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Hot! Hot! Why was she feeling so hot all of a sudden? Ria blinked rapidly but her eyelids felt too heavy to stay open, there was no way she was drunk— the only thing she drank was the orange juice which Nathan had given her. He wouldn't... he couldn't have put anything in it. That was impossible. Nathan was her fiancee, he wouldn't hurt her. She leaned against the cold restroom walls, her breath were getting shallow and a wave of heat surged through her body- her mind in disarray— a thousand thoughts crashing into each other. She needed to leave before she loose control. Gathering herself, Ria staggered towards the door, her legs gave in before she reached the door, as another wave of heat surged through her body again. She dragged herself up— each step was slow and disoriented. But just as she reached the entrance of the room, she heard voices speaking in low tones behind the door, which was lightly opened. "Kelly, you're not supposed to be here. If Ria sees you, s

Ria woke up slowly, her body was aching as if she'd been hit by a truck. For a moment, her mind was blank, but the sharp pain between her thighs brought her back to reality. This wasn't her room. Where was she? She jolt up and her hand brushed against something— it was a person! Someone was in the bed with her. Dread crept over her like frost as she turned her head, inch by inch. The man lying beside her emitted an irresistible and majestic aura that made people bow their heads when they come close to him, he was not only handsome but his well defined and his sharp features were similar to that of an Adonis His chest was bare—smooth, toned, rising and falling in calm, even breaths. He had high cheekbones and his tousled dark hair made him look like a sleeping sex appeal How did she end up in bed with this stranger? she wondered. Last night she— then like torn paper in the wind, her memories flooded back; Nathan’s smooth smile as he handed her the glass of juice, the heat th

Ria stepped into the lobby of the Williams Group and she froze.Her heart caught before she even reached the front desk. The air in this company— it was cold, sharp and almost judgmental. And suddenly all the confidence she had while riding the bus over just... vanished.She gripped her bag tightly, her fingers shaking slightly as she held on to her sketchbook— that was her truth— the only thing she could use to prove herself. But now that she was here, she felt like a fraud pretending to be bold.Ria embraced herself; she wasn't going to back down now— it wasn't just about revenge, it was also about her survival.The past week was hell.She had tried to make an appointment with the Williams Group but it felt like she was chasing shadows. She had sent emails, left voicemail but no response. Ria knew that without an agent or a company backing her they weren't going to consider even looking at her portfolio but still she kept trying because no fashion company agreed to hire her.Every f

"Did you really notify her about the interview today?" Alex voice cut through the quiet of the office, low but pointed. He didn't look up from the document Noah had just handed him— he just stared at him, like it might somehow give him the answers he was looking for. Noah shifted where he stood. His boss had gotten to the office at 7am— two full hours before the interview was scheduled— because of her. Ria Hartley. And even though he knew it was a little ridiculous, part of him didn't blame his boss for acting this way. He wasn't just being paranoid. It was more like— anticipation. Uneasy, electric anticipation. He had never seen his boss like this. Not even when closing eight figure deals. He hasn't been himself all morning. He was distracted, restless and his eyes flicked towards the clock every few minutes. For someone who usually had the emotional range of a locked vault, it was startling to see. And it said a lot. Ria Hartley wasn't just any woman. At least not to Alex.

"You mean... she was employed? Nathan snapped, his voice sharp with disbelief as he clutched his phone a little too tightly. it was too early—or too late—for this kind of information. He had just dragged himself in from the office after pulling an all-nighter, running mostly on coffee and his willpower. Securing the contract had been a victory. But delivering on it? That was a different battlefield altogether. And without Ria, it was starting to look like a lost cause. He had met with many designers after Ria left, but not one came close to the brilliance she delivered. The Williams Group would know if the quality stopped—they weren't idiots. The sudden ringing of his phone pulled him out from his thoughts. At first he was reluctant to pick up the call—for fu**king sake, he was tired and was not in the mood to entertain anybody—but on seeing the name that flashed on the screen, he froze—it was the person who gave him intel on Williams Group; he worked there too. He'd never call