Unholy Obsession

Chapter 3; I'm super fucked

Hannah's POV

I wanted to die.

Or throw myself off a cliff, or, even better, have the world open up and swallow me whole, erasing my existence entirely.

As I strolled down the hallway, with my boss—the man I had a one-night stand with, Father Lord—trailing behind me with refined steps, the sound of his shoes met with the floorboards, giving an indentation that told me he was close. I could feel his eyes burning holes into my back, and it took all the strength in me not to slip off my heels and run off to nowhere in particular.

I had always been plagued with misfortune. Once in grade school I had climbed a tree which no one had fallen off from subsequently proving it to be safe, but then when it was my turn I ended up with a broken my knee.

Another time I had taken too much alcohol that almost caused me to fall into a pit. Although I was sure that was because of my sheer stupidity and not misfortune but at the same time, it was the worst out of all of them. How had I not recognized that he was Vincent? How could I have been so dumb? I wanted to disappear.

But well, he did not seem to recognize me, and I didn't know if I was glad or disappointed about that. When he had asked for his secretary, the other women immediately pointed at my direction, and he instructed me to lead him to office to grab the files. Just like that. Nothing more. This sent a harsh pang to my chest, but I ignored it, it was fine the way it was. Tomorrow, I would draft in my resignation letter and make sure we never saw each other again, it was for the best and it would help keep my sanity intact.

Standing in front of the oak-wood doors that led to his office, a breath eased out of me, and I twisted the knob, opening up a large space in which behind a large mahogany desk perched with unattended files and a dark leather chair, were tall glass windows that overlooked the busy city of New York. I stepped in, then tilted the door further to give him space to do so as well. His large frame invaded the room, and it was as if only him existed, nothing else in the world mattered.

Rational thoughts, Hannah. Rational thoughts.

'The files are over here, Sir," I rush towards the desk, my voice almost breathless.

I wanted to have this done and over with then have him leave for it not it wouldn't be long until I would lose my mind. I run my hands down the stack of papers, letting them have all my attention and not the transcendent Greek-god of a man standing in the room with me.

A sharp intake of breath was followed by the sound of his shoes pressing down on the carpeted floors, which was then accompanied by the light brush of his skin of mine as he passed by, stealing all matter of oxygen from my lungs before he settled down on the executive chair, which groaned under his massive weight.

This room was entirely big for two of us, too big really. But it felt as if had narrowed into a small space, making tightness wrap around my throat and equally making it a menial task to breathe.

The files—right the files.

I brought them out from the pile, and with my fingers trembling I checked if it was the right one before handing it over to him. He stretched out his arm to take it from me and then, even if it was just a small touch, it wasn't even worthy to be called a graze, the edge of my fingers connected with his and a shrill zap of something unfamiliar ran down my hands all the way to my spine, like electricity. He must have felt it too as his body straightened for a spilt second, then it relaxed back to thar cool, cold demeanour almost immediately.

I chewed the bottom of my lip. This was driving me insane.

"What is my schedule for today?" he asked, tone rigid.

"I-well," I inhaled sharply to regain my composure, this was not the time. "You have a meeting with the production team concerning the recent complaints with the new edition paperbacks, and then the stockbrokers early in the afternoon. Then at noon, dinner with the Chairman of Renolds Global Communications."

Even without checking my tab, I had memorized his agenda for today and had it tucked in the back of my head, that was how poised I was about my job, a habit that would get me killed, Ashley would always complain.