could offer?” I

Becca. This date is not turning out to be what I envisaged or expected. Where is the sexual bond I was sure we created in that office this morning? Why am I feeling as if we have taken some steps backward since then? “Do you know why I am sitting here while I allow you to sit over there all alone?” The man commented suddenly again and I wondered if his motive was to give me high blood pressure. Unfortunately, I am too curious to pretend disinterest. Not when I have been angrily wondering the same thing for the past ten minutes we have been on the road. I arched an eyebrow pointedly in silent enquiry and he smiled before answering. “Because you are so beautiful I am not sure we will make it to the dinner if I allow myself to get close. Even now, it takes all the self control I have not to leap across the space that is between us.” He told me outright without any effort at censorship. “Aha.” That’s all I could say. Aware that there is nothing I could do about the blush covering th

Becca. Good! “Now, look at the faces. No, not the ladies, ignore those ones. I mean the men. Look at their faces and tell me what you see?” He continued, still in that mesmerising voice. “That they all look good and pompously rich?” I murmured, unsure of what he was asking me. He chuckled. “That, they are, but that is not what I am asking of you. Look deeper, especially at those who are busy stealing glances at our table and tell me what you see in their eyes.” He continued and I began to despair. I really don’t know what it was that he could see that I could not. “Respect for you?” I finally answered, sure that there was the answer but he gave his head a shake and I almost gave up. “You are close, but not yet, and that’s because your mind is close to them and their expressions. Look at them in the same way you are viewing the ladies, Becca, and tell me what you see.” I could hear the gentleness in his words and that gave me some level headed calm. Turning more comfortably on m

Becca.His eyes were hooded as he glanced at me.“Bother me? What exactly is meant to bother me yineka mou?” He questioned gently and I could see he was trying to understand.“Wasting so much food. There are many hungry souls out there, Christos.” I tried to make him understand.“And you are bothered by this? Is that what you are trying to tell me?” He murmured slowly with his fork paused in the air.“Yes, yes I am bothered.” I cried softly and he took some minutes to stare at me“Then will it help if I tell you I always make sure the untouched leftovers are neatly packed for the needy that usually come to the kitchen door? They know I don’t support food wasting yineka mou and that is why I have a good relationship with the proprietors of every restaurant I frequently visit.” He explained gently and it was some full minutes before I allowed myself to believe his words.If they ask me later, I will probably would say that was the moment I fell in love with him. This wonderful man.“How