Trust Fall With EAMON RODGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Harris handed Eamon a thick file as the car drove out from the insurance company and into the bustling city streets.  "Sir, I've gathered all the information about Ms. Heather. Everything is in this file," he said, his voice professional and composed. "Also, your mother called. She said you should come home today." Eamon took the file, his expression unreadable behind his dark glasses. "Thank you, Harris," he replied, flipping open the file and skimming through its contents. "I'll deal with this later."  He glanced out the window, watching people going around with their daily lives, though his mind was occupied with no other than Heather. "Make sure our men are all over and watching her without her knowledge." "Yes, sir," Harris replied.  Eamon leaned back in his seat, removing his glasses. His green eyes, with their mysterious, swirling patterns, scanned t

Immediately after entering the study, Heather kept her head down, the door behind her closing with a decisive thud.  The sound echoed in the room, reinforcing the feeling that there was no escape. She was alone with the wealthy Adonis known as Eamon Rodge.  Or perhaps it wasn't just her mindset—maybe Harris, who had closed the door, intended for her to feel that way.  She took a deep breath and looked up, meeting Eamon's gaze.  He was sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk, his piercing green eyes fixed on her. He removed his glasses slowly, placing them on the desk, and leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "What brings you here, Ms. Heather?" Eamon asked, his voice smooth and calm. Heather swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. "I need your help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

 "You made so many demands, how is Madam Eamon going to meet them?"   Eamon's movements froze, his glass of wine suspended mid-air. "What did you call her?" he asked, his tone flat and even, but his eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement.  Harris looked up at Eamon, whose sophisticated eyes now stared deep into his, as if searching for something.  "M... Madam Eamon," Harris stuttered, his eyes darting away.  Eamon's face then broke into a desperate, childish smile, his eyes shining with an unsettling intensity.  "I'll triple your bonus this month and the next six months," he offered, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.   Harris's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. This offer was too good to be true. It happened once in a NEVER!  "As you say, Boss." He nodded hastily,

Heather stood frozen. She was shocked as well as utterly speechless. Her heart wqs still racing as a result of the wild currents of desire but, what was it with this harsh reality of his rejection? She couldn't even comprehend what had just transpired, she was confused and unsatisfied."Mr. Rodge, wait—" she began, but he turned on his heel, leaving her breathless and aching for more. The door clicked shut behind him, isolating her in the study, and thanks to the silence her own heartbeat was amplified.She took a shaky breath, trying to ground herself. The fabric of the dress lay before her, untouched, as if mocking her inability to focus. It was mocking her!‘Do not hit it or yell at it, Heather. It's just a dress,’ she reminded herself. Just a project. Good, it didn't have eyes to witness this moment, even if it is sort of a potential witness.After a moment, she returned to continue her work but her fingers were fumbling with the needle and thread, shaky and unsteady. Her mind c

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow into the plush white designed room. Heather lay in the plush jacuzzi, the fragrant honey and milky scent enveloping her, making her feel relaxed, happy and well content. She had no idea how Eamon managed to arrange everything before her arrival or after, all in a few hours, but her mind was too hazy to dwell on it.That lovely heaven-like tranquility was shattered by her phone ringing incessantly. She frowned at the screen when she saw the caller: ‘Remember To Kill Me’, it was Marcus. Suddenly, to Heather, it felt like the sound of her ringtone was irritating, like an annoying fly buzzing around her head. She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw the phone against the wall. After all, it cost Arthur a lot to get it and would probably cost more now to get a phone like this.“Ugh, not this again,” she muttered to herself, reluctantly reaching for her phone after it rang again and again.Marcus's voice