Wicked Obsession

4.

Saturday, July 13

That night, I was hardly able to sleep at all. My mind seemed to be on over drive with thoughts of Mr. Styles, the mysterious Liam, and Cameron now that our relationship is known to the one person I didn't want to find out.

Fuck this.

Finally giving up on sleeping, I decided to follow the lead Liam gave me. I glance at the clock on my nightstand and it reads 7:30 AM.

Before sitting at my desk, I pad over to the door and lock it. Claire has a bad habit of not knocking first and I wouldn't want a certain guest catching me.

Settling down in my chair, I fire up my laptop. Clicking on Safari, I go to Google and type in the search bar: Acerbus Enterprises Secretary Position.

I waited a few minutes for the engine to come up with the results.

No Matches Found

What the hell? Seeing as I found the AD for my current job in the paper, it should be archived. Jumping up, I head over to my dresser and rummage through the top drawer where I put it. I made sure to keep it as a way of documenting my time at Acerbus Enterprises.

I search for a few minutes and come up empty. Shit, it must be in my desk at work  then. Giving up on that lead, I try a different approach. I try another search and this time I look up the staff. After scrolling through the results, the only name that seems to appear is Harry Styles and the few people he works closely with, which doesn't help me at all.

Frustrated, I slam the lid on my laptop shut and push myself from my chair. Damn it, I need to find answers. With new determination, I quickly take a shower and get dressed. As I'm making my way to the door, a low British accent comes from behind me.

"Good Morning Aurora."

My skin instantly crawls and the use of my name makes my stomach churn. Slowly I turn and plaster a fake ass smile on my lips.

"We're on a first name basis now? Harry."

His hair is wild and his chest bare, revealing a plethora of tattoos all over his toned chest and arms. The emerald eyes I've come to both fear and admire zero in on me as a wry smile forms on his perfect lips.

"I don't like employees using my first name."

"I don't like my boss sleeping with my roommate." I retort.

He raises an unamused eyebrow at my tone. "Fair point."

I roll my eyes. "Now if you'll excuse—"

"Where are you off to so early in the morning?" He cuts me off. His expression appears impartial but his tone implies something else. It's as if he knows I'm up to something... I take a deep breath to steady myself and meet his cool stare.

"None of your business."

Suddenly he is taking giant steps toward me and before I can make a move, he has me trapped against the wall. His chest only a few inches from mine as he towers above me. His jade eyes appear darker, almost black, as my heartbeat thuds loudly in my chest.

His expression is knowing and predatory as he stares down at me.

"Ah Miss. Whitman, but you and I both know that it is my business, isn't it?"

The smart remark I had instantly dies as he leans in closer, his arm coming up beside my head trapping me further.

"I know you've been putting your nose in business that is none of your concern and I. Don't. Like. It." He snarls.