AMAYA

CHAPTER 5

AMAYA'S POV

"What are you doing here" We both asked each other simultaneously. He shook his head and I saw how annoyed he was. "Uh! ..." I scratched my head.

"What? Can't you talk?" I looked at him with disbelief. I wished to slap his face.

"I am here for my research sir and I am sorry for spilling the drink on your shirt. Let me clean it up" I quickly took out the tissue and started rubbing him off.

"Stop it, you are making it worse" He groaned but I didn't stop, he smelled so good. I wondered how much his perfume cost.

Suddenly, he held my hand stopping me from cleaning off his shirt. I looked up to face him. He looked at me with a 'don't touch me' look.

"I told you to stop, are you deaf?" he yelled at me. I felt rage built inside me, I was really trying to humble myself for that bastard and he was treating me like some kind of trash. I swear I wanted to give him a peace of my min but I controlled my anger.

"Well, that was rude" I said with a low voice. He looked at me with his eyebrow furrowed "What did you say?" he asked me and I smiled "Nothing Sir" I rolled my eyes and he shook his head.

"I am running late sir, I am sorry once again and please be careful next time you might not want to bump to me again?' I waved at him.

"Good bye Sir" I said and ran to the elevator and pressed on the button for up. Thank God it opened up and I quickly entered inside. I saw Mr. Newman glaring at me murderously before the lift door finally closed in.

"Asshole" I muttered under my breathe I was so mad at him. If I bump to him next time, I don't think I could hold it. And what was he doing here anyways? I mean I know it's his resort but why the timing is so unpleasant? "Uhhhhhh" I screamed.

After getting my phone from my room I went to join Sarah who was so mad at me for making her wait.

"You have a lot to explain" She crossed her arms on her chest.

"I know, I know. Shall we go?" I asked her and she rolled her eyes "Whatever" We entered the golf cart and the man who was chosen to be our tour guide started driving.

8 hours later we came back totally exhausted, we took a lot of pictures and explored well the island. We got off the golf cart and stepped on the sand, it was almost 6pm and the sun was almost setting.

"I am so exhausted, I wish to have a nice bath and maybe a cup of late" Sarah lamented, I glared at her and rolled my eyes.

"We have a presentation to make sweetheart, we don't have a week here remember tomorrow we are to back and report to the boss" She pouted, "Okay fine, lets get a bath and maybe a little rest? Please?" she put her hands together and begged like a child begging for a candy. I rolled my eyes and told her "Okay" She smiled. "But 1 hour nap only" Her smile fell.

"Omg its Mr. Newman, he is so sexy "Sara screamed, i turn to look at the direction she was looking at and my jaw dropped.

Mr. Newman was shirtless, only with a. Pair of shorts with dark shades on, he was on a call with someone. Damn those abs, he was masculine and the v line below his abdomen was very intriguing. I felt giddy thinking how it felt touching those abs or let's say sleeping on that hard chest. Oh shoot.

"Omg Amaya" Sarah squealed and she managed to pull me out of my day dreaming i looked at her with 'will you shut up face'

"He might hear you out. And remember what he said? He doesn't mix work with pleasure. So better keep your feelings to yourself" Sarah's excitement wired down.

I laughed at her. "Okay fine it's not like I am his type though" she joked.

Then I saw a familiar woman approached him and hugged him. Wait that is his mother I tried to recall from the pictures I saw on the internet.

"Wait is that Mrs. Newman" Sarah asked me and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course" I said.

"She is really beautiful in person, those pictures don't do her justice"

"Yeah right" I agreed to it.

Then suddenly Me. Newman faced our direction and I gasped in shock. He looked at us with his face furrowed so did I. I looked at Sarah she was blushing and ogling at Mr. Newman. But Mr. Newman's eyes were concentrated me.