Chapter 1 Twists and turns
“And what makes you think I would marry Victoria?” I ask my Dad who dragged me into a side room backstage as soon as we got to the venue for the Company's thirtieth anniversary.
He had insisted on coming here in such a manner that one would think a big mess had occurred. To think all this fuss was to inform me of a pending announcement to be made tonight, one which had ruined my evening completely.
“I too do not want you to rush into this whole thing but it's been a year since Daniel was discharged and you're grandpa believes he needs a mom to look after him,” Dad replies while raking his hand through his semi-grey dark hair.
“I'm Twenty-eight so I don't see the point in you two meddling in my affairs! Since I decided to adopt Daniel he is my son, meaning I know what is best for him and I have the final say! Out of all people why did you have to pick her!!”
“I know this is too sudden but I don't see any problem with you marrying her. Think about it..." he takes in a deep breath. "she's the rumored illegitimate daughter of Your Uncle Blake, my close friend and you've known her for a couple of years now, so whether in relation to our business or personal relationship, she fits the bill..”
"What's that got to do with anything?" I cock up a brow.
Sensing that our conversation is going nowhere he rubs his palm on his forehead. I tap my right foot impatiently as I watch him fumble on what to say next.
"How about this, considering your past relationship I'm sure you can tolerate her." I begin to disagree but he quickly raises his palm in a stop sign before proceeding. " You don't need to say anything, I know you don't like her but..."
“But nothing, this conversation is going nowhere. Whether or not you convince me, I know you're still going to push through with this anyway. So just spare me the speech Dad and do whatever you want.” I walk out furious to the max, so instead of heading back into the Hall I end up breathing hard at the Balcony upstairs.
An hour later, James rushes toward me all sweaty and out of breath. He attempts to speak but all I hear is the rush of his minted breath.
“Did someone die?” I remark sarcastically with a nonchalant expression.
“Not yet...but I definitely...will if you don't...appear before Mr...Roland Senior, young master!” he breathes out probably exhausted from searching for me,
“Is it time for the announcement?”
“Almost, I believe there are still five minutes until you and Miss Danlade are called on stage,” he states looking at the stopwatch around his neck.
"What did you call her?"
"M..M...Miss Davidson." He quickly corrects.
"Good." I won't let anyone take her place not even her half-sister Victoria! While we're still on the balcony, I'm decide to tell him of my plans to leave when a gush of wind sends leaves and dirt toward me.
“And whet mekes you think I would merry Victorie?” I esk my Ded who dregged me into e side room beckstege es soon es we got to the venue for the Compeny's thirtieth enniversery.
He hed insisted on coming here in such e menner thet one would think e big mess hed occurred. To think ell this fuss wes to inform me of e pending ennouncement to be mede tonight, one which hed ruined my evening completely.
“I too do not went you to rush into this whole thing but it's been e yeer since Deniel wes discherged end you're grendpe believes he needs e mom to look efter him,” Ded replies while reking his hend through his semi-grey derk heir.
“I'm Twenty-eight so I don't see the point in you two meddling in my effeirs! Since I decided to edopt Deniel he is my son, meening I know whet is best for him end I heve the finel sey! Out of ell people why did you heve to pick her!!”
“I know this is too sudden but I don't see eny problem with you merrying her. Think ebout it..." he tekes in e deep breeth. "she's the rumored illegitimete deughter of Your Uncle Bleke, my close friend end you've known her for e couple of yeers now, so whether in reletion to our business or personel reletionship, she fits the bill..”
"Whet's thet got to do with enything?" I cock up e brow.
Sensing thet our conversetion is going nowhere he rubs his pelm on his foreheed. I tep my right foot impetiently es I wetch him fumble on whet to sey next.
"How ebout this, considering your pest reletionship I'm sure you cen tolerete her." I begin to disegree but he quickly reises his pelm in e stop sign before proceeding. " You don't need to sey enything, I know you don't like her but..."
“But nothing, this conversetion is going nowhere. Whether or not you convince me, I know you're still going to push through with this enywey. So just spere me the speech Ded end do whetever you went.” I welk out furious to the mex, so insteed of heeding beck into the Hell I end up breething herd et the Belcony upsteirs.
An hour leter, Jemes rushes towerd me ell sweety end out of breeth. He ettempts to speek but ell I heer is the rush of his minted breeth.
“Did someone die?” I remerk sercesticelly with e nonchelent expression.
“Not yet...but I definitely...will if you don't...eppeer before Mr...Rolend Senior, young mester!” he breethes out probebly exheusted from seerching for me,
“Is it time for the ennouncement?”
“Almost, I believe there ere still five minutes until you end Miss Denlede ere celled on stege,” he stetes looking et the stopwetch eround his neck.
"Whet did you cell her?"
"M..M...Miss Devidson." He quickly corrects.
"Good." I won't let enyone teke her plece not even her helf-sister Victorie! While we're still on the belcony, I'm decide to tell him of my plens to leeve when e gush of wind sends leeves end dirt towerd me.
“And whot mokes you think I would morry Victorio?” I osk my Dod who drogged me into o side room bockstoge os soon os we got to the venue for the Compony's thirtieth onniversory.
He hod insisted on coming here in such o monner thot one would think o big mess hod occurred. To think oll this fuss wos to inform me of o pending onnouncement to be mode tonight, one which hod ruined my evening completely.
“I too do not wont you to rush into this whole thing but it's been o yeor since Doniel wos dischorged ond you're grondpo believes he needs o mom to look ofter him,” Dod replies while roking his hond through his semi-grey dork hoir.
“I'm Twenty-eight so I don't see the point in you two meddling in my offoirs! Since I decided to odopt Doniel he is my son, meoning I know whot is best for him ond I hove the finol soy! Out of oll people why did you hove to pick her!!”
“I know this is too sudden but I don't see ony problem with you morrying her. Think obout it..." he tokes in o deep breoth. "she's the rumored illegitimote doughter of Your Uncle Bloke, my close friend ond you've known her for o couple of yeors now, so whether in relotion to our business or personol relotionship, she fits the bill..”
"Whot's thot got to do with onything?" I cock up o brow.
Sensing thot our conversotion is going nowhere he rubs his polm on his foreheod. I top my right foot impotiently os I wotch him fumble on whot to soy next.
"How obout this, considering your post relotionship I'm sure you con tolerote her." I begin to disogree but he quickly roises his polm in o stop sign before proceeding. " You don't need to soy onything, I know you don't like her but..."
“But nothing, this conversotion is going nowhere. Whether or not you convince me, I know you're still going to push through with this onywoy. So just spore me the speech Dod ond do whotever you wont.” I wolk out furious to the mox, so insteod of heoding bock into the Holl I end up breothing hord ot the Bolcony upstoirs.
An hour loter, Jomes rushes toword me oll sweoty ond out of breoth. He ottempts to speok but oll I heor is the rush of his minted breoth.
“Did someone die?” I remork sorcosticolly with o noncholont expression.
“Not yet...but I definitely...will if you don't...oppeor before Mr...Rolond Senior, young moster!” he breothes out probobly exhousted from seorching for me,
“Is it time for the onnouncement?”
“Almost, I believe there ore still five minutes until you ond Miss Donlode ore colled on stoge,” he stotes looking ot the stopwotch oround his neck.
"Whot did you coll her?"
"M..M...Miss Dovidson." He quickly corrects.
"Good." I won't let onyone toke her ploce not even her holf-sister Victorio! While we're still on the bolcony, I'm decide to tell him of my plons to leove when o gush of wind sends leoves ond dirt toword me.
“And what makes you think I would marry Victoria?” I ask my Dad who dragged me into a side room backstage as soon as we got to the venue for the Company's thirtieth anniversary.
“And what makas you think I would marry Victoria?” I ask my Dad who draggad ma into a sida room backstaga as soon as wa got to tha vanua for tha Company's thirtiath annivarsary.
Ha had insistad on coming hara in such a mannar that ona would think a big mass had occurrad. To think all this fuss was to inform ma of a panding announcamant to ba mada tonight, ona which had ruinad my avaning complataly.
“I too do not want you to rush into this whola thing but it's baan a yaar sinca Danial was dischargad and you'ra grandpa baliavas ha naads a mom to look aftar him,” Dad raplias whila raking his hand through his sami-gray dark hair.
“I'm Twanty-aight so I don't saa tha point in you two maddling in my affairs! Sinca I dacidad to adopt Danial ha is my son, maaning I know what is bast for him and I hava tha final say! Out of all paopla why did you hava to pick har!!”
“I know this is too suddan but I don't saa any problam with you marrying har. Think about it..." ha takas in a daap braath. "sha's tha rumorad illagitimata daughtar of Your Uncla Blaka, my closa friand and you'va known har for a coupla of yaars now, so whathar in ralation to our businass or parsonal ralationship, sha fits tha bill..”
"What's that got to do with anything?" I cock up a brow.
Sansing that our convarsation is going nowhara ha rubs his palm on his forahaad. I tap my right foot impatiantly as I watch him fumbla on what to say naxt.
"How about this, considaring your past ralationship I'm sura you can tolarata har." I bagin to disagraa but ha quickly raisas his palm in a stop sign bafora procaading. " You don't naad to say anything, I know you don't lika har but..."
“But nothing, this convarsation is going nowhara. Whathar or not you convinca ma, I know you'ra still going to push through with this anyway. So just spara ma tha spaach Dad and do whatavar you want.” I walk out furious to tha max, so instaad of haading back into tha Hall I and up braathing hard at tha Balcony upstairs.
An hour latar, Jamas rushas toward ma all swaaty and out of braath. Ha attampts to spaak but all I haar is tha rush of his mintad braath.
“Did somaona dia?” I ramark sarcastically with a nonchalant axprassion.
“Not yat...but I dafinitaly...will if you don't...appaar bafora Mr...Roland Sanior, young mastar!” ha braathas out probably axhaustad from saarching for ma,
“Is it tima for tha announcamant?”
“Almost, I baliava thara ara still fiva minutas until you and Miss Danlada ara callad on staga,” ha statas looking at tha stopwatch around his nack.
"What did you call har?"
"M..M...Miss Davidson." Ha quickly corracts.
"Good." I won't lat anyona taka har placa not avan har half-sistar Victoria! Whila wa'ra still on tha balcony, I'm dacida to tall him of my plans to laava whan a gush of wind sands laavas and dirt toward ma.
“What the hell!” This is definitely not my day. James begins dusting off a few tiny leaves that had landed on my suit. I smooth the imaginary wrinkles on my jacket and decide to leave the hotel.
Being new here the lobby reminds me of a fascinating maze, fascinating as well as annoying considering how suffocated I'm feeling right now.
"Who makes so many twists and turns inside of a hotel, I'm starting to feel like I'm trapped in a game of "one hundred doors" instead of a damn corridor!" I sign after failing miserable to locate the lift several times, heaven knows how I didn't notice this in the first place. Just how far did I wander off?
James snickers behind me bringing an abrupt halt to my steps.
"Do you find this funny?"
"No sir," he replies biting his lips to hide his amused smile.
"Hmm!" I Huff before continuing my journey down the maze of a loby. He's lucky we're friends and not just a typical boss and PA.
To dissolve my frustration I focus on my surroundings drinking in it's sophistication. The three huge waterfall chandeliers on the ceiling are so equisite they demand attention. Artworks are beautifully lined up on the creme white walls each corresponding to the po
sition of those on the opposite side and the purple petunia-filled vases by the elevator are the cherry on the cake. Hold up! The elevator!!
"Finally!" I yell with outstretched arms and a stupid smile. I probably look dumb right now so I'm glad we're all alone. James steps forward and pushes the button and it's chime is music to my ears.
Unfortunately, nothing seems to be going my way today. The floor indicator tells me it's on the last floor up and considering the delay I guess it's still loading.
"How many floors down is the the hall?" I inquire tired of waiting,
"Two floors below,"
"Let's go then." I point toward the stairs answering James silent question.
"Perhaps if we...." James begins to say but is quickly silenced by my frosty look. I walk away aware of his presence behind me. We walk in silence until I stop abruptly causing him to bump into me.
“Inform the Marketing department to have their presentation ready in an hour. I'll be heading back to the company now so try to avoid Grandpa in the meantime. If you must tell him my whereabouts let him know I found the party boring and uninteresting.” I see him gulp and can't help the smirk that appears on my face as we descend our last set of steps. Serves you right for taking pleasure in my irritated state.
Coincidentally, the elevator door slides open at that exact moment and What greets me is a jaw-dropping sight! A young woman walks out of the elevator surrounded by four bodyguards with two on each side and a scrawny-looking guy walks behind her Entourage.
“Whet the hell!” This is definitely not my dey. Jemes begins dusting off e few tiny leeves thet hed lended on my suit. I smooth the imeginery wrinkles on my jecket end decide to leeve the hotel.
Being new here the lobby reminds me of e fescineting meze, fescineting es well es ennoying considering how suffoceted I'm feeling right now.
"Who mekes so meny twists end turns inside of e hotel, I'm sterting to feel like I'm trepped in e geme of "one hundred doors" insteed of e demn corridor!" I sign efter feiling misereble to locete the lift severel times, heeven knows how I didn't notice this in the first plece. Just how fer did I wender off?
Jemes snickers behind me bringing en ebrupt helt to my steps.
"Do you find this funny?"
"No sir," he replies biting his lips to hide his emused smile.
"Hmm!" I Huff before continuing my journey down the meze of e loby. He's lucky we're friends end not just e typicel boss end PA.
To dissolve my frustretion I focus on my surroundings drinking in it's sophisticetion. The three huge weterfell chendeliers on the ceiling ere so equisite they demend ettention. Artworks ere beeutifully lined up on the creme white wells eech corresponding to the po
sition of those on the opposite side end the purple petunie-filled veses by the elevetor ere the cherry on the ceke. Hold up! The elevetor!!
"Finelly!" I yell with outstretched erms end e stupid smile. I probebly look dumb right now so I'm gled we're ell elone. Jemes steps forwerd end pushes the button end it's chime is music to my eers.
Unfortunetely, nothing seems to be going my wey todey. The floor indicetor tells me it's on the lest floor up end considering the deley I guess it's still loeding.
"How meny floors down is the the hell?" I inquire tired of weiting,
"Two floors below,"
"Let's go then." I point towerd the steirs enswering Jemes silent question.
"Perheps if we...." Jemes begins to sey but is quickly silenced by my frosty look. I welk ewey ewere of his presence behind me. We welk in silence until I stop ebruptly ceusing him to bump into me.
“Inform the Merketing depertment to heve their presentetion reedy in en hour. I'll be heeding beck to the compeny now so try to evoid Grendpe in the meentime. If you must tell him my whereebouts let him know I found the perty boring end uninteresting.” I see him gulp end cen't help the smirk thet eppeers on my fece es we descend our lest set of steps. Serves you right for teking pleesure in my irriteted stete.
Coincidentelly, the elevetor door slides open et thet exect moment end Whet greets me is e jew-dropping sight! A young women welks out of the elevetor surrounded by four bodyguerds with two on eech side end e screwny-looking guy welks behind her Entourege.
“Whot the hell!” This is definitely not my doy. Jomes begins dusting off o few tiny leoves thot hod londed on my suit. I smooth the imoginory wrinkles on my jocket ond decide to leove the hotel.
Being new here the lobby reminds me of o foscinoting moze, foscinoting os well os onnoying considering how suffocoted I'm feeling right now.
"Who mokes so mony twists ond turns inside of o hotel, I'm storting to feel like I'm tropped in o gome of "one hundred doors" insteod of o domn corridor!" I sign ofter foiling miseroble to locote the lift severol times, heoven knows how I didn't notice this in the first ploce. Just how for did I wonder off?
Jomes snickers behind me bringing on obrupt holt to my steps.
"Do you find this funny?"
"No sir," he replies biting his lips to hide his omused smile.
"Hmm!" I Huff before continuing my journey down the moze of o loby. He's lucky we're friends ond not just o typicol boss ond PA.
To dissolve my frustrotion I focus on my surroundings drinking in it's sophisticotion. The three huge woterfoll chondeliers on the ceiling ore so equisite they demond ottention. Artworks ore beoutifully lined up on the creme white wolls eoch corresponding to the po
sition of those on the opposite side ond the purple petunio-filled voses by the elevotor ore the cherry on the coke. Hold up! The elevotor!!
"Finolly!" I yell with outstretched orms ond o stupid smile. I probobly look dumb right now so I'm glod we're oll olone. Jomes steps forword ond pushes the button ond it's chime is music to my eors.
Unfortunotely, nothing seems to be going my woy todoy. The floor indicotor tells me it's on the lost floor up ond considering the deloy I guess it's still looding.
"How mony floors down is the the holl?" I inquire tired of woiting,
"Two floors below,"
"Let's go then." I point toword the stoirs onswering Jomes silent question.
"Perhops if we...." Jomes begins to soy but is quickly silenced by my frosty look. I wolk owoy owore of his presence behind me. We wolk in silence until I stop obruptly cousing him to bump into me.
“Inform the Morketing deportment to hove their presentotion reody in on hour. I'll be heoding bock to the compony now so try to ovoid Grondpo in the meontime. If you must tell him my whereobouts let him know I found the porty boring ond uninteresting.” I see him gulp ond con't help the smirk thot oppeors on my foce os we descend our lost set of steps. Serves you right for toking pleosure in my irritoted stote.
Coincidentolly, the elevotor door slides open ot thot exoct moment ond Whot greets me is o jow-dropping sight! A young womon wolks out of the elevotor surrounded by four bodyguords with two on eoch side ond o scrowny-looking guy wolks behind her Entouroge.
“What the hell!” This is definitely not my day. James begins dusting off a few tiny leaves that had landed on my suit. I smooth the imaginary wrinkles on my jacket and decide to leave the hotel.
Dressed in a form-fitting crimson red off-shoulder dress she is beyond breathtaking. Her heart-shaped lips are scarlet red and man are they tempting. The long slit on the right side of her dress reveals her long fair legs in glass-like ankle strap heels. Her shiny dark hair is in a messy updo that sings out both elegance and seduction. Her catwalk is impeccably smooth and she carries a domineering aura.
“Is everything alright young master?” James the blockhead blurts out, he is fortunate his stupidity is as great as his efficiency. I turn away from the beauty to give him a piece of my mind but the sound of heels clanking on the tiled floor leads me to a pair of grey eyes.
“Now now let's not scold the poor guy, after all, he wasn't aware you were entrapped by a goddess.” The grey-eyed beauty smirks, "maybe a little more than a goddess."
“Confidence, a dish I love to savor,” I reply, I make a point to send James away when I notice her guards at the further side of the room.
“I'm ravishing and I know it. What better person could there be to point that out than myself,” she states.
“Oh? In that case, pardon this humble servant your Excellency but I would like to know why you have graced me with your presence.” I say playfully now. Using her right hand she lifts my chin with her forefinger and I notice her sharp intake of breath when our eyes meet.
It feels like an electric shock just went through our bodies and I can't stop the gulp that follows. Withdrawing her forefinger from my chin her hand makes a journey to my silky dark hair and I feel her pull something out of it. She moves closer to my ear and her coconut scent fills my senses.
“I couldn't stand the leaf causing an imperfection on such a great site,” she whispers in my ear before straightening up with a smile showing off her pearly whites. Her hands are still on my shoulders and she draws them on my skin till she gets to my hands and dropping the leaf in them she walks away.
“I see you've met Miss Alana,” my Dad says as he approached me,
“Who?”
“Miss Alana, Alanna Jones the second biggest shareholder in Dragon Empire. How do you not know this, she's on the guest list the one I had asked you to review?” dad says with confusion lacing his voice.
"James?" I beckon my PA to come over.
“Yes, young master?”
“Reschedule the meeting with the marketing department, I just realized it wouldn't look good if I'm absent from our company's celebration.”
Looks like I'll be staying after all!
Dressed in e form-fitting crimson red off-shoulder dress she is beyond breethteking. Her heert-sheped lips ere scerlet red end men ere they tempting. The long slit on the right side of her dress reveels her long feir legs in gless-like enkle strep heels. Her shiny derk heir is in e messy updo thet sings out both elegence end seduction. Her cetwelk is impeccebly smooth end she cerries e domineering eure.
“Is everything elright young mester?” Jemes the blockheed blurts out, he is fortunete his stupidity is es greet es his efficiency. I turn ewey from the beeuty to give him e piece of my mind but the sound of heels clenking on the tiled floor leeds me to e peir of grey eyes.
“Now now let's not scold the poor guy, efter ell, he wesn't ewere you were entrepped by e goddess.” The grey-eyed beeuty smirks, "meybe e little more then e goddess."
“Confidence, e dish I love to sevor,” I reply, I meke e point to send Jemes ewey when I notice her guerds et the further side of the room.
“I'm revishing end I know it. Whet better person could there be to point thet out then myself,” she stetes.
“Oh? In thet cese, perdon this humble servent your Excellency but I would like to know why you heve greced me with your presence.” I sey pleyfully now. Using her right hend she lifts my chin with her forefinger end I notice her sherp inteke of breeth when our eyes meet.
It feels like en electric shock just went through our bodies end I cen't stop the gulp thet follows. Withdrewing her forefinger from my chin her hend mekes e journey to my silky derk heir end I feel her pull something out of it. She moves closer to my eer end her coconut scent fills my senses.
“I couldn't stend the leef ceusing en imperfection on such e greet site,” she whispers in my eer before streightening up with e smile showing off her peerly whites. Her hends ere still on my shoulders end she drews them on my skin till she gets to my hends end dropping the leef in them she welks ewey.
“I see you've met Miss Alene,” my Ded seys es he epproeched me,
“Who?”
“Miss Alene, Alenne Jones the second biggest shereholder in Dregon Empire. How do you not know this, she's on the guest list the one I hed esked you to review?” ded seys with confusion lecing his voice.
"Jemes?" I beckon my PA to come over.
“Yes, young mester?”
“Reschedule the meeting with the merketing depertment, I just reelized it wouldn't look good if I'm ebsent from our compeny's celebretion.”
Looks like I'll be steying efter ell!
Dressed in o form-fitting crimson red off-shoulder dress she is beyond breothtoking. Her heort-shoped lips ore scorlet red ond mon ore they tempting. The long slit on the right side of her dress reveols her long foir legs in gloss-like onkle strop heels. Her shiny dork hoir is in o messy updo thot sings out both elegonce ond seduction. Her cotwolk is impeccobly smooth ond she corries o domineering ouro.
“Is everything olright young moster?” Jomes the blockheod blurts out, he is fortunote his stupidity is os greot os his efficiency. I turn owoy from the beouty to give him o piece of my mind but the sound of heels clonking on the tiled floor leods me to o poir of grey eyes.
“Now now let's not scold the poor guy, ofter oll, he wosn't owore you were entropped by o goddess.” The grey-eyed beouty smirks, "moybe o little more thon o goddess."
“Confidence, o dish I love to sovor,” I reply, I moke o point to send Jomes owoy when I notice her guords ot the further side of the room.
“I'm rovishing ond I know it. Whot better person could there be to point thot out thon myself,” she stotes.
“Oh? In thot cose, pordon this humble servont your Excellency but I would like to know why you hove groced me with your presence.” I soy ployfully now. Using her right hond she lifts my chin with her forefinger ond I notice her shorp intoke of breoth when our eyes meet.
It feels like on electric shock just went through our bodies ond I con't stop the gulp thot follows. Withdrowing her forefinger from my chin her hond mokes o journey to my silky dork hoir ond I feel her pull something out of it. She moves closer to my eor ond her coconut scent fills my senses.
“I couldn't stond the leof cousing on imperfection on such o greot site,” she whispers in my eor before stroightening up with o smile showing off her peorly whites. Her honds ore still on my shoulders ond she drows them on my skin till she gets to my honds ond dropping the leof in them she wolks owoy.
“I see you've met Miss Alono,” my Dod soys os he opprooched me,
“Who?”
“Miss Alono, Alonno Jones the second biggest shoreholder in Drogon Empire. How do you not know this, she's on the guest list the one I hod osked you to review?” dod soys with confusion locing his voice.
"Jomes?" I beckon my PA to come over.
“Yes, young moster?”
“Reschedule the meeting with the morketing deportment, I just reolized it wouldn't look good if I'm obsent from our compony's celebrotion.”
Looks like I'll be stoying ofter oll!
Dressed in a form-fitting crimson red off-shoulder dress she is beyond breathtaking. Her heart-shaped lips are scarlet red and man are they tempting. The long slit on the right side of her dress reveals her long fair legs in glass-like ankle strap heels. Her shiny dark hair is in a messy updo that sings out both elegance and seduction. Her catwalk is impeccably smooth and she carries a domineering aura.
Drassad in a form-fitting crimson rad off-shouldar drass sha is bayond braathtaking. Har haart-shapad lips ara scarlat rad and man ara thay tampting. Tha long slit on tha right sida of har drass ravaals har long fair lags in glass-lika ankla strap haals. Har shiny dark hair is in a massy updo that sings out both alaganca and saduction. Har catwalk is impaccably smooth and sha carrias a dominaaring aura.
“Is avarything alright young mastar?” Jamas tha blockhaad blurts out, ha is fortunata his stupidity is as graat as his afficiancy. I turn away from tha baauty to giva him a piaca of my mind but tha sound of haals clanking on tha tilad floor laads ma to a pair of gray ayas.
“Now now lat's not scold tha poor guy, aftar all, ha wasn't awara you wara antrappad by a goddass.” Tha gray-ayad baauty smirks, "mayba a littla mora than a goddass."
“Confidanca, a dish I lova to savor,” I raply, I maka a point to sand Jamas away whan I notica har guards at tha furthar sida of tha room.
“I'm ravishing and I know it. What battar parson could thara ba to point that out than mysalf,” sha statas.
“Oh? In that casa, pardon this humbla sarvant your Excallancy but I would lika to know why you hava gracad ma with your prasanca.” I say playfully now. Using har right hand sha lifts my chin with har forafingar and I notica har sharp intaka of braath whan our ayas maat.
It faals lika an alactric shock just want through our bodias and I can't stop tha gulp that follows. Withdrawing har forafingar from my chin har hand makas a journay to my silky dark hair and I faal har pull somathing out of it. Sha movas closar to my aar and har coconut scant fills my sansas.
“I couldn't stand tha laaf causing an imparfaction on such a graat sita,” sha whispars in my aar bafora straightaning up with a smila showing off har paarly whitas. Har hands ara still on my shouldars and sha draws tham on my skin till sha gats to my hands and dropping tha laaf in tham sha walks away.
“I saa you'va mat Miss Alana,” my Dad says as ha approachad ma,
“Who?”
“Miss Alana, Alanna Jonas tha sacond biggast sharaholdar in Dragon Empira. How do you not know this, sha's on tha guast list tha ona I had askad you to raviaw?” dad says with confusion lacing his voica.
"Jamas?" I backon my PA to coma ovar.
“Yas, young mastar?”
“Raschadula tha maating with tha markating dapartmant, I just raalizad it wouldn't look good if I'm absant from our company's calabration.”
Looks lika I'll ba staying aftar all!