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CHAPTER 20

CHELSEA I keep a steady pace behind Dante as we run through the park. Sweat beads on my brow as the morning sun beats down on me. Did we come out late? The sun is way hotter than on other days. After last week, I don't even know what to do or think. Dante has been looking at me with wary eyes, but after he investigates, he will find out it's not me. I just hope whoever Ilya has planned to take the fall doesn't end up dead. I spot a little girl sitting on a bench and slow down. "Can... can I just sit a bit?" I say between harsh pants. He rolls his eyes and stops. "Thank you," I heave out loudly and sit on the bench. The little girl, not older than eight, clutches her small doll, a baby wrapped up in her arms. She's barely holding on to the baby properly, and her eyes are searching the park. Dante sits next to me, not sparing a breath. "I'm a bit tired today," I say, staring forward. "Of course you are." "Is that supposed to be sarcastic?" I retort. "Do I loo

CHAPTER 21

CHELSEAThe itch beneath my skin has been begging to be scratched the entire time I've been here. I only have evidence of Dante's neutrality. He's not evil, but he's not good either.And neither am I. What am I even doing?My dad's journal said he was the one. He was last seen at his warehouse.The bullet used was one of the standard ones procured by the Mexican cartel. And he's in deep business with the cartel.It's either Dante's a good liar or... or... or nothing. Either he's a good liar, or I'm seeing things and my mind is just out of it.I tap my legs against the marble floor of my office.The mystery of Dante is eating at my head.The phone rings by my side.I pick it up, and a shrill voice comes through."It's Margaret from Legal. Mr. Dante needs to confirm a few things with the team.""No, Mr. Dante is not available right now. He has a meeting soon," I respond to Margaret."I just need to inform him about—""You can inform me, Margaret. Send an email.""It's just, the head of

CHAPTER 22

CHELSEAI glance through the side of my eyes and spot Dante. He is all the way over at the other table with the guests.While I'm here with Giovanni.The grand conference hall is arranged with small round tables filling the hall. Each table seats esteemed guests and owners of grand business empires around the world.I eat my food silently, not paying Giovanni any attention or the man that sits with us.He seems to be another assistant or an employee.The segregation was loud.I personally have no qualms. Separating the employers from the employees is only little in the grand scheme of things."You've been staring at him," Giovanni states as a matter of fact rather than asking.I already expected this, so it does not come as a shock. Even I am aware of how obvious my stares were getting."Yes, and?""I'm just fascinated by how close the both of you have become.""We spend most of our days together. It's a given." I take a bite of the tender meat."You're not his first assistant.""I am

CHAPTER 23

CHELSEASitting on the opposite side of Dante confuses me. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse.On one side, I get to stare at him all day during the conference. But the way this man speaks. Ugh.He is more articulate than anyone I have ever heard, but...Realization hits me like a bullet train. Dante is never this articulate, at least when we're together.He... stutters when he's with me.Other times, he speaks beautifully.Damn...Maybe I just bring out the worst in him.Since our fight last night—if I could even call it that—we haven't spoken to each other, and I have made it a point of duty not to even glance in his direction.What was I even thinking? Getting involved with Dante.The words of those women sting again."Isn't that Dante's ex-fiancée?""Come on, that was so long ago," the other one had chided, giggling.I suck in a deep breath and smooth the flaps of my suit. There's nothing there. It doesn't matter that his ex-fiancée was there and he didn't tell me, but we

CHAPTER 24

CHELSEA Dante leads me through the glass doors and to the balcony. The moon is out fully, its pale light illuminating the balcony and casting soft shadows on the floor. The soft music of the party drifts all the way here. Finally, I look at Dante, my heart hammering fast in my chest as I place my palm in his. Why am I doing this again? I need to be close to him. I need Dante to trust me. Right. He slips his other hand to my waist, his fingers brushing the exposed skin at my back. I place my other hand on his shoulder. "One." He steps back, letting me follow. "Two." He steps to the side, and I follow his stride. My gaze is planted on his feet as he moves. "Look at me," his voice is merely above a whisper. I slowly and painfully drag my eyes to meet his. He leans in and whispers in my ear, "Trust me." My entire body trembles at the closeness, his voice like cold water over my body, and goosebumps rise on my skin. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea?

CHAPTER 25

CHELSEA My mind is blank and empty of every thought as I hook my hands on the collar of his shirt and pull. Hard. He groans into my mouth, his hands pressing my hips further into him. Everything I've ever felt—rage, pain, hurt, joy, peace—it all comes. And I pour it into the kiss. My hand tangles in his hair as I open my mouth to him. His tongue slips in, sucking and licking my lips. I push my tongue into his mouth too, my grip on his hair harder, his grip on my waist punishing. He makes a sound that comes from his chest, deep like a rumble. Satisfaction. His hand moves to cup my face, and he angles my head to deepen the kiss. My entire body blazes in heat I've never felt before. His kiss, hot and demanding, tears through my soul, and I'm wanting. Wanting more than I have ever in my life. He bites my lower lip slightly, earning goosebumps all over my skin. A moan escapes my mouth into his, and he pushes me to the wall in response. My hand tugs at his hair, and the other gri

CHAPTER 26

CHELSEADante steps into the room, and the room is suddenly smaller.He closes the door behind him, inching closer to me."Um, sir." I put my hands forward without moving, stopping him."Sir? Is that what you're calling me now? After all that's happened?""Yes, sir." I swallow hard. "I'm tired, and I need to go to bed. We're leaving for the United States, and I need to be ready and pack my things on time.""We don't need to go back tomorrow." He steps even closer, closing the gap between us. "We can stay in Berlin for a few more days. The company wouldn't die." He coos, his hot breath fanning my ear.I instinctively arch my back into him, losing sight of the plan.No shit. Just focus.Taking a deep breath, I step back, but he steps forward into my space."What is it, Chelsea?" His voice is low, almost a growl."I'm just tired. It's been a long night," I say sincerely, meeting his gaze for the first time. I guess that does the trick as his burning gaze melts."Alright." He smiles and p

CHAPTER 27

CHELSEAI run three feet farther from him than usual. Since we started our morning run today, he has been inching closer to me, and I have been inching away."What do you want me to do?" he suddenly asks out of the blue."What do you mean?" I ask blandly. I know exactly what he means. I've been avoiding him. Well, it's not my fault I can't stay close to him when he affects me this much."You've been jogging about four feet farther away from me.""Three feet," I correct, my face still forward."Alright." He glances at my armband with my water bottle strapped tightly to my arm. "Well, doesn't it seem like you're trying to avoid me?""Jogging three feet farther from you can hardly be called avoiding." I laugh."Okay, then come closer."I stop for a second, scoff, and then jog closer to him."Much better." He doesn't hide the smile on his face.After jogging for a few more minutes, I stop close to a bench and sit. He follows suit without a word.And here I thought he didn't support the id

CHAPTER 28

CHELSEAHe is more deliberate. Slowly, he takes my lips in his, kissing and sucking.And I kiss him back. I don't want this. I don't want him. But his touch makes me lose my mind. I hate him. I hate that he makes me lose myself.My tongue lashes out in a fight with his, and his hands grip my waist tighter. Not enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep me rooted to the wall and trapped with him."Tell me you don't want this," he whispers against my mouth as his hands trail up above my shirt, his fingers grazing the skin on my side.One of his hands cups my face, the other moving under my shirt, not going higher than my stomach."Tell me you don't feel this," he says again against my lips.His mouth trails down my neck, sucking and biting."We're..." My voice comes in whispered pants.Fuck.His tongue licks the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I arch my back, leaning into him."We're... I'm your...""Go on," he coos against my neck. He nips at my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh.A

CHAPTER 29

CHELSEAWeakness tugs at my bones even as I work.The last three days have been the worst. A running nose that the hot morning teas can't solve and inexplicable weakness.The last thing I need is to be seriously ill.Only when it comes to that will I take leave to treat myself. For now, my mission is more important.My head spins, and I close the laptop and place my head on the table. I should rest my head a bit."Chelsea." I jerk up, hearing my name. Nice instinct. I wonder if I'll ever be able to go back to using my real name.My nerves are immediately alert even if my head feels woozy."Wasn't I supposed to have an appointment by 1 p.m.?""Oh." I glance at my phone, and it's 1:45 p.m."Oh, Jeez, fuck. I'm so sorry.""And you were sleeping." His voice is not cold. "Just bored.""I'm so sorry, sir." I stand up from my seat."I missed the meeting.""I'm sorry, sir," I say again, hoping my words can do something to ease his anger.But he doesn't say anything and just leaves the office.

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