He can kill anyone with his dangerous blue eye charm and intoxicating smirk. No one dares to mess with billionaire Travis Deveraux except his childhood sweetheart Chanel Desrosier.
She is competitive, bossy and very particular with her business. Get...
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Chanel's pov
Loud whispering.
What an irony.
People often whisper in fear. Fear of getting caught, fear of getting their secrets spilled, to conceal their wrong doings from the world. And be loud to silent the impoverished and helpless in order to veil theirs deeds.
I was tip toeing towards the kitchen to grab a snack for us when my eyes fall upon a door, down the hallway. A door which was slightly open, causing the light to spill out of it.
Huh? Who could be awake at this hour? It was 3 in the night. Everyone here are early sleepers except for us and we were in our room. So who it could be?
Should I see? Maybe I shouldn't its not even my house to check but the curiousity in me got me sinking.
I started moving in the direction of the door and as I was getting closer, I could hear some mummering sound.
I walked closer to get a better listening.
I could hear a few people were whispering loudly to one another. I pressed my ear against the door frame and one voice amongst many caught my attention.
People say curiousity is poison and they are right because what I heard just now has my whole world collaped under my feet.
My eyes widened. I couldn't believe what I just heard.
With shaky hands and shaky feet I gathered myself to peek inside the room just to confirm what I just heard was coming from the same person whom I thought it would be.
And yes my biggest fear came true. It was him, Mr. Deveraux.
Alarm beeped and and my eyes opened in a jerk. It was a dream rather glimpses of my nightmare, one which has already been my reality in the past.
Calming my breath I got down from my bed and made my way towards the washroom. Turning on the facet I splashed some cold water on my face.
Sighing heavily I looked my reflection in the mirror. Its been a week since I last saw Travis. A week since that hell of a party.
From today we have to start working on the project and for that we will have plenty of meetings coming up our way.
I took a long warm shower to ease my mind and muscles. It was indeed relaxing and I feel better now. I changed into my work outfit when my phone started ringing.
It was Tallia. "Hello?" "Good morning, Ma'am! I am here, at your doorstep."
Being my manager Tallia, always accompanies me to the meetings. Whenever we have a morning meeting she always comes to pick me up from my house, itself.
"Ok. I am coming." ________________________
We reached Deveraux's office and Olivia greeted us both before accompanying us to the meeting room.
The meeting room was mostly vacant except for Travis and his few employees. We started the meeting and discuss about the budget, the plan, the roll as well as our share of contribution in the same.
It has been three hours since the meeting had begun. The employees have now started getting tired and because of which their efficiency was getting affected.
Travis noticed this too and looked at his watch. It was 2 in the noon. He clapped his hand and announced a short recess.
Everyone started to leave the meeting room including Olivia. Tallia looked at my direction and I nooded my head in a yes for her to take a break as well.
The meeting room was now empty of employees leaving Travis and I alone.
I took out my phone to order something online for myself but Travis beats me into it.
"I was heading to a restaurant nearby. You can also join if you want."
Travis is also leaving for lunch, which means I'll have to eat alone all by myself. It would be better If I just go with him atleast that way I'll have a company.
"Yeah. Sure." I stood up from my seat.
He nooded his head and we walked out of the office. The restraunt was quite close so we didn't take the car rather we decided to walk.
In less than five minutes we reached our destination. Before entering inside, Travis held the door open for me.
I muttered a 'thankyou' and we both entered the restaurant. My eyes wandered around the place. It wasn't much crowded. The interior was also simple and decent looking, nothing too fancy or extravagant for my liking.
Travis booked us a table near the window and we took our seats on the soft couch. I scan the menu to choose what should I try from here. Finally my eyes landed on a spanish cusine and I decided to order that.
"I will take the spanish cusine. What do you think?"
He raised his eyes from the menu and focused them on me. "I'll have the steak. Though I have never tried the spanish cusine from here."
"Well, then we can share." I smiled.
Waiter came by our table and Travis gave him our order.
He leaned against the couch before asking. "Soo.. how's life these days?" "Nothing too special. Same. Office, home, office."
"What about you? Anything interesting?" I raised my brows.
He shook his head lightly. "Nah. From the past few months all I was focused on was this project and not just getting it but all the calculations before and after that."
I nodded my head in understanding. Its true. Apart from just getting the deal from our collaboration, Travis is through with all the ideas, ventures and field work.
"This project is that important for you?" I put the emphasis on the world 'that'.
He took a deep breath before answering. "For me? To some extent, yes. But majorly for dad. He wanted our company to get this project either by hook or by crook. So anyhow I'hv to get it."
I opened my mouth to say something but at the same time the waiter came with our food.
He served both of us the cusine and Travis his steak.
He started his meal with the cusine and that made me smile a little. It was his habit. He always prefers the taste of food ordered by others over the taste of the food he ordered himself.
I lifted the spoon to my lips when Travis held my hand, stopping me from doing so.
I looked at him with confusion and he cleared his throat before uttering "The meat has rosemary seasoning."
Oh. Oohh. Rosemary seasoning. Rosemary. I am allergic to rosemary.
He called the waiter and asked him to change my dish and this time prepare it without rosemary in it.
What I couldn't believe was that after all these years he still remembers about my stupid little allergy.
____________________ Sorry for late update will post next one soon :)
