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Damaged Heart

As soon as Amanda left us alone the fake smile fades away, "Are you kidding me?!" I whispered

"It's like you are everywhere! In all angles of my life," I try to keep my voice low; I threw my bag into one of the chairs. My hand on my hips, as I ran the other through my hair.

"How are you ---ugh, you're just everywhere!"

He sits on his desk angled towards me, "Why do you think that is?"

I walk closer to him, "What game are you playing Greyson? Is there something you want from me?"

"Yes," his hands move to his sides, "I need a personal assistant,"

I wanted to slap the smirk off his face, "And I happened to be the only resume you got?"

He began to walk behind me, his breath so close to my ear that it made my heart weaken, "Of course not, I have countless of women who desire to take orders from me,"

I shook my head, "I'm not doing this,"

"I'll compensate you," he prompted, "anything you desire, within reasonable limits,"

My blue eyes widened, "Anything? Why? —I just don't understand, why you are doing this?"

"Doing what," he looked into me as if he didn't understand what I meant, "giving you a job? You need one, and I'm here to offer it,"

Being Greyson's assistant not maybe all it's cracked up to, but by doing so I would also get to be Adler's assistant. That may give me more access to the disgusting men, that rule over the city. If I can get more information regarding their lives, their names, the bigger the exposure will be at the end. This could be my way into the secrets of the Elite Diamonds. He was my ticket in.

"Fine," I murmured.

"Miss Sterling I'm going to need you to speak up," he leaned closer, placing the tips of his fingers on my chin, he lowered his voice, "face me when I speak,"

I could feel my heart betraying me, or perhaps it wasn't my heart doing the betrayal at all. His eyes were a shade of brown so bright as amber when the sunlight peered in. Seduction was what he did best. He moved in to my personal bubble as if there were no boundaries between us. With those eyes that suggested a heat inside. He didn't just look at me, he saw through me as if he knew every one of my desires. He didn't have to lay a single finger on me, the tension between our bodies was enough for the suggestions to remain unspoken. Was I making a terrible mistake?

Back home Derek was watching TV something about a show with con artists. He was big into criminal type shows, maybe in another life, he wished he had what it takes to commit crime.

"How was it," he asked, not really looking anywhere else but the tv.

"I got a job—" I said calmly as if working at Sacks & Co. wasn't a big deal. It was a multimillion-dollar firm. After working here, doors all over the area would open for me.

"Where at?"

"Sacks & Co."

Before I knew it he was on his feet, "Greyson handed you a job?" his words came out as an accusation rather than a question.

"I had applied a while back---I suppose he just fired his assistant," I tried to explain, I wasn't sure why I sounded defensive. I hadn't begged for the job, in fact, I had come close to rejecting it.

The room grew a tension so strong as a tornado. He covered his mouth and turned around for a bit. I could tell he was angry; I had never seen this side of him. There was coldness in his anger, I stayed quite hoping he would let it go. Whatever this was.

"I asked him multiple times for a job there!" he snarled more than he spoke, "But you --- you meet him once and what? He just hands you the job?"

"I'm qualified for this job—and I didn't even ask him for a job. I didn't even know Greyson was a CEO there!" I could feel my voice beginning to rise, as I tried my best to defend myself from his accusatory tone.

He ran his hand through his hair three times, he kept his hand over his chin, "Tell me. Did you sleep with him? Kiss him? Mess around with him on my birthday?"

All the air escaped my lungs, I lowered my head in defeat and slightly shame, "I kissed him," my voice low.

"Well look at that, guess my qualifications can't beat that," he spoke, every word slicing through me, "Can't compete with what's between your legs,"

He began to walk to his room. I wanted to cry as rage fired through me, "Don't you dare throw that at me. I am good enough for this job! I worked my ass through college, and I worked at firms and got into the same accounting internship as you! So as far as qualifications go, don't you dare doubt that I don't have the skills to get this job," I spat out, "It's an assistant job. I can do that and more in my sleep!"

He sneers at me, "The ASSISTANT, gets to do all the networking, meets all the important people of this city, you travel, you get all the benefits. Don't pretend like this job isn't about to open doors," he shakes his head then laughs, "I don't doubt you are good enough for a job, but do you really think that the kiss didn't have any input in it?"

"I was drunk," I snapped, "it wasn't' intentional or meaningful,"

"Keep telling yourself that," he let his breath escape, "I'm going to bed,"

"Derek--," I stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted the job,"

"Greyson Sacks always gets what he wants," he stated, not really making eye contact with me. I wasn't sure if that was directed at me, or if he was stating it for both of us.