Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor. : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

LENA.I stared at the door to his office with sweaty palms. Alexander was behind that door, and I could feel his smell. His breath even from where I stood. I contemplated going in, scared of what I would do when I saw him. Bracing myself, I took the step that would take me to see the man that I thought I had eliminated. Months of suffering, thinking that I ended the life of my mate, and now, I was going to see him. I pushed the door back, and there he was behind the brown oak table, looking down at the laptop in front of him, and suddenly he raised his head, and my heart jumped to my throat. I didn’t know how much I had missed him until I saw him right now. The mate bond slipped through so quickly, like a rush of electricity, it moved through me. I stayed still, trying to steady; he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t remember me, and I had to keep it like that. I couldn’t imagine him going through any more pain. I checked the things Jennie had told me, and it was true. Indeed, every propert

LENA. He told me to think about it. He really wanted me to sleep with Alexander? Why did he even come up with that idea? I sat in my side of the office. I was brought here after Royce dismissed me, and since I had issue with those girls, no one was willing to speak to me. The rumour that I was seducing their bosses had spread like wildfire. Yet, I was shocked because I was used to this type of setting. I had been bullied my whole life. Every time I go somewhere new, I subconsciously start to expect bullying.I was the team leader, yet no one had walked up to me to fill me in on the pending jobs. They were either talking among each other or not saying anything at all. “Where is she?” A man's voice sounded from the door and even before I raised my head to see who it was, I already knew. Then with a grunt he walked over to me and before I could say a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the chair like I weighed nothing. He towered over me, making me seem like I was short when I w

LENA. Jamie walked out of the office, and I swear, I trembled. His steps were slow and dangerous. He was glaring at me when I turned to him, and he looked like a little devil. I knew that this was it, and this man was going to order the downfall of the company that I just joined. Royce might be acting all chilled, but I know deep down he already hates me, and I know deep down there would be no need to be scared. Alexander will remember me because he never wanted to see me again. I stayed still, shocked by the new development. This was it. This was my doom, and no one was going to save me from it. “Royce, who is this little chipmunk?” His devilish eyes didn’t leave mine, and I was left to look at the marble floor. I couldn’t even raise my head because of what I did. “She does look like a chipmunk.” Royce laughed, and I wondered if he ever took anything seriously. “Her name is Lena.” Alexander’s cold voice sounded, and for a second I thought that he was mad because Jamie called me a

LENA. “You must really think you are special, huh?” My chest was poked suddenly and when I turned around I was met by the two young women from the reception the other day. Royce had saved me from them that day but today it looked like no one was going to save me. “Special?” I asked sighing. I was merely waiting for my coffee this morning while thinking of the pile of jobs in front of me. I was also supposed to be at Jamie’s house by eleven to sign the jet project. Getting there wasn't the problem, being with him was. I still didn't know why he requested me of all people. “Yeah, because you got to speak with Jamie and Mr Monaco wants you to work directly with him. He hates partnership!” She spat. I didn't know her name but she had brunette short hair and the second girl was the one I saw at the front desk the other day. “You don't have to bully me, I have kids already. Two of them. I am not someone Mr. Monaco can be interested in,” I sighed. I just didn't want to be involved in t

LENA. His fingers brushed my skin, and I couldn’t stop the tingles running up my spine. He cupped my face and gently wiped my tears away with his thumb. I stood there letting him pull so much heat through me. I didn't stop him, even when I knew I couldn't control myself around him. He was my mat; every touch, his scent, and the heat that came from him, I could feel it all. All I could think about was resting on his shoulders and taking advantage of this moment to be pampered. To be loved. I wanted to tell him how hard it had been for me. And I just wanted him to return home with me, but things don't happen that way. If wishes were horses, then I would ride a few. “Do... do you want to come home with me?” His rough voice sounded, and I could only think of myself at that moment. The pooling in my stomach wouldn’t stop. I felt so much better with him in front of me. I didn't have to use drugs, and I could already feel so much even now."Your house?” I asked. I wonder if this was how