Mate to the Dragon Prince

Chapter Four

C/r acci/ent (a, d) trigger warning!

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My mind raced back and forth; from work to the dream. Those seafoam eyes flashed before my eyes whenever I blinked, creating a rush of emotions that electrified my nerves enough to have that slickness between my legs. The pressure intensified as I remembered the feel of his hands; a touch so real, and yet, it wasn't. The dream felt real because of the strength of light his eyes gave, their intensity and the silky feel of his skin against mine.

My heart only thumped faster as I remembered it, almost sending me off the edge again at its mere memory.

"Tristan..." I don't know how many times I mumbled that name today, but still nothing came to mind. The man in my dreams didn't exist in the real world.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and tried to focus on the papers in front of me. The words on the page danced, causing the sudden flash of such beautiful seafoam eyes to appear every time I blinked; work didn't help forget him. The pen I had wrapped my fingers around was now set down on the table, long forgotten as I just stared at the words, but my mind didn't process them or its meaning.

The sound of a knock made me snap away from the sinful dream. "Come in," I mumbled, reaching for my pen again.

"Ms. Kwon, I have the documents for today's boarding meeting," Cameron, my assistant, said as he stepped into my office.

"Good," I mumbled, finally focusing on the words on the page in front of me and my pen ready in hand to either decline or accept, and sign it.

"We're holding the meeting with the Williams again, this Friday. I think they got a lawyer and now we can think about having their company under our supervision and we will receive 60% of the profit, ma'am." He stated, causing me to look up and raise an eyebrow at him. Upon seeing my expression, he quickly cleared his throat, "I mean you, you will, Ms. Kwon!"

I hummed in approval, "Is that all, Cameron?" I asked.

"Um.. No. Ms. Kwon, you have a message from your boyfriend." He said, handing over a tablet.

"Boyfriend?" I raised both eyebrows, looking down at the invitation to a late night date.

"It's from Antonio Venturi."

"Antonio Venturi is not my boyfriend, Cameron!" I slightly raised my voice. The name brought a rage of emotions to rush through me. Anger dominated over the disgust and guilt. I gritted my teeth and my breathing turned quicker... harsher. The name filled me with such rage, I felt tears of anger building up in my eyes, ready to fall as my frustration sparked.

"Sorry, ma'am." Cameron immediately apologised and retrieved the tablet from my hand; my grip had tightened around the device but thankfully, Cameron managed to get it off my hands. I had the anger to throw that thing across the room.

That Venturi was the core reason of the family's dispute, while there were disputes before, it certainly wasn't as worse as this. I knew Jackson always envied and hated the attention I received and my confidence to lead. But a part of me regretted not trying harder in convincing my half-brother, but he would never take advice from a woman, especially if that woman was me. I wanted to take things to my own hands, but I was blinded by the rage that built inside me from the words he spoke, and now he comes crawling back. Jackson didn't listen when he needed to, and for that very reason he was suffering now. Though the guilt was there, but a part of me enjoyed watching him struggle, and trying to find a crack that would get him out of this rut.

"Deny it, and block that Venturi!" I told Cameron, before returning to the papers in hand.

"Yes, ma'am."