"Can I help you?" Her pouty little lips looked succulent and her skin seems to like it would drip water if pressed.
"I'm very happy to meet you, Miss Oliver. Kevin Jones is my name. I'm interested in the competition and I don't know if you would mind giving me your contact details".
The executives around her coughed lightly. He had the guts to directly hit on the boss lady.
" My assistant here will give you", how could she not know his intentions. She narrowly avoided it when he came up with another suggestion.
"I would like our company to sponsor the program".
Darn it! He doesn't love his life. A hundred Seamix entertainment companies can't be compared to one subsidiary of Clayton's group of industries.
Ava's assistant had to come to her rescue. An awkward smile graced her lips and she felt helpless against his forceful advances.
" We meet again", Sandra came up to her from the opposite direction.
Violet had an ominous feeling about her coming.
"How can I help you, Miss Miller?"
Kevin was confused about their exchange of words. Do they know each other?
"About what we discussed?"
"I can't remember what we talked about?" Violet raised her eyebrow arrogantly.
"Don't pretend you can't remember....."
Violet cut her off and asked the directors to proceed to the car and that she would come later.
Dragging her away from the curious-looking eyes of the students, she stood defiantly like a goddess of war before Sandra.
Examining her entire outfit, Violet rolled her eyes at her arrogance.
"I still have your trump card in my hands. You know you are in a position to help talk to the management Of Clayton's group of industries. Considering everything you have now, you must have a good relationship with one of the directors or you may even be his mistress".
"Just go straight to the point. I have a busy schedule".
"Come back to the attic, I mean the house. You are not grateful for all we have done for you all these years".
Violet's heart felt like exploding, done for her or done to her? Maybe the question should be rephrased. The passed down old clothes? undersized shoes? Sleepless nights just to watch over Sandra? Being her trolley when she goes on her shopping spree with her friends?
" But Clayton's group of industries wouldn't let me go. I'm bound to them with a contract. As long as the restaurant doesn't expand, I must go nowhere"
"Don't be ridiculous Violet", Sandra said through gritted teeth.
"Suit yourself. If you don't believe me then go to Clayton's headquarters and make inquiries".
Sandra's glare at her intensified.
"Just so you know....." She whispered some words to Violet and her hands trembled.
Seeing the satisfied emotions pass over Sandra's face, she hated her life.
Her assistant came back to see the situation that delayed her and met violet's shocked expression.
Violet's complexion didn't look good and she asked to be sent home.
"I wish to be sent home, forward the entire documents to my mailbox today".
Arnold Jones Stepped out of his private jet and just at that moment, he received a phone call. He replied with a few words and stepped into the car waiting for him. He had travelled out of the country for some days on a business trip to Singapore. He wanted to expand his business and diversify into other areas.
At a certain low-profile pub, Stephanie had just had one of their hot and steamy sessions with the huge tattooed man. She had laid down to rest when she received a call that her husband's jet has landed in the country.
Tidying up, she looked at herself in the mirror and found love bites on the exposed part of her neck and breast.
Darn! How would she explain to this old fool if he asks her? She glared at the huge tattooed man whose eyes were filled with lust.
"Next time, don't leave marks on me".
"You're mine, to begin with, and you are just staying with that old fool".
"It doesn't matter if I'm yours or not. You are not allowed to do this next time. However, you have properties spread all over the entire country and beyond courtesy of the old fool", Stephanie was enraged.
He stood up and his abdominal muscles twitched, her wake-up to her in slow and steady steps while maintaining eye contact with her "Beginning to have feelings for him huh? You're in love?"
Laughing like a maniac, he grabbed her chin in a tight clasp and Stephanie winced in pain.
He pushed her to the wall and caged her.
"Listen to me very carefully, if you are in love, you had better get out of it while I'm still being kind. You are not allowed to fall in life with him, understood?"
Stephanie bobbed her head while tears gathered in her eyes. Her chin was hurting and his fingers would surely leave marks.
"You're mine, mine today and mine forever", he gritted his teeth.
The tears rolled down her cheeks and the man wiped them with his coarse fingers. Caressing her face, he gave her a rough sizzling kiss before letting go of her chin.
Stephanie stumbled backwards, grabbing her bag she ran out of the room.
With her huge glasses and scarf on, she entered her car which was parked in an inconspicuous place.
Arnold Jones looked at the familiar environment and felt happy to be back home. His subordinates brought out the gifts from the car trunk. The butler gave the boss a warm welcome and took the gifts into the house. The maids lowered their heads in greeting.
" Where are Kevin and his mother?"
"Young sir is yet to be back from school and Madam Is..."
Arnold was suffering from jet lag hence he waved the stuttering maid aside and went to his room.
He took off his clothes and took a cold shower. He was exhausted but despite that, he had wanted to wait for Stephanie to come home so that they can have a sensual session. He was a man and he has needs but then he respected Stephanie a lot. He couldn't recall the last time they had a couple of times even at night she would either be tired or not in the mood.
Coming out of the bathroom, his towel hung low on his waist. He could be said to border between the slim and plump side without any accompanying abdominal muscles.
Stephanie happened to meet him this way immediately after she opened their bedroom door. Stephanie avoided meeting his eyes while greeting him.
Arnold never minded, he was still energetic for a man in his late 40s.
Trudging towards her, the latter shifted backwards either due to guilt or shame.
Arnold grabbed her waist and pulled her to himself, he was about to bury his face in the crook of her neck when saw the reddish marks on her neck. He froze and blinked.
The wife who had gone still in his arms was lamenting internally.
That darn Liam! She cursed him to die a thousand times.
Lucas's gorgeous looks were a result of a combination of an Italian beauty of a mom and a handsome American father.
His tall nose bridge and thin lips gave him a proud yet seductive look. Even his long eyelashes like that of a woman made him irresistible to both men and women.
His research assistant flushed red when he looked at his side profile. Throughout the previous week, he had been busy with so much work but he never failed to call his mom and Violet.
His sleepless nights paid off and he had successfully found the appropriate chemical equation and method to go about this biogas production. He wanted something unique so he took all the trouble to come down to Dubai. His largest chemical plant is also located here in Dubai and 40% of Dubai's economy can be said to depend on him.
The next day would be the internal conference among the shareholders of Erose Chemical Industry, a subsidiary of Clayton's group of industries.
Lucas whipped out his phone and put a call through to a certain goddess in New York City.
The time difference wasn't much. Violet just had a stressful and emotionally draining day hence when the call came through she smiled as she picked up the call.
📳"Hello treasure", the deep sensual voice did unthinkable things to her body.
📳"Hello", her weak voice replied and Lucas gulped down nothing.
📳"How was your day?"
📳"It was fine, yours?"
📳"It is the best day of my life. I get to hear your voice. Did you miss me?" Lucas's voice had gone a few decibels lower, it became husky.
📳"I....do, I miss you very much. You don't even know how I'm coping right now without you", she complained in a coy manner.
📳"I miss you too", his voice became more hoarse.
Violet sighed and tears gathered in her eyes. Lucas loved her timid nature and how dependent she was on him. If any other woman behaves in that way, it will irritate him but he loved everything about Violet.
Lucas had received information about her resignation some days back, how could he not know that she was pressured to do that. The Miller's are yet to grovel on the ground for mercy. He doesn't have time to deal with them at the moment. He knew the countermeasures he took against her resignation else he would not be the mysterious and legendary president of Clayton's group of industries. He has used all his brain cells just to come up with ridiculous reasons she would not be allowed to resign.
📳"Are you tearing up? He teased her. "Anything you would like to have as a gift?"
📳"All I want is you". That statement tugged his heart's strings and he felt a warm heart knowing that a certain goddess is waiting for him somewhere in New York City. Violet had brought warmth to his cold heart and he would never let go of her in this lifetime.
📳"When I return, I will make sure you have all of me baby", his hoarse voice tickled Violet's skin.
She nodded but forgot that he couldn't see her.
📳"I will take you by your words".
📳"Anything for my hidden treasure", Lucas teased and his research assistant shuddered. When did their boss become so mushy with words? The legendary boss who was said to hate women and never contact with one was now being overly sweet with words.
Violet giggled and silence ensued. Lucas wished he would be able to hide her so that no man would lay his eyes on her.
📳"Can you send some of the photos you take over there to me?"
📳"How can I refuse?", he hung up and asked his assistant to take a couple of photos of him. The subordinate hands trembled, this ice prince doesn't like taking photos but today his boundaries have been broken all for the sake of a woman. This boss lady is too powerful.
Violet doubled over in laughter when she received the photos. His cold expression gave him a touch of a superior.
Violet's phone rang, she smiled after picking not up and a few minutes later she hung up. She had taken an interest in an orphanage in one of the suburbs near New York City. Checking her schedule for the next day, she called her assistant to make arrangements for her visit to the orphanage.