He was not taking her to his official residency, where his family resided. But instead to his penthouse, where only he had ever lived.
The thought of it made her squeeze her thighs together. She knew what was coming her way...the direction to where she was heading.
She had a chance to stop it. But she was not going to. The moment she tilted her head to look at him, his eyes were already on hers.
And he was not even looking away when being caught staring at her. She could not tell which was darker, his eyes, every second of the time, or the environment they were in.
The streetlights faded away as they moved forward. She took a deep breath as realization hit her of how low she was willing to stoop to get it done.
It went against her ethics but she had already cursed with it a 'fuck off' when the matter came to her family.
Courtney and the old man lying on the hospital bed, may not be her real family. But they were all she had been left with.
Just like he had told about his sister.
The thought of being alone was so scary that we were willing to risk our ethics and values that we stand by to protect those who were not even related to us by blood.
As the car came to a halt, she knew that they were there. She looked up at the skyscraper, standing so tall, serving as a condominium for the rich elites, and then the man, sitting beside her, owned the entirety of it.
It was Lucas who opened the door for her and she gave him a small thank you, before getting out.
When she walked to the front, he was nowhere near. She stepped forward and saw him getting inside the elevator.
Before the gates would close, she ran towards it and she thought he would not stop it for her, then he did and with slow steps, she got inside. The gates closed after.
Him standing behind her and she could feel his gaze all over her back, as if drilling holes through her skin.
She took a step back and stood beside him. He did not do anything. The time to reach his floor, felt like the longest she had spent with him, doing absolutely nothing.
Other times, he would be the one occupied with work and she would be the one ideal, giving her ample time to study him, and his features.
But here they were, not one doing anything at all. And he was the kind of man who would not look away even when the other party knew he was looking at her.
A crude of a man! No shame!
She felt so self-conscious. She wore her confidence at the sleeves of her hands and whenever she was near this man, she felt as if it was sliding away. As if he feasted on her insecurity and she had willingly let him to.
When the lift opened up to his floor, she took a deep breath. He was the first one to get out and walk inside. She followed later, being greeted by the soft music playing in the background.
The walk from the lobby to the living room, itself amazed her. The black tiled layout and the hanging chandelier were the eye-catch.
He got off his coat and then threw it on the sofa, walking towards the adjoined bar.
She took off her overcoat too and neatly folded it before placing it beside his on the sofa.
Why the eerie silence?
She was an admirer of it but being with him, made her soul bleed. The silence was an indication of trouble, if not then, but the coming one...when in other cases, the silence meant safety.
Everything was all the opposite when it came to being with this man. He came in with two glasses and she accepted it from him.
She looked around, taking a quick sip of the throat-burning golden liquid. Meanwhile, all his attention was on her.
The distance between them was not that vast either. One small step and their bodies would collide against each other.
"It's a... It's a nice place."
"I know."
She attempted to make a conversation and there he had to ruin it with his cocky response.
"If you are hungry, I can't cook."
"Oh! I can cook."
"Are you my worker?"
"No, but..."
"My wife?"
"No...I m..."
She was out of words when he put it that way. The back-and-forth conversation made her halt. His eyes were still on her.
"We can order takeout."
She suggested. What kind of counter-response could he come up with that one? She thought.
"I avoid eating out."
She closed her eyes, biting her tongue. One moment only takes for her to not want to strike at that man's head for being so unbearable.
"A more than weeks of being a girlfriend. You are not doing so good at it, darling."
He smirked at her, sitting down on the sofa with the glass in his hand, while she still kept standing.
He was mocking her. If that was not obvious at all. His favorite hobby of passing the time by making fun of others. She had come to conclude that.
"Do you even know what I like to eat?"
His question took her off guard. She tried to think about it. But then she never really bothered to do a little bit of research on him before taking the deal...all of it came up so suddenly.
Because she had always been so prepared about her clients...their likes and dislikes, from their weaknesses to strengths, she made sure to know it all.
But here all it required was to procure the file from him and hand it to the stepbrother. Yet the simplest of the tasks was the hardest one to be done with.
"And she was offering to cook for me!"
He chuckled at her. It made her anger rush up to her head. She controlled it by gulping down the liquid in one go and excused herself for the washroom but she heard him say it.
"Guess we are sleeping on empty stomachs tonight."
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