All Chapters of I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vane glanced at her, his stare louder than the chuckle that tore through the silence in the room. If there was one thing he hated, it was feeling small. She knew that all too well. His jaw tightened, and he slammed his fist on the table. He whipped his head in Ethan's direction—shot up from his seat like a bullet from a gun and grabbed Ethan by the suit. She jumped on her feet—and so did Vane's Chief of Staff. "What are you doing? Let him go!""Mr Vane!"Vane stood a head shorter than Ethan, seething. Ethan didn't blink—once. He didn't seem fazed by Vane's actions. He held his hand up to her without as much as a glance. She didn't need to hear him say it, she could tell. 'Stand back. I've got this'. "So much ego in one little person," Ethan said. "One correction and you throw a tantrum.""Shut your f***ing mouth, a**hole," he tightened his grip. "I'll need you to let go of me, Mr Vane. There are security cameras in this room and I can sue you for assault."Vane scoffed, a corner

Fireworks lit up in her head like it was new year's eve. Colors of every shade exploded like dynamite as her lips brushed up against his. She pulled away and met his gaze. His eyes were wide, searching hers like she was some kind of mystery box. He didn't blink once. His gaze softened, then travelled down to her lips. He reached for her chin—thumb softly brushing against her lower lip. His gaze met hers once again—harbouring an intense hunger that hadn't been there before. The breath left her lungs. Her heart knocked against her ears . She hoped he couldn't hear it. He dipped his head till they were eye-to-eye, the heat of his body suddenly a crushing weight. He tilted her head back, then leaned closer. She closed her eyes to brace for his lips—But it never came. Her eyes fluttered open. Ethan was frozen still, staring. Fear crossed his eyes—just for a second, then it was gone. He pulled away, taking with him the warmth she had grown so accustomed to. In its place, the breez

"One day, I saw him crying on the couch. He was drunk. He mentioned that he may never find her. He desperately needed to."Wynn's brows furrowed. "....why?""To apologise and tell her how he felt. He told me he owed her a lot and if he never got to meet her again, then he'd never be able to move on. She was his first love."The pieces to a puzzle she had no idea she was building started to fit. **"When I found out that you worked at Shelterline, my original plan to move far away and live my own life instantly changed. I knew that I had- no- I *needed* to see you."** She recalled Ethan's words from the restaurant. From his sudden and infuriating confession. The day their relationship set out to change. She rarely looked back on those memories, because to her, they were similar to their highschool days; Ethan stringing her along and using her as he pleased. But....he was serious? He was being honest? If it was all true, then Ethan had been searching for her all these years.That

Wynn didn't think. She turned on her heels and ran for the hotel. She needed to get to a place where there were people. The heavy stomps of Vane's feet echoed from behind her, each step in perfect rhythm to the pounding of her heart. She couldn't breathe. The breath in her lungs burned like fire, storing up in her throat like coal too hot to swallow. Up ahead, she could hear chatters and see the bright lights from the hotel. She was close. Just a bit more. Her hope was short-lived, because in that moment, Vane's large and rough hands grabbed a hold of hers, pulling her back with a sharp painful force. She let out a scream. It was a reflex. She didn't mean to, but she knew she had to. She ignored the sharp pain shooting up from her butt to her back and let out another scream. LOUDER. The breath leaving her lungs felt like fire. She couldn't think. All that ran through her mind were memories of that day. The same hands that covered her mouth and shunned her pleas, shunned her s

His arm was raised like he was about to knock. It took her a moment to recognise his build and hair—especially his cologne. "Ethan?""Hey." Was all he said. "I was just coming to see you..."She couldn't see his eyes, but she could tell he examined her from head to toe. "In that?"She glared. "And what about you? What's with the getup?""I'm just feeling a little under the weather." He coughed. Wynn narrowed her eyes. She didn't know what he was selling, but she wasn't buying it. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. "Really? You don't look sick.""That's because it's just a cough for now. I don't want to give you a cold." He coughed again. "So why did you have shades on? Pink eye?"He tensed up. Her brows shot up. He didn't think of an excuse for that one it seems. "I just came to check up on you and inform you that your name's been cleared. Vane has been exposed and everyone knows he was lying." *He changed the subject.* She mused. "I saw." She started.