•BOOK II OF THE ESZTAR SERIES•
"Esztar is falling."
Those were the words an invisible spy mumbled just a few minutes before his death. But no one knew the fall would be so hard that it will destroy everything and everyone who called them to be a par...
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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!!!
"Happy birthday, Dan." I flashed him a friendly smile as I passed by his desk.
"Thank you, Miss Andress." He chuckled, doing a playful courtesy. "Please tell me you're coming to the party this evening."
The people around us, listening our conversation didn't waste a second to display their utmost displeasure at the prospect. I topped the list of the most hated colleague. Why? Because I had the luxury of favoritism from my CEO ex boyfriend.
"I'll try, I promise." I lied.
I didn't want the poor guy's evening to be spoiled because of my presence. The others are definitely not gonna like me being there.
He reached for my hand, gently placing them between his. "Please be there. It'll mean the world to me-"
The sound of a door opening stopped him mid sentence. Or so I thought. A dash of fear swept through his eyes, telling me it was something else.
Not something, someone!
Rafael stepped out of Oliver's office, his now enraged eyes switching between our connected hands.
Daniel quickly dropped my hands, taking several steps back while I stood there awkwardly.
Why does he have to do this when we've clearly broken up— two days ago for real, and way before for these people.
Not sparing us a further glance, he disappeared upstairs and I went back to my cabin passing Daniel a reassuring smile.
Two second later, my phone pinged, carrying a message.
Mon chèri ❤ In my office. NOW.
•••••
"Lock the door." His stern voice cut through the air, conveying the upcoming trouble I was in.
His dark grey suit jacket, matching the color of his darkened eyes was draped over his plush black leather chair. The sleeves of his expensive white shirt were rolled halfway up, flaunting every subtle move of his forearms.
Those charcoal orbs set hard on me. I should have been scared. But I felt aroused. His long finger beckoned me, a silent command to come closer to him.
"One glance." He smirked, looking up at me from his seat when I reached before him. "All it takes is my one glance to cause a flood down there."
Well, fuck!
The chair rolled back as he abruptly shot up, making me flinch. For a brief second he just stood there towering before me until his hand went up in my hair. My head instinctively bowed in submission.
