Allegedly Yours

New Office

Chapter 8

The next day, Nyrah was performing her duties when her boss called her, demanding her presence in his office. She hesitantly approached the door labeled "CEO's Office" and knocked softly, awaiting permission to enter. The commanding voice of her boss beckoned her inside.

"Come in," he said just as she opened the door.

As she stepped in, her gaze fell upon two figures seated before her: her boss, Mr. Arcadia, and Aston, her tormentor. The sight of Aston sent a shiver down her spine, his presence always stirring up unpleasant feelings.

"Nyrah, please have a seat, child. Why are you standing like that?" Mr. Arcadia motioned for her to sit, breaking the tension momentarily. Nyrah complied, though she couldn't shake the discomfort of sitting so close to Aston, whose intense stare added to her unease.

"I don't need to introduce you both. You already know Mr. Archer," Mr. Arcadia continued. Nyrah kept her gaze fixed on him, silently acknowledging his statement while doing her best to ignore Aston's unsettling presence beside her.

"And it looks like your designs and work have impressed Mr. Archer to the extent that he wants you to join his company." Nyrah's heart sank at Mr. Arcadia's words, her worst fears unfolding before her. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as the gravity of the situation settled in. She felt a wave of terror wash over her, her mind racing with the implications of having to work alongside Aston.

"My apologies, sir, but I'm happy here. I don't want to work anywhere else," Nyrah said, outright refusing to entertain the idea of working alongside Aston.

"In that case, you can't continue working with us, Nyrah," her boss's words hit her like a hammer, leaving her stunned and betrayed. She shot a furious glance at Aston, her mind swirling with curses directed at him. This bastard could never stop making her life hell. His smug smirk only added fuel to the fire, as if he relished the chaos he had caused.

As Nyrah stepped out of the office building, the midday sun cast long shadows across the bustling street below. She could feel the weight of her boss's ultimatum pressing down on her shoulders, the sense of urgency mingling with the sounds of honking cars and distant chatter. With each step, the reality of her situation sank in deeper, her mind racing with thoughts of the uncertain future that awaited her. The nearby aroma of street food vendors mixed with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to her inner turmoil.

As Nyrah navigated the busy street, attempting to cross the road, a surge of panic shot through her veins as she spotted a speeding car hurtling toward her. Time seemed to slow as the impending danger loomed closer, her heart racing in her chest. But the hit never came. Instead, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her out of harm's way and into the embrace of a stranger. With a startled gasp, Nyrah found herself crashing into the person, their bodies colliding in a chaotic tumble on the pavement. As she lay there, heart still pounding, she looked up to meet the gaze of her unexpected savior, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief washing over her features.

"A-Aston, you?" astonishment washed over her features upon realizing it was him. But why had he saved her? Wasn't he the one who wanted her dead?

"Are you mad, dammit? Don't you know how to cross the road?" As she gathered her wits, Nyrah met his gaze, her expression a blend of embarrassment and defiance.

"No, I'm not mad," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "I just... didn't see it coming, I guess," she added. Nyrah gingerly attempted to extricate herself from the tangle of limbs, her movements careful yet hurried. She shifted her weight, trying to disentangle herself from Aston's grasp without causing further awkwardness.

Feeling Aston's hand gently enveloping hers, Nyrah couldn't help but notice the bruises marring her skin, souvenirs from the harrowing incident mere moments ago.

"It's nothing," she muttered, her voice a mixture of resignation and protest as she attempted to retrieve her hand from his grasp. Yet, before she could protest further, astonishment swept over her as she felt herself lifted off the ground, cradled in Aston's arms like a bride. With a gasp of surprise, Nyrah found herself being carried away, her feet dangling above the pavement as Aston strode purposefully toward the parking lot, his grip firm and determined.

As Nyrah's protests fell on deaf ears, she felt a surge of frustration rising within her, the sense of helplessness mounting with each step Aston took towards his sleek black Rolls Royce. "Aston, please, this isn't right," she pleaded once more, her voice tinged with a mixture of urgency and exasperation. But Aston remained steadfast, his gaze fixed ahead as he reached the luxurious vehicle, its polished exterior gleaming under the midday sun. With a deft movement, Aston unlocked the car doors, the soft click of the mechanism echoing in the air. With a resigned sigh, Nyrah finally relented, allowing Aston to guide her into the opulent interior, the door closing behind them with a soft thud.

"Now, Aston, do you want to kill me personally here, huh?" Nyrah's sarcasm hung heavy in the air, a sharp retort to Aston's actions. He remained composed, seemingly unfazed by her biting words. Ignoring her jest, he gently took her bruised hand in his, his movements careful and deliberate as he retrieved the first aid kit from the drawer of the back seat. He began to clean and dress her wounds, his touch surprisingly gentle against her skin as he tended to her with a quiet sense of resolve.

"I'm not like you, Nyrah. I don't leave people to die, friend or not," his exclamation made guilt float through her heart. Indeed, he's not like her; it was her mistake that she couldn't save an innocent.

With a surge of conflicted emotions coursing through her veins, Nyrah's instinct for self-preservation kicked in, driving her to flee from the confines of the luxurious car and the weight of her guilt. Ignoring Aston's presence and the turmoil in her own heart, she bolted from the vehicle, her footsteps echoing against the pavement as she sought solace in the anonymity of the bustling street beyond.

As she ran, each stride carried her farther away from the tangled web of emotions that threatened to engulf her, the rhythm of her breaths a steady cadence against the chaos of her thoughts. With each passing moment, the distance between her and the scene of their encounter widened, until at last, she found herself alone with her thoughts, the din of the city fading into the background as she sought refuge in the sanctuary of her own mind.

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We all make mistakes guys, one was also made by Nyrah made her suffer for four years. Do you think that Aston should forgave her or she should suffer more. Let me know in comments.

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