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Lack of Trust Part 35 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV "Boss" his voice held worry as his eyes darted up and down scanning his form before settling on his face causing him gasp lowly but he didn’t let out his worry. His face was neutral but he could see the underlying madness swirling in his stormy eyes which was enough to warn him of the coming storm.

The blacked-out Rolls Royce drives into the VIP lot like a shark entering a cove. When Matt Kingston steps out, the mid-day sun glints off his designer shades, as he adjusts the cuffs of his shirt and heads toward the lounge. He takes off his sunglasses, revealing grey eyes and the atmosphere in the outdoor section of the lounge shifts instantly like he brought a vacuum with him that sucked out all the oxygen, leaving every woman in the place gasping and snapping their heads in his direction with thirsty stares.

“Good night, Gabriel. It’s impossible to talk to you tonight. Kisses.” “Good night, woman with indecisive eyes.” She hung up. And she did as he said. She needed a good night’s sleep. A break. The next morning, Zoe was at a glittering business event packed with billionaires. She couldn’t resist. She discreetly aimed her phone at Thor and recorded a thirty-second video. Then she sent it to Celina with a caption: “For all his arrogance, the Big Boss is gorgeous. Look at what you’re missing, girl. He’s a hit, you know?”

“Trixie. It’s okay. I’m here,” Drew said, extending his hand. She clutched it. “Okay,” she whispered. “How many times have you flown?” “Two. Including this one,” she managed, going pale as the jet accelerated down the runway. “Look at me. Trixie. Look at me,” Drew urged. “Focus on me.” She slowly pivoted her head and locked eyes with him, and he could see terror building in hers that seemed to deepen their color from a chocolate brown to almost black when the plane’s wheels left the ground.

The face behind the blue glowing visor was a face they knew all too well, the very person who had been their strongest ally in maintaining the city’s culinary balance. Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS, Lia whispered, her voice barely audible due to sheer disbelief. But there was no cheerful smile or enthusiastic culinary spark on that face, instead, there was only a hollow, dead gaze, staring at them like a machine ready to eliminate its target. BOSS raised his cold hand, aiming the tip of the scanner directly at Bima’s face slowly. Target subject located, BOSS said in a flat, mechanical voice, with not a shred of human warmth left within it.

On the sixtieth floor, the gazes of the Angel of Fire and the Lord of Chaos crossed; for an instant, the line separating obsession from hatred seemed to vanish. The office had transformed into a silent battlefield. Uriel, inhabiting Carter's body, felt a pang of human nausea. It wasn't fear, but the collision between his celestial instincts and the persistent echoes of the assistant’s cellular memory. "Let go of me, parasite!" Uriel demanded, though his fingers did not immediately respond. Astaroth, leaning against the desk, closed his eyes for a brief moment. An amber flash lit his gaze and, suddenly, a cruel smile spread across his face. That smile transformed Dorian’s expression. The demo

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

RUBY's vision is becoming fuzzy, yet she continues to drink her tequila. She's at a bar, with her friend, Sapphire to celebrate her birthday. Given that it's her special day, she found it hard to decline when Sapphire coaxed her into having a drink. "You got to do this, Ruby! It’s your birthday!" Sapphire shouts in front of her face. “Just this one shot of tequila, then I won't bother you anymore.” "Fine! Just this one!" she said drinking the last shot of tequila.

Thank God it was a Saturday, he could take in so much alcohol, he wouldn't be able to even think at all. "I think she's hot." Brian whistled as he dropped his drink to have a good look at the stripper. "You've got eyes bro!" Lucas exclaimed, gawking at the brunette stripper. As if on cue, she jumped attaching her sexy long arms to the top of the pole and expertly skidding down, completely exposing her tick thighs to the men around her. They whistled, hailing and encouraging her to continue with the good work she was doing. "Fuck!"