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Her primary goal is to protect her family and her secrets. But what happens when the guy she is forbidden to kill uncovers the tr...
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Waking up this morning, I was content. I had a deal of a lifetime at my fingertips. Phoebe and I had worked our butts off to make sure everything was well presented and prepared. Winning this project, after all, meant a profit of over millions for my pocket and the company.
After reading Phoebe's apological text, however, my mood instantly darkened. I couldn't believe she was bailing on me for some mysterious reason less than an hour before the meeting was to start. With this, all my confidence about this meeting going according to plan and without any hitch, dissipated.
Receiving another one of her rare apologies, I was appreciative as I knew it was sincere. Despite discovering a bunch of surprising information about Phoebe Smith, there were some facets of her she couldn't fake no matter how hard she tried. Her annoyance towards my arrogance and overconfidence or her own arrogance and barely ever taking responsibility for her mistakes were just a few of those facets. What I didn't appreciate, however, was her lack of respect towards me or the hard work and significant efforts she put in this project.
Halfway through the meeting, after I was done with my presentation, Phoebe finally decided to grant us with her appearance. For once since long I was relieved to see her. Unfortunately, this feeling didn't last long. The moment she stepped foot inside, every men's eyes from Alpha Group were glued on her. They unashamedly followed her every step and openly checked her out with lust written all over their faces.
The men from my company did their best to lower their gaze and fondle with their stack of papers. Not because they were scared of Phoebe but because they valued their jobs and life. Any men from my company were made well aware that I will tear them apart in a snap if they as much as dare look at Phoebe Smith with lust.
Then again, the short black body-hugging office dress Phoebe wore wasn't helping. It embraced her killer curves to perfection and gave a great view of her long tan legs. With the low 'v' cut of the dress showing off her full cleavage.
Watching all these men ogle at Phoebe enraged me. My possessiveness for her rose, as did my desire to protect her and get her away from all these men's dirty stares. I wanted to lock her up somewhere no one other than me will look at her in this manner. As if my brain had sensed what I needed, the thought of us making out at my parents' place popped into my mind. Knowing I was the only one in this entire room who was able to touch her in such an intimate manner gave me a unique peace of mind.
By the time Phoebe made it beside me, she was profusely blushing, worsening my situation. Her little act was so cute I felt my little friend showing its excitement under the table. How the heck could I be excited by the mere sight of her blushing made no sense to me. I was a grown ass man, not a kindergartener. Though, from the look on the other men's faces, they seem to be experiencing the same dilemma as me.
Yet, I knew my case was different in its own way. Unlike them, I've been experiencing different sorts of reaction and emotions for Phoebe lately. Coldly glaring down all the men around the table, my expression clearly stated I was not to be messed with, and their dirty mind and eyes were to be kept to themselves. Phoebe was mine.
