Soren Bianchi [+18]

4. Two can play at this game (pt1)

AURORA DANIELS
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Friday rolled around really quickly, and today was the day Adrianne and I were going out.Adrianne Cole, was stunning, like absolutely breathtaking. If I were into women, she'd be my type. Beyond curvy, gorgeous golden skin, and gorgeous locks with highlights in her soft brown hair. She was edgy and I liked that.

She was a strong woman and the type of friend to have, especially in a new country.My day at the office was long. I hadn't heard from Soren all day, he didn't take me to work like he did the last few days and he didn't text me. Oddly enough I felt empty. I don't how, but I got so accustomed to having him around.

I sat at my desk, mindlessly typing out some paperwork, that needed to be signed and emailed to some French woman. I was taken out of my trance when a knock boomed through my office. "Areola, Mr Donovan wants to see you." Beth, a bitchy woman in her 30s instructed me, she refused to get my fucking name right, and if I didn't need this job, I would've decked her in the jaw long ago. I hated Beth. She was the grumpy asshole's assistant and boy was she an ass-kisser. If ass-kissing was a sport, she'd be an Olympic gold medalist.

"It's Aurora." My tone was clipped as I stood up from my desk, smoothing out the wrinkles on my skirt.

"Like it matters."

"You have a little ass right here." I sassed, using my finger to gesture around her mouth. With her jaw on the floor. I made my way to Donovan's office. Man's gave me the heebie-jeebies. I knocked on his down. Rocking myself back and forth on the heels of my shoes.

"Come in." His stupid voice called out.

"You wanted to see me?" I questioned, moving forward to his desk.

"Yes, please sit."

"What did you need?" I queried, watching as he rounded his table to sit atop his desk in front of me. He thought he was that bitch. He wasn't.

"I wanted you to accompany me to a dinner party this evening." He smirked. This man was in his early forties and his hair was already almost white. He smelled like an ashtray. He was aging like milk.

"Sorry, Mr Donovan. I have plans tonight." I stated. There was no way in hell that I was going on a date with that man. I watched as his eyes moved down to my thighs and I quickly readjusted my skirt trying to cover them as much as possible.

"Now now, Miss Daniels. No reason to cover up." He commented, moving closer to me. I quickly shot up from my seat. My brain was frantic as I thought of an excuse. "Uh, I just remembered. I have an important phone call with a buyer." I blurted out, before making a run for the door.

I mentally shuddered at the fact that he was definitely trying to make a pass at me. I power walked to my office, chucking my wrist watching. Knowing that I had an hour before I could go home and go out with Adrianne.

I pulled out my phone. The screen showed 2 text messages.

Adrianne: Wanna get ready at my place, or should I just pick you up?

Soren: I promise I'm not ignoring you. I'll pick you up for dinner tonight.

I quickly responded to Adrianne, telling her that I'd get ready at her place. I looked at Soren's message on my screen, scowling at it. The actual audacity of this man. If he wasn't ignoring me then why the fuck haven't I heard from him in 2 fucking days.

I decided to let the petty side get the better of me. I responded.

Me: can't. Busy tonight.