Fated Risk || Completed

Chapter 14 || Drugs? Yes.

Maddox.

I sat across the conference table from her, drumming my fingers on the arm rest of this shitty chair and trying to focus on the presentation. Or rather, just trying to keep my attention off her because that proved to be a challenge itself. Mateo sat beside me, actually paying attention with his cheek pressed into his fist. I scooted back a bit, throwing my leg over my knee to ease the ache in my back, which caused both Mateo's and Sophia's attention to snap towards me for just a second before slipping away again.

In my peripheral version I could see Sophia sitting pretty like always. Today in a washed blue button up blouse that was unbutton at the first two buttons. I could see the sharp lines of her collar bones perking through, and that sweet olive skin of hers taunting me. Her legs were crossed, a pair of black high waisted leather pants tucked around her torso. Of course, she had those sexy high heels on that always made me need to take a breath. The woman was straight out of a twisted fantasy in my mind, and I wanted to devour her.

Sharp pain in my shin caused me to jerk and send a glaring look at Mateo while he removed his foot back to himself. Maybe I can take one of those sexy heels, and stab Mateo through his foot so he can quit kicking me. He returned me a bored look to my glare and I flipped on a grin. "Don't kick, honey, otherwise I might start karate chopping you back." I joked under my breath, and made his lips curl up into a grin.

He leaned towards me, and Sophia's eyes slid over to us in question. "Don't stare, it's rude. Didn't uncle teach you that shit?" he whispered back. I almost laughed but kept it at bay. Was I staring? And here I thought I was doing so well.

I leaned back in my chair, showing him my hands in a surrendering manner. "Better view then..." I jerked my head at the finance manager who was rambling on about the number of this quarter. They were better than last quarter, and by the end of the year we are going to hit the billions at this rate. We have grown this company rapidly, and our fathers couldn't be more proud. This life was simpler though so it was almost easy. Sitting here and listening to that manager talk was easier then hearing the agony screams of your torture victims. It was easier than knowing that you had to go through with your threats, and take the souls of people you're never supposed to think about after. This was a life I never expected to have and I'm lucky to get the chance to have it. The darkness, the cruelty, it had me mere moment's from giving up entirely. So, yes, I'll take this simple life and hang on.

Mateo's brow shot up. "Do I need to remind you of company policy?"

Sophia wasn't close enough to hear us, but the questioning look on her face did tell me she was curious to what we were whispering about. I shrugged at Mateo. "Ew no, don't bore me. I read the three-hundred page book, thank you." I replied, smugly.

His cold smirk would look intimidating to anyone else. "No you didn't." he replied.

"Just because you didn't take the time to put all your best efforts into knowing the laws and rules of this company doesn't mean I didn't." I told him, lying through my damn teeth and making him chuckle. "It's six-hundred-forty-three pages Madds, and you didn't read a single page of it." he replied, making me roll my eyes at him. Of course, he read it.

I pointed to the loaded-up screen with the PowerPoint presentation on it. "Pay attention, and quit screwing around here, it's rude. Didn't uncle teach you that shit? " I asked him mockingly, and he let out a low chuckle. Gotcha.

"No, no he didn't. He taught me the opposite, the ruder, the better." he replied, making me chuckle.

I turned in my chair, seeing Sophia watching me. So, to be a brat, I sent her a wink that she ignored before facing the front again. She was still hell bent on ignoring me, but she can only do it for so long. If there's one thing I'm great at, it's getting under people's skin. And I am determined to get under Sophia's like a splinter she wouldn't be able to get out. Ever. The fox in me wouldn't allow her not to fall into his trick and game. It wouldn't go down without a fight because its silvery eyes have found the one treasure it's planning to sink its teeth into. I haven't felt this alive about something since my fucken trip, and oh how I feel it... my veins are shimming with excitement at the thought of making her mine.