𝐹𝒪𝑅𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐼𝒩𝐸

3 | Business

Anastasia's POV

It's been a week since my amazing sex with the one and only Bruce Cameron.

I'm not gonna say I was too drunk and didn't understand what was going on, because I did. I'm not gonna pretend and blame him for everything. You know what they say, it take two to tango.

But I fucked up by sleeping with him, I mean he's one the riches guys in New York and now I was another one of his whores he fucked.

Flashback:

My body felt sore as I opened my eyes in the unknown area. It was a huge overly black room. I looked at the side I was sleeping on and looked at the time.

5:46

I looked at the warm, soft surface I was sleeping under. It was a toned body, with at least a 6 pack.

I looked up to see who the body belongs to and I want to fucking end myself.

Of course I fell for his charms. I remember things from last night but only after I entered the car with him.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. What am I gonna do. I can't believe I'm one of those girls who fell for his looks.

I looked at him and he was sound asleep. I got up trying my best to ignore the pain because of how many rounds we had.

I picked my top and panties and left his house. He lived on the hop floor of a penthouse. The house was beautiful, it was also black with little accents of white and grey here and there.

End of Flashback

Today my boss said we had a important meeting, with a client. I got into my professional attire. I was wearing a all white set with a lace cropped top. With matching white suit jacket and pants. I grabbed my purse and phone and walked out of the house.

May was watching Elijah again today. I felt bad leaving May with the responsibility of my son, but she loves kids. Since she can't have any, she takes any chance to see a kid.

I got into my black Porsche 911. The drive from my house to my company was a little over 30 minutes.

Once I finally got there, I was greeted by one of my colleague.

"Charlie wants you up to the meeting room in 5 minutes." I nodded and walked into the into the building elevator.

I pressed the highest floor and waited for it to beep. Once the sound rang through my ears I exited the elevator and went towards the meeting room.

I opened the door and I looked eyes with the same hazel eyes that make my heart skip a beat.

His smirk was wide as if he was expecting me. I swallowed all the thoughts I had and walked in and took the only empty seat. The one right next to Bruce Cameron.

"Morning Ms. Sanchez." I wanted to leave, I've always loved my job but I wanted nothing more than to leave.

"Morning Mr. Cameron." He smiled and looked at the front where my boss was waiting for everyone's attention.

During every meeting, I take mental notes. But I couldn't think of anything but the burning gaze I was receiving from Bruce.

What the fuck was he doing here.

"Ms. Sanchez, what do you think." Bruce's deep, raspy voice spoke.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that." I know he's doing it on purpose.

"Which author do you think is best for the new book I'm investing in." He was investing in a book for us. We didn't need his help.

"I think we should give Mason Vincent a chance. The way he writes is exactly what we're looking for. And his past audience are the readers we need. His rating just last month were amazing. I think we would be doing good by taking a chance on him."