[SOMEWHERE IN PARIS: 9;30 AM]
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Presley walked through the hallway,with staff's bowing down in respect, and she waved at them with a smile on her face.
She exuded an air of confidence, her heels clicking against the Mable floor as she clutches her notepad.
"What time is the meeting?" She asked the male by side who rambled to open his notepad.
"In an hour time" He replied, and she nodded, her breath hitched.
"Just calm down already. You got this like always" He whispered and she smiled.
"Well thank you for motivating me but just so you know, this is one of the newest yet biggest company that could earn us billions so I have to be nervous.I hope everything is set already" She said, as she applied her lipstick to the lip....
She stopped immediately she sighted the man at the corner of the hallway, chatting with a girl, squeezing her ass while the girl giggled..
She gripped her fist tightly, wishing to punch the male right now.
That was not someone else... That was her fucking husband, the same husband she has been married to for 2 years and he don't even care about her working here.
Shame burned in her chest, not just because he was cheating -she had known for months now-but because he didn't even bother to hide it. In the company, in front of employees.. like she was nothing
She huffed and walked away, but her eyes were already red, sparkle to the extent she wanted to spit out.
"Hey. Are you okay ma?" Morphy asked as they got into her office, and she just nodded faking a smile.
"Why don't you just Divorce him?"
Like she haven't tried.... She dare not even think about it. This is were life has brought her and she has to accept whatever thing he does to her....
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The board members were all gathered already, as they whisper together while, Presely just kept exhaling.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, its sound echoing in the dimly lit conference room. The air felt thick, the tension palpable, as a few figures stepped inside.
Presley, standing near the long table, smoothed the front of her pristine white gown and prepared to extend a handshake. A polite smile graced her lips—until she saw him.
A tall figure strode in with effortless authority, his presence alone demanding attention. His tailored black suit clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, emphasizing his lean, powerful build. The dim glow of the chandelier above cast flickering shadows across his sharp, aristocratic features—high cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and piercing gray eyes that seemed to strip the room of warmth. His hair, jet black and sleek, was combed back neatly, a few rebellious strands falling onto his forehead.
Between his slender fingers, he held a cigarette, the tendrils of smoke curling lazily in the air, adding an air of dangerous nonchalance. His lips—full but firm—curled slightly in what could barely be considered a smirk. Yet his eyes told a different story.
Presley staggered back, the color draining from her face. Her breath hitched, and her heart pounded so violently she was sure everyone could hear it. No… it can't be.
A strong hand grasped her elbow before she could fall. Morphy. His worried gaze flickered to her as he whispered, "Are you okay?"
But Presley barely heard him. Her wide, doe-like eyes remained locked onto the stranger's.
His gaze bore into hers, unreadable yet piercing, as if he was peeling away every layer of her existence. No emotion flickered across his face, no sign of surprise, but his fingers tightened slightly around the cigarette.
The silence felt deafening.
Presley swallowed hard. Her palms, damp with sweat, trembled as they brushed against the fabric of her gown, leaving faint stains.
She cursed herself for not paying attention to the news lately. Was this the same man people wouldn't stop talking about?
Slowly, she forced a breath through her trembling lips and straightened her posture. With effort, she brought up her hand, willing herself to ignore the way it shook.
"I—" her voice faltered, but she caught herself. Clearing her throat, she forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Nice to meet you."
The man eyes darkened the more, as he gripped his fist tightly staring at her angrily.
He just walked pass her and sat down, crossing his leg majestically.
Presley gulped down nervously and walked back to her sit.
Just then the door open revealing Alexander. "You are late" she whispered as he took her sit close to her.
"Well I was busy"
"Yeah! Busy!" She thought and hissed, and when she turned back her head, her breath hitched, her heart pounded when he saw him checking her out shamelessly not even bothering to hide it.
He has changed, she could tell. He looked more dangerous, and that alone scare her.
"So I will begin" Morphy announced as he turned the TV on.
Everyone turned their attention to him as he explained in details. "This goes beyond a 50% percent gain for everyone when you manage our company and...
"I will like Mrs. Presley to read out the project herself" A voice cut through, and everyone turned to look at the man who was tapping out the pen on the table, his gaze fixed on her.
His gaze was dark, so dark that they burn into her.
The room became tensed, everyone staring at each other in surprise and confusion but it seems the man wasn't joking.
"But...
"Just do it already" Her husband voice cut through and she glared at him.
Caden let out a chuckle, almost as if mocking her.
"So you are her husband huh! She really did go for something Less and stupid"
The room became quiet as a dead grave, no one dared say a word as he stared at the man with a little slick of hatered almost like he took something away from him.
Of course he did! He took her away from him.
She was supposed to be by his side, but he took her away from him.
His anger could burn down the entire building right now, and to even think she let go of him, made him gripped the chair angrily.
He scoffed bitterly.....
Alexander gulped down fearfully as the man grazed over to her.
"I will just do it" Presley said, as she stood up.
"So the shares were going to be made into two.....
He wasn't even listening to her, he was staring at her, admiring her like the goddess she was.
Three years, three fucking years and he still can't let go of this woman standing right here... He had tried, tried really hard to get rid of her but he just can't.
She was his first love, the same woman he would kill anyone for.
He tilt his head to the side, a little smirk on his lips, check-ing her out with lust and desire.
She hasn't changed a bit.
Her brown coe eyes were still beautiful, her curvybshape that always made him so crazy, and that full plump lips that he want to kiss so bad until they get swollen up.
"So what do you think?" His secretary whispered to his ear but he was sure he didn't even hear what she was saying.
"Hmm I agree. Mrs Presley will have to come to my office to review the document. Don't you think?
The female nodded, trying to meet his gaze but it seems impossible, and slowly her eyes met with his.
She trembled under his intense gaze, and slowly his lips curled into a wicked smile.
They didn't know how long they stared at each other, but when presely looked around, they were only few people left.
Not even Morphy or her husband.
She gulped down and scrambled to pack her belongings... Just as she made for the door, that thick deep voice rang through the room, and a moan slip out of her mouth intensively.
She could feel herself getting wet already just from his voice.
"You haven't changed a bit Presley" Those words rolled out of his mouth sinfully, and Presley gulped not even wanting to look at the man seated majestically like the temptation he was.
She didn't want to look at him But she did anyway. She turned to look at him and faked a smile. "Thanks, you changed alot though" she faked a smile, and struggled to walk out again but his next words stopped her.
"Three years Presley, three fucking years", his voice was low, dark,. As he exhaled. "And you stand here, pretending not to know me? His jaw clinched.
"Your guts annoy me so damn much"
He stood up on his feet and started taking slowly dangerous step towards her, and she gulped down fearfully, taking a step back as well.
He was angry..... So angry that his words spit venom.
"I don't know you anymore Mr Caden" she smiled tightly, her eyes almost vanishing.
She mads to walk but was slamed against the painted wall, his eyes turned red as he glared at her, while She breath heavily, his strong scent filling her nose.
"I went to prison Because of you.... No, I mean for you" his jaw clinched "And the least you could have done is stay with me but you left me and here you pretend you don't know me" he scoffed.
Those words hurt her as she couldn't even dare to look at the man right now.
Fear.... Because the man was different, a more dangerous person.
"I...I..
"I didn't ask for you to save me... You..." She gulped down, not even knowing what to say.
He chuckled darkly scaring the shit out of the young lady who held unto her cloth like it was her life right now at the moment.
"This has always been your problem" he mummered against her lips. Presely panicked and tried to push him but he didn't burge. " You lack manners always. Acting all innocent and cute, running that pretty mouth of yours, making even a dead man wants to fuck you."
Presely trembled, and a slick drop out of her.
She was fucked.
This has always been him... His dark quotes always send her to the edge.
"Seems your husband hasn't been disciplining you, like I always did" he smirked as he leaned closer to her ear. "Am sure you missed being handcuff to the bed, and getting f**ked when you disobey me" he whispered darkly, making her shivered.
Presley glared at him and made to get away from him but she couldn't.
She was weak.
"You look pretty you know and all I want to do right now is unravel you, eat you up, f*ck you against the wall, and make you moan like a little slut"
She shivered, his dirty words making her sweat already.
"You are shameless" She cursed out.
"Am married just So you know" She showed him, her finger faking a smile.
The male rolled his eyes, a mocking smile hanged unto his lips and then he hitched closer, closing the little space between them, his hands around her waist, and then he took the strand from her ear to the side, before he whispered huskily against her ear. "And I can take you away from him little doll... I always did"
Her heart beat increased, as he nibbled on her ear, kissing and biting it softly making the female shivers.
Of course he can! She admitted that to herself.
For three years now, she can't even forget him. Every night she would moan his name, her finger dipped into her fold, her toes colled to the bathroom wall while she maoned out his name.
He was a fucking temptation, the redemption she can't get rid of.
"Don't do this to me" She whispered grabbing unto his jacket, fear visible in her eyes. She knows lying will take her no where because this man was her ex, not a stranger she had a one night with and he knows every inch of her.
Caden lips curled into a dangerous smirk. "I am going to do anything I like little doll and that include taking you away from your husband!
"You can't!" She found herself saying, but immediately he touched her, she shivered, her knees weak.
"Really! Does your husband know that I am the one who unravel that innocent features of yours? Does he know I was the first to get in between your legs? I could still remember how you cried holding onto me like your life depeneded on me while I pump your cherry" he smirked proudly as if he was just thinking about that moment.
Does your husband touch you the way I did?" He whispered huskily, kissing her neck.
"Does he know that I have fucked you against the wall. Does he know you got chained to my bed while I fk you roughly,,," he said his hand trailing to her npple, while the female just looked down shivering, going helplessly weak in front of him.
"Does he know... He made her look at his dark sinful eyes. "Does he know that I pleasured you with a gun. Huh?" He smirked. "A gun inside you little pretty clit.. while I licked you off"
"Stop... She pleaded desperately while he just let out a smirk not even moving away.
"I am getting you back Presley, and I don't fucking care if you are married" As those words left his lips, she knew she was up for a challenge, in between two men already.
"Presley?" Someone called from the outside, and her eyes widened Panickly when she heard her husband voice calling her from the outside.
She tried to push him off but he wouldn't burge,... She stared at him pleadingly, but he just smirked evily.
Just then the door opened and Alexander stepped in, and that was when the male moved away, his lips curled into a sinister smirk..
The male stared at the both of them suspiciously, while the female just gulped down fearfully, trying to avoid the both male staring at her.
"We were just discussing about the document review. Right Mrs Presley?" He asked almost as if mocking her and she nodded desperately.
"Oh! Thank you for really accepting to work with us. We are going to do our best" Alexander smiled as he brought out his hand for an handshake but the other male refused.
"I will seeing you again tomorrow Mrs Presley" he said, his tone dangerous. His gaze dark, holding premises, desires no one wish to dare know about....
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