Novel & Cerita Create A Distraction Part 2

It seems like my brain stops functioning. While I am busy editing the mess, the barista served the coffee and my food. “Good afternoon sir! Here are your orders!” He greeted me and I looked at him smilingly. I moved my laptop and he put my orders on the table. “Enjoy your coffee sir!” He said and I just smiled at him. When I turned back my gaze on my laptop, I suddenly saw Gio’s image from my photos app. I opened it and it’s his picture. Here we go again, distractions.

I asked bewildered. "You are turning me into a really corny man, you are really a bad distraction, love." He said with a smirk on his face. "Well, If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have discovered this side of you. So I'm not a bad distraction." I retorted. "Right, you are not a bad distraction... You are my perfect distraction." ******

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

roared the wolf inside me again, demanding that I take the virgin and immaculate wife sleeping peacefully beside me. I spent the night awake, needing to keep the wolf in check to prevent any untoward actions. It had been centuries since he last surfaced, so I had to stay vigilant. Any movement from her could activate his more obscene side, one of his personalities. I couldn’t afford to falter; Layla didn’t deserve such an offense. Before dawn, I got out of bed, leaving her alone in the room. I needed to feed, a way to calm the beast inside me. I was distracted, watching the dense snow continue to fall outside the window.

“But if you want to get over it, you need a distraction,” My brows rose. It took me a heartbeat to process that. “A distraction?” I repeat. But Snow has this look I recognize all too well. I straighten, already wary. “I'm not doing anything crazy,” Her lips curls. “Not in the way I see it,” That doesn't help. At all. But then her next words almost makes me gag. “What you need is a little excitement,” she says. “Knox it is,” I shoot her a sharp look. “That jerk? No way,” I breathed out.

Aura: [What offer, Boss? [Wait. I will be here in a matter of minutes!] A new message appeared on the notification screen of his smartphone, distracting his thoughts from the plan he was devising in his mind. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath. Now, all he had to do was prepare everything. ***

Too perfect to be coincidence. I move farther along the curve, counting steps, sightlines, escape routes. My jaw clenches as the picture sharpens in my mind. If they strike here, it will not be loud at first. It will be quick. Silent. Designed to pull defenders away from the real target. A distraction. My pulse quickens as the realization settles. “This is one,” I murmur under my breath. I mark the location mentally, then step back, forcing myself to disengage. Staying too long is dangerous. If Maddox’s people are watching, and I know they might be, then I cannot afford to be seen lingering.

I try to distract myself. I try to distract myself. I think about the potatoes I didn't have time to eat for lunch. I imagine them perfectly baked and jumping into my mouth. I picture kicking Luna out of the packhouse, hogging her 4k screen, and soaking in her hot tub. I imagine people turning off the lights to surprise me with a birthday song, bringing me roast chicken and lemon cake. Wait, that smell... I open my eyes. There’s really roast chicken and lemon cake in front of me!

Because if I kept talking to him, one of us was genuinely going to end up strangled before this flight ended. I reopened my laptop quickly, trying to focus on work again. The Alte Tech project still glowed brightly across the screen. I just need anything to distract me from the irritatingly handsome prince sitting beside me. I forced myself to focus. But somehow, every tiny movement from him kept distracting me. Is this some kind of test?

“You're still mad at me about what happened in the office.” “I'm not mad,” I lied. “Yes, you are. You bottle up your feelings and look for distractions. This is a distraction. I know you wouldn’t want to have sex with me on those terms.” I swallowed loudly, drifting my eyes away from him. Yes, I am mad. But…I need this distraction, you see. I live on distractions to eliminate my hurt, my pain. That’s all I know how to do. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me, and I will listen.”