I could see his defined muscles underneath his see-through shirt. It looked like it was carved out of white marble. I took the tie and stood on my toes to tie it around his neck. I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks.
I was breathing through my mouth to calm down my racing heart. I looked up and his eyes were solely focused on my face. I had a feeling that he was trying to study my reaction and trying to observe my face. I diverted my eyes to his neck instantly and tied it around it with perfection.
I was a sucker for a guy's neck. I knew it sounds weird but I'm telling you this, he had the most beautiful neck. His neck was naturally protruding with veins, not too much, just the right amount to make it look gorgeous. It looked so strong and masculine. I could see three beauty spots on his neck, and his, Adam's apple was well defined.
God! I sounded like a pervert.
Adeline, focus on what you were here for, he was your enemy. He was in the mafia. You were here to expose him in front of the public's eyes. Tore his mask away, and get justice for all those innocents who were trafficked and affected by his crucial decisions. I gave myself a pep talk and straightened my shoulders.
I took a step back once he was dressed to perfection. He glanced at his image in the mirror and nodded in approval. I heaved a sigh of relief. His proximity was messing up with my female hormones.
Hey! Don't judge me, he might be the devil but he was one hell of a handsome devil.
We both made our way downstairs for his breakfast. I didn't have anything this morning since it was only six O'clock when I left home. I'll have something on my way back to the office, I thought to myself.
We entered his dining hall and it was one of the finest ones that I had ever laid my eyes upon. It was immaculate and absolutely stunning. It had a gold and red color theme, it looked like I entered the British royal dining. His dining room resembled that one scene from The Pirates of the Caribbean 4, where, Jack Sparrow met the British king, George Agustus in his dining.
I noticed one thing that he had this elegance and grace whenever he walks, speaks, or does whatever he desires to, it was something which you couldn't achieve from the middle of your life. It could be achieved only if the person was trained from his childhood.
His entire home had this Victorian touch to it. His behavior looked like he had lived a thousand years…odd. He was full of mysteries.
There were varieties of food on his table which looked delicious and mouth-watering. While he was having his breakfast I resided his schedule for today.
The least he could ask me was, whether I had my breakfast or not. This heartless jerk, my stomach decided to embarrass me at the moment. He stopped his fork in mid-air and looked at my stomach. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Why the hell was my life like this? He looked up at my face and he looked… amused.
That bastard!
"Mr. Sandros," he called my name calmly as if, he had all the time in this world. I could see his lips unnoticeably turned upward but if you look carefully you could see it.
"Yes, sir." He might have thought of inviting me for the breakfast. I thought to myself and looked at his table to prepare myself to eat maybe he was not bad after all.
"When do we have the meeting with Ms. Knight?"
There was a pregnant pause. Nope, he hadn't changed a bit, he was still the heartless devil who traffics humans for a living.
"Sharp 3 pm, sir." My voice came out curt with a slight edge to it.
"Hmm," he hummed and resumed eating.
After his swanky breakfast, we made our way to his porch, his stride was long and graceful but the same thing couldn't be told about me. I was literally running behind him to match with his strides in the clumsiest way possible.
Huh! The joy of having a jerk as your boss.
I was about to get in my car which was parked in front of his entrance door. But a voice with authority stopped me. It was a very familiar voice of my, dear boss.
"Whose car is this?" he asked me with a frown. He looked at my car in disapproval.
"Err…it is mine, sir," I informed him with confusion. What was wrong with my car? It was second-hand, but it worked fine without any trouble, and it was a red mustang.
"Mr. Sandros, you'll be driving me in my car, not in your junk." He snapped impatiently. How dare he? I was fuming with fury at his remark.
"Bu…" I started but I was cut off by him. That snobbish bastard, he could shove his wealth on the place where the sun doesn't shine.
"No more, buts." He stated firmly. I clenched my tiny fist and took a long breath to calm down. Adeline, don't hit him, you need to expose him in front of the people, remember? You couldn't risk your job which was the only way to get him. I reminded myself.
"A black SUV will be handed over to you, after dropping me you can take my car to reach your home. Now get in my black SUV, you're car will be delivered to your home." He stated firmly, his face expressionless. His eyes emotionless, he looked like a man carved out of stone. Probably his heart was made up of stone too.
"S…" I began.
"Now, Mr. Sandros!" his voice held finality, giving no more choices. I got into the driver's seat and he got in the passenger's seat.
I drove his car out of his mansion and we headed towards his company. I was so hungry and I couldn't waste my time buying myself a meal after reaching my office. The only way was to stop by at McDonald's which was on our way to our company; it was also convenient that way.
"Hmm…Mr. Jedrick?" I called him with vacillation.
"Yes, Mr. Sandros." He replied coolly.
"If you don't mind, can we… stop by the drive-thru of McDonald's? I haven't had my breakfast yet, and it is still a quarter to eight." I asked him hesitantly. There was no reply beside me, I took a glance at his face while driving and he looked stoic as ever.
After an eternity later, he opened his mouth.
"Do whatever you want but if you don't reach our office on time…" the threat hung heavily on the air, loud and clear. I gulped in anticipation.
"I got it, boss." My voice trembled. I stopped by McDonald's and when my turn came, I got a cheeseburger and a latte for myself. I checked the time and my eyes widened in shock. It was ten to eight now. I drove like a madwoman… in my current situation, it was a madman.
I occasionally took a glance at my boss, he almost looked as if, he was amused by the whole scenario. I stopped the car in front of his company at three minutes to eight. He exited the car without a word and entered the building.
The least he could say was thank you. That manner less, arrogant, snooty bastard!
After parking his car in the parking lot of his company, I made my way to get him a black coffee and knocked at his door.
"You are late, Mr. Sandros," came his cool voice as soon as I entered his office. I checked the time and it was five past eight.
Damn it!
He asked me to report to his office at eight am on point. I heaved a sigh and placed his black coffee on his table.
"I am sorry, sir," I mumbled and looked down at my shoe which turned so interesting all of a sudden.
There was a pause as if he was assessing my face. My voice was merely a whisper. I probably resemble a child who was getting punished for a fault. But in my defense, if he had offered me food at his place, I wouldn't be late.
"As a part of your punishment, you'll be staying an hour after work." He concluded and got back to his work as if, nothing happened.
The audacity of this man, I tried to speak up for myself but a little voice from the back of my head reminded me it was solely my fault. Because he had already informed me about my work and the timing but it was my fault for not packing my breakfast or buying it on my way to his mansion.
I heaved a sigh of defeat and went to my office.