chapter 5

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I stared at him. He stared right back at me. Everything went silent. I wasn't aware of my breathing, if it was normal, or I was hyperventilating. But considering the heaves my breast made, I'd prefer the latter. My office was so silent that one could my hair pin drop. Everything around me had gone so still that the only noise that filtered the air around us solely contained my heavy breaths.


My stomach stopped with the annoying cartwheels it had performed couple of seconds ago. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but even when I tried, no voice came out. My throat was parched and the idea of marrying made the the breakfast in my stomach dance.


This is not how I planned some prince charming to propose me. Last I remember, it still happened under the Eiffel tower and fireworks, with Ian recording us secretly. With me being happy to finally have someone to love me just like I loved them. A happily ever after, just like it happened in the novels. So what if I read some novels with tropes of marriage of convenience turning into actual love? They were what they were. Books. Fiction.

I tried to form words, and failed miserably.Meanwhile, the asshole of my boss simply checked time on his expensive Rolex, exhaled heavily as if it all made him frustrating. Why would it made him frustrating? It doesn't make any sense, just like of the favor he asked of me.


"Come on, princess. I don't have all day."

The audacity of this guy. He thought he could humiliate me, ask me of a ridiculous favor, and I'll gladly bow down to him? Just like the rest of the world did? Nada. I was an independent woman, and had a right to live life on my own terms. Not of some beautiful devil. Well, the asshole had another thing coming then.

So when I uttered those words, my voice was resolute.

"You think you can humiliate me in front of all office and ask of a ridiculous favor to bind myself to you? No sir. Even if you were the last person breathing on this earth, I would not even spare you a single span of my attention, alone marry. You want to fire me? Go ahead, do it. I'll prove myself so resourceful to another company that they hire me on immediate basis. You want to threaten me to destroy me? Fine. Go on. I'll see you try at it while I laugh. Because you will fail."

His eyes hardened, a cruel smirk forming on his face. He killed the distance between us ,took a hold of my hair, wrapping the length of them around his forearm, while his glare bore into mine.

"Talk about working under some other man and I'll fuck you right here on this desk, claiming your beautiful body mine."

I had a beautiful body? Well, never gonna lie. I did.

Focus Rori. This can't be happening.

Out of all that I said, he resorted to reply to this? What's wrong with him? And what's wrong with my body? Heat pooled between my legs, making me squirm in my seat as I tried very hard to overcome this stupid reaction my body had to his words.

From here, he was the ruthless billionaire everyone was scared of, and the light that shone in his eyes promised death.

I cleared my throat, nudging my head trying the loosen his grip from my hair and failed. Registering my protests, he loosened his grip and after an intense round of staring competition, he completely let go of me, enabling some distance between us. Why is it too hot in here?

"What is wrong with you?"

"Same question could be asked to you. I saw you squirming, Miss Le-blanc." He tended to his cuff links, completely ignoring the seriousness of the situation.

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