NAME: Emma

AGE: 23

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Emma's POV.

I wandered into the garden full of different types of flowers. Roses, lilies, jasmine, poppies and a lot more which I don't even know the name of. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of the garden making me feel relaxed. I loved it here, alone and calm. Nothing to worry about and not a thing to care about. The birds chirping and the leaves rustling. This all made me feel so relaxed and at peace.

I was enjoying this beauty of nature when suddenly, an annoying sound started ringing against my ear. A sound of something beeping, a sound annoying as hell. This sound taking over the musical sound of nature as it continued to get louder and louder, more louder and louder until it became the only thing I could hear. Then, everything went black at once and all I could hear was that annoying sound.

Groaning, I woke up - from my beautiful sleep and my relaxing dream - with this annoying sound of my alarm, that shitty beep beep sound banging against my eardrums and it felt like they'll bleed the next second. Again, why I chose this shitty sound instead of some new pop song to wake me up? Ah! Right! Because it was annoying as **** and a great tool to wake you up. All I wanted at this time was to smash this alarm clock with a hammer and continue to have my beauty nap. After a few beeps, it quieten down and thanking God, I dug my head deeper into my blankets and curled myself into a ball.

My dreams! Here I come again...

Smiling, I drifted back into my precious sleep and in the very next moment, that annoying alarm goes off, bleeding my ears once again with its beeping.

I swear! This beeping is so fucking annoying...

"Uuuh... What the hell!" Cursing in my half-sleep, I turned over and peek at my alarm clock with my one eye shut. My eyes bulged out of my sockets as I look at the time not believing that I just overslept.

"Shit! It's almost 8:00 am? You must be kidding me!" I wriggled out of my blanket hurriedly and as I was going to step on the floor to run towards my bathroom, my foot got stuck in my damn bed sheet, tripping me and causing me to fall on the tiled floor. My messy hair came in front of my face, covering it completely.

I groaned in pain, "Damn you! What the hell?" I winced. Today would be a bad day, I could feel it. I wanted to just take a leave and rest but I couldn't. I already took my leave for this month and I can't take more. I put my hair back from my face and look at the clock now showing 8:15 am. I couldn't believe my eyes. Where the hell fifteen minutes just went? I swear, it was 8 am a second ago. Was my alarm broken?

I grabbed my phone and check the time. "Shit." I cursed as it showed 8:18 am now.

*What the heck! Can't time run a bit slow?

No! Not again. Please no! Not this time too. Miss Johns is gonna roast me alive.*

I wriggled my foot out of my bed-sheet and rushed towards the washroom. I brushed my teeth and took the quickest shower of my life - which I didn't even want to take if not for me smelling like a sweaty boy's shirt.

'Always take a shower at night to avoid being late.' I made a mental note inside my head.

Hurriedly coming out, I took a look at my wardrobe and pick out a floral brown top and denim pants. Putting on my long brown boots and putting my brownish-black hair in a ponytail, I grabbed my purse and rushed to the nearest bus stop. My face was simple as I don't do make-up. I don't like having tons of make-up on my face and besides who has the time for that? I was already too late.

I ran as fast as I could and with heavy breaths, I shout, "STOP!" The bus was already pulling away but thank god, the driver heard me and stopped the bus.

I paid my bus fare and sat on the first empty seat that I see. I placed my hand on my chest, trying to catch my lost breaths due to running so fast. Thank god the bus driver heard me and stopped or I would have been standing there and waiting for the next bus and that'd be after thirty minutes.

Maybe today was not a bad day after all...

I took my earphones and plug them in. After twenty minutes of the drive, I reached my destination and ran straight into the cafe. The aroma of coffee filling the air making my mouth water and my stomach grumble. With my head hang low so that I could hide my face, I moved towards the kitchen with steady steps. I was technically trying to sneak in without being noticed by my employer.

"MISS EMMA JAMES!" A deep angry voice growled from beside me, and I shut my eyes knowing that I have failed.

Mission failed. I am dead.

Turning around slowly, I met the glaring hazel eyes of Miss Johns and I smiled sheepishly, looking at her. "I am so sorry-" I started to excuse myself but got cut off by her at once.

"Don't say anything, you are late again. It's the fifth time you are late in the past two months. Five times Emma! You know I hate tardiness," Miss John said furiously and I hung my head low in embarrassment.

"Miss John. I really-"

"What? You again forgot to set your alarm? I am tired of your lame excuses..." She said , her voice holding a warning tune.

Yeah...That's the excuse I made last time.

Emma! Think of another excuse. Hurry...

"Uh...No, I actually... I missed the bus this time." I lied and bit my tongue hoping she would let me go. "It will not happen again. I promise," I pleaded, looking at her with sweet innocent eyes.

Well, I hope so... And I'll try.

"Keep your promise next time young miss, or you will be in deep trouble. This is the last time I am letting you go, don't do it again." Her deep threatening stare made me gulp and I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Now go change into your waitress attire," she ordered and I nodded again.

I went to the washroom and changed into my dress. More like a uniform, I would say. It was a knee-length black dress with a white apron in front and full sleeves with a cut on both shoulders. I took my notepad with my pen and headed to table 2.

"Hello, sir. Are you ready to order?" I asked politely to two young men sitting at the table. One of them having blonde hair, his skin tan, and the other having brown hair with fair skin. They looked at me and gave me a smile. "Yeah, I think we are ready."

I gave them my usual waitress smile and took out a pen ready to write their order. "So what will you like, sir?"

"How about...." The one with the blonde hair paused, looked at me from head to toe and then replied, "You," he smirked. I bit my inner cheek to control my temper. "Nice joke sir. Now please what would you like to have from our menu?" I emphasized on the word menu to give them a clear indication that I wasn't liking this shit joke of theirs.

"I'm serious sweetheart. What you say? Me and you for one night. I'll pay you a handsome price," that blonde smirked and then gaves me a dirty smirk. I scoffed as my blood boiled up and there goes my temper. I have had enough.

I hate them.

"You want me?" I batted my eyelashes and leaned towards that blonde hair idiot. His smirk widened this time as he leaned closer.

"Would love to," he winked at me and I smiled despite my anger.

Love to? Ok! No Miss Goody now.

I banged my hand on the table and grabbing his tie, I pulled him closer. Glaring in his eyes, I smirked and gave him my sweetest smile. I earned some of the attention from the neighbouring tables but who cares? Well, I don't.

"How about I kick your pretty *** out of this cafe and then beat you up like a plush cushion? Sounds great! Right?" I whispered, my voice laced with anger and he sucked in a breath.

"Aww! Scared already? It's just a trailer, baby!" I smiled with a proud look and let his tie go. He straightened up and cleared his throat. He averted his eyes from me towards the outside window and I gave a winning smile.

"Anything else?" Smiling, I looked at the other person sitting there.

"Miss, sorry for that. Actually, we will take two cups of espresso and four doughnuts." The other man said and I nodded. "Which flavour?"

"Umm. two chocolate and two simple vanilla ones,"

"Okay, I'll be back,"  Noting their order, I turned towards the kitchen. I went to Kate - the barista of this cafe - everyone loved her coffee, even me, too. She had some kind of magic in her hands and had a unique way of making it. She was a completely crazy-party girl with a sweet smile on her face every time.

"Hi there..." I chirped.

"Oh... hi! I saw that you were late again," she said while giving me a hug. "Yeah," I chuckle, "it's the fifth time now."

She chuckled in response.  "Hey, this is the order for table 2," I gave the paper to her and grabbed five doughnuts from the fridge. Three chocolate and two vanilla ones.

"Uh Emma! It says two chocolate doughnuts here."

"I know, one is for me. I didn't get the time to have breakfast," I took a bite of my doughnut. "But don't tell Miss John's. Hush!" I placed a finger on my lips making a hush sound.

"Okay Okay..." She giggled lightly. "By the way, I just saw what you did to those guys, you should be nice to them, Em! They are our customers." She slightly chuckled making me smile victoriously.

"What? I was just giving them a good show. You know! Just entertaining them," I shrugged with an innocent face and she slightly nodded. "I know all about your way of entertainment," she smiled and then after a minute let out a deep sigh, like a sad weary sigh.

"Hey! Why you look sad?" I asked her while she was making a cup of espresso. She looked at me for a moment and then her eyes shifted to the coffee machine. "Oh, nothing," she replied and I know something was wrong. There was definitely not an oh nothing. She was usually not like that. She was a jolly person making jokes and smiling all the time.

"Hey, Kai! Is something wrong? You look a little worried. You can tell me," I said to her, assuring her. "No, It's nothing," She gave the same brief answer.

"Kai! I know something is not right. It's written all over your face, " I looked at her as she sighed. "Actually... I have no place to stay. The apartment in which I am staying is to be renovated. The landlords have given me two days to find a new place," She whispered. "How in the world would I do that?" Her voice becoming low, and I could tell, she was on the verge of crying.

"I can help you with that." I smiled and she looked at me as her black eyes got filled up with hope. "Really?"

"Of course. Why not? You are my best friend after all. You can live with me." Her face gleamed up with joy, but then something dawned upon her making her frown. "But what about Alice? Your roommate?"

"Oh! She is planning to join an international university for her master's degree. So, she's leaving tomorrow for Britain. I will be all alone in my apartment," I smiled at her.

"So it means, I can live with you then?" she asked and I nodded. Her smile widened, happiness evident on her face. She looked relieved now. Alice stayed with me for 4 years of university. We did our bachelor's study together and now she was going to Britain for master's. I was also in need of a new roommate and thank god, that new one will be my friend Kate.

"Of course, you can bring your things tomorrow, say 6 pm? Alice will be leaving in the morning at 10'o'clock."

"It will be great. Thank you, Em! You're the best," She jumped with joy and hugged me. I hugged her back I was glad that I was able to help her.

"By the way the order is ready," She said while pulling away from our hug.

"Oh, right," Biting my tongue slightly, I picked the tray in my hands and head towards the table. I put the tray on the table, not even glancing at them.

"Here's the order. Enjoy," I tried my best to be polite. The brown haired guy murmured a thank you and I headed towards the next table.

The rest of my shift spent as usual. I work seven days a week here, from 8:00 am to 3:00 pm. I have just finished my bachelor's degree and now I was planning to get admission in master's. I was currently saving for my college fee. My father supported me throughout my life and my 4 years of university and now I'll like to earn for my further studies. I like to be independent since I was 17. My parents live at a drive of one hour from my apartment in the centre of New York City. I love my family and visit them often at weekends - whenever I get the time.

I changed into my clothes and took the cup of Americano that I have requested Kate to make for me. I headed towards the exit of the cafe and went out of the shop when Kate called me, "Emma!" I turned my head to see her. She was standing in the doorway of the shop. "Thanks, Emma, for everything." she smiled and I chuckled waving at her. "No need to-"

I was mid-sentence when something happened in a flash. The next thing I noticed was me on the floor with an empty cup of Americano on my head and hot Americano on my top. God! It's hot! I gasped as I grabbed the front of my shirt a bit higher so my skin won't come in contact with the hot coffee.

I looked up and saw a guy standing there, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. He looked at me with a cold expression. I glared at him.  "What the hell! Look what you have done Mister!" I shouted at him while pointing at my Americano-covered clothes.

Gosh! Today, I'll kill this jerk…

Emma's attire for work.

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Emma's POV.

I looked at him. No, I glared at that man, expecting an apology from him as for bumping into me and spoiling my outfit. He glanced at me and then again goes back to typing on his phone like he has not the slightest guilt of what he just did. My temper flared up as I waited for that jerk-face to apologize.

I promised myself that if he does that, I'd go easy on him, but if he does not, then I have other ways too. By seeing his expressions, I could guess pretty well that this man was having no intention of apologizing for his mistake at all.

What a Jerk!

"Oh my God! Emma! Are you alright?" Kate rushed towards me and taking my arms, she inspected me to see if there were any signs of injury, her eyes showing concern.

"Yeah, I think so," I said while standing up and still glaring at him. He was continuously typing on his phone. In between typing he looked in my direction one or two times but his centre of attention was his phone. Kate stood beside me as she looked at me and then at that jerk.

"Hey! I am talking to you. You dumb head!" I called out to him. His fingers stopped typing on his phone as his attention drawn towards me. Finally! He furrowed his eyebrows and then looked at me. His eyes looking at me for a few seconds, not saying anything and then he shrugged saying, "Well? Aren't you going to say sorry?" He said in a prideful tune and my blood boiled up to 100°c.

*Sorry? To him? Such an arrogant ****!

"WHAT?!" I scoffed, not believing what I just heard.

I've had enough of this arrogant man. How dare he said that? Doesn't he knew whose fault was it? He bumped into me, spilt my hot coffee on me, and now he had the nerve to say those words? Doesn't this jerk had a tiny bit sense of guiltiness for his act?

The nerve of this man...

"Hey! Look, idiot. It's not my fault. It's yours. You should be watching where you're going. Are these your eyes or buttons?"

I batted my eyelashes and giving him a scornful smile, I glared at him while pointing at his eyes. This earned his attention and placing his phone in the back pocket of his pants, he leaned against the pole in front of our shop. Folding his arms over his chest, a smirk took a place on his lips.

"Sweetheart! Do you really think I would apologize?" His eyes looked into mine and for the moment, I felt those deep blue eyes raking on my body as my body shivered. I believed what made me shiver was not his eyes but his word.

Sweetheart? My fucking foot!

"You should sweetheart! Because you are the one who bumped into me and because of you, my clothes are all dirty now, you should be the one apologizing me not the other way around!" I yelled at him using his word sweetheart in a mocking way. He looked at me with surprise and his eyes get wide with...

Amusement?

I was insulting this guy here and all he was... was amused?

Such a creep!

"Why would I apologize?" His face turned into a cold expression this time as he straightened himself but a slight smirk still playing on his thin lips. I so wanted to make his smirk go away with my smiling punch.

"I've already told you if you haven't noticed," I shot back at him and gave him a death glare.

I hated such arrogant, proud men! Who they think they were? Gods of the world?

"You're asking me to apologize?" He stared at me shock while emphasizing word me as if he had heard the word sorry for the first time. His cold stare burning in my eyes. Our eyes staring into each other's and it feels like a staring competition being held and the winner would have his name noted in the Guinness World Record.

"Bingo! Yes, mister. Am I talking to anyone else here?" I rolled my eyes while indicating to the area around him, giving him a good hint to who I was referring.

"Emma, calm down," Kate tried to calm me down but it was of no use now. I almost forgot that she was beside me and enjoying our encounter.

"Kate, could you please leave us alone for a minute? I am going to teach him some manners," I said through my gritted teeth as she held my arm.

"Emma, please. Don't pick a fight here," she pleaded. I forced a smile and held her hand.

*The players have already left the start line...

The fight has already begun...*

"Oh no, not at all... Just go now," I smiled to her with a half lie. Apparently, she got convinced and goes inside but not before giving me a bit suspicious look. I waved her bye and sighing, I turned my attention to my unfinished business.

Ok! Now, back to that jerk!

"So, you were going to teach me some manners?" Before I could say something, he said it with a bigger smirk this time.

Damn! How much I want to wipe this crap smirk of his!

"Oh... You don't know any?" I mocked and flipped my ponytail back, giving him a bitch expression this time.

If he was acting like a bastard than why not deal him by acting a bitch?

"So that's why you didn't apologize? I see," I said sarcastically whilst rolling my eyes as he chuckled making my anger to rise up even more. Was he making fun of me? What a creep! Definitely, in a need of learning some manners!

"Let me teach you some, you jerk!" I said while fisting my hand ready to hit him. I threw a punch at him but he caught hand in a swift movement.

*What the *****?

"Hey, Miss furious! Do you know who I am? If I were you, I wouldn't be doing that to someone as handsome as me," he smirked and folding my arm behind my back, he pulled me closer. His other hand got wrap around my waist as I let out a gasp when our bodies collides.

God! What the hell!

"I don't know and I don't care to know, and secondly, I am not you. So, let go of my hand so that I could punch your pretty face!" My voice laces with anger as I wriggled my best to free myself but all in vain. Damn! His grip was strong.

"Are you saying I'm handsome? Thank you." He said while that smirk still on his lips, making my blood to boil and to reach its maximum limit. I'd kill this man! I swear!

"You-"

I was going to curse him more but got interrupted by a car's horn from behind him. He and I looked at the same time and see a black Audi park there. A driver came rushing to him to escort him. He bows his head and my eyes widen at the respect and for this jerk?

What was he? A prince of Britain? What's next? A group of ten bodyguards?

"Looks like my ride's here," he let go of my hand and went towards the car leaving me in between my anger and confusion. The driver pull open the door for him and before sitting in, he looked at me for the one last time.

"Till later..." He paused and then winked at me.  "Emma," And then he called out my full name making my eyes go wide open.

What the?

I stood there shocked at what had just happened while his car drove away. How did he know my name? And his cocky behaviour! I was so gonna kill him the next time I see him. I hated him so much.

Idiot!

I went into the cafe and asked Kate to make another cup of Americano for me. I needed something to cool myself down, and the hot coffee was the best remedy for my hot temper.

"So, what happened after I left?" Kate asked me with interest while making my coffee.

"Nah... Nothing. I am so gonna kill him, I hate him," I muttered through gritted teeth whilst my mind imagining the ways to kill him.

"Well... He was quite handsome and sexy and-"

"Woah! Hold your horses! Whose side are you? Mine or that jerk's?" I retorted as I raise my hands up and looked at her suspiciously. She bit her inner cheek and looked at me like a 5-year-old kid, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry... but you got to admit. He was dayum hot!" She sighed dreamily.

"Hah! Handsome my ***! I hate these jerks. Who do they think they are? God! He ruined my mood! I want to kill him!" I groaned in frustration and anger. I hated the guts of such conceited, egotistical, arrogant jerks.

"Em! Calm down girl! Here you go." Kate handed me my cup and I take it. "Thank you. Bye, see you tomorrow."

"Bye. See ya."

I carried my cup and went to the bus station. Thankfully, my top was brown so the coffee wasn't very visible on it. I sat in the first seat of the bus and drank my coffee. After twenty minutes, I finally reached my apartment. Heading to my washroom, I took a bath and changed into my night pyjamas. Dropping my tired body on the bed, I started to think about that incident.

What a day... Definitely! 100% sure. One heck of a bad day! That jerk completely ruined my mood and energy... I hated him from the bottom of my heart.

I was in the middle of cursing that jerk when I heard the front door open, thinking it must be Alice. She loved shopping and was crazy about it. She loved it so much, that she spends most of her time shopping.

"Emma! Are you home?" She shouted from the living room.

"Yup!" I shouted back and heard the clicking of her heels, coming towards my room as I sat up straight.

"Hey, where were you? Why didn't you wake me up today? I was late again." I questioned as soon as she entered my room.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry today. I just got a message from my employer that I would be paid for the few days I have worked there, so I went there. Sorry," she apologised with a smile.

Alice was a girl with a body having curves all over the right places and with a height of 5 foot 7 inches, she could be a pretty great model. She had curly blonde hair and always had a big cheer-up-smile on her face. Positivity radiates from her entire existence and that was the best thing, I loved about her.

"Fine, no worries." I accepted her apology.

"So, are you free? Can we go shopping or something?" She asked me making me look at her with my mouth open. Was this girl serious?

"Alice! You just came home. Aren't you tired? And the last time I went shopping with you, you spent 2 hours in one shop, and in the end, you bought only two dresses." I reminded her of the time when she was stuck in choosing between all the dresses. I swear, if she had the chance to buy the whole store's stock, she might have bought it already.

"That wasn't my fault! They were all so pretty. It was hard to choose..." She pouted like a child making me shake my head at her nonsense.

"Please, Em! Oh please... I am leaving tomorrow. So please come with me. I wanna hang out." She said with puppy eyes. "No! A big no!" I shook my head.

"Come on Em! I am leaving tomorrow. Please please please please," she started chanting on please please making my ear bleed with her high pitched voice. I sighed and gave in because I knew she won't stop unless I say yes.

"Okay fine! Just please stop with this please please. You'll make me go dead," I sighed in defeat.

"Yippie! Thanks, Em! See! Works every time," She hugged me.

"You are annoying as hell, you know that?." I got up. "Yes! I know and I'm proud of it," She smiled. I shook my head at her childish behaviour. "You'll never grow up, would ya?"

"Nope! Never!"

"God! Let's go then," I grabbed my purse. "Uuuh... Emma?" Alice stopped me as her eyebrows furrowed. "What?" I questioned, looking at her sudden change in expression.

"Aren't you going to change?" She chuckled and I looked at my clothes. I noticed that I was still in my PJs.

"Do I have to? They are quite comfy," I smirked as her eyes widen. "Oh no! You are not going in that. No way!" She stared at me with a horrifying expression like she had seen a ghost.

"Why?"

"No! Go change!" Alice pushed me towards my bathroom.

"OK! OK! I'll change," I chuckled. "Lemme grab something to wear at least,"

"Yes please. I'll be in the living room," she went out of my room saying that. I opened my closet and decided on wearing my white shirt written New York on it along with my black pants. I sighed remembering the reason why I said yes. I agreed with Alice to go shopping to divert my mind a bit from today and maybe... Just maybe by going out, I might forget about him.

Maybe…

NAME: Edan Wilton (CEO of Wilton co.)

AGE: 27

Edan's POV.

I was sitting in my office trying to do some work. I looked through the documents placed on my table. There were at least 10 files placed on my desk waiting for my approval, I needed to get through them and then I have to go for a dinner-meeting with the board of directors but I couldn't seem to. I looked at the clock showing five in the evening. The dinner was scheduled around nine at night so I had just four hours to complete my work and then to get ready for dinner.

I took the first blue-colored file and skimmed through the reports in them. My mind in between diverting to the earlier encounter I had with that feisty girl. God! I need to focus! I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I counted to ten slowly and after putting my mind at ease, I opened my eyes and returned my attention to my unfinished work. Hardly have I finished looking through two files when my mind again drifted to her.

No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on work, I just couldn't seem to. I just couldn't seem to get her off my mind, I couldn't seem to forget about that little encounter I had with that wild girl no matter how much I wanted to. I had never been to that area of the city and it was just by chance, an accident.

I was returning from an important meeting when suddenly the car came to a halt. On asking, the driver told me that the car's back tyre was punctured and it would take at least twenty to thirty minutes to change it. Having no choice, I decided to wander a bit in that unknown area. That's when I saw a peculiar coffee shop Café Latté. I had never been to these one kind of shops. Mostly whatever kind of coffee I wanted was served to me in my office.

I was busy writing a message on my phone to inform about my tardiness to an important meeting due to that stupid tyre. I was looking at my phone, typing the message, when I bumped into her. She fell on the floor and I looked at her for a moment to see the empty cup on her head and the coffee on her clothes. Her expression was hilarious. Her mouth opened agape and her eyes wide open with bewilderment. I wanted to laugh at her expression, she looked like a drenched cat covered in milk. Her hair was all sticky due to the coffee that just fell on her.

I kept my stance high and authoritative. I ignored her because I didn't care at all. She took my attention the moment she yelled those words 'I'm talking to you! You dumb head.' I was surprised to see how brave she was. Didn't she know who she was dealing with? I could have ruined her with a snap of my fingers. I decided to continue to ignore her but she didn't back away. She continued yelling at me, until my attention was all on hers.

She was fuming with anger. Her hair all sticky and messy and her face slightly turning to red from all the anger. I couldn't seem to concentrate on what she was yelling. The only thing I knew was, it was fun and I was enjoying it. I was observing her face, her expressions rather than her words. She seemed beautiful and without any makeup on her face. Her face plain and her lips pink.

When she fell on the floor and a blonde girl rushed towards her calling her name, a slight smile formed on my lips.

So, this girl's name was Emma...

She was talking to that girl and I could tell from her face that she was furious, mad and ready to attack, and at that time, only one word flashed through my mind.

Interesting...

"I am going to teach him some manners," was all I heard her say as I smile inwardly at her behaviour and her words.

What a woman! I thought.

I remember how I caught and held her hand when she was going to punch me. I pressed her hand behind her back and slightly pulled her close. I loved the way she sucked in a breath when our bodies collided and there, my mind wanted to see more of her. I intentionally grab her waist with my other hand and pulled her closer to my body. As our bodies collided, I saw her gasp as my eyes shifted to her slightly parted lips. She was strong and yet so weak. She seemed weak and fragile but her mind was stronger. She tried to set her hand free, but my grip was stronger. She wanted me to say sorry. Didn't she know who I was? The world's most handsome billionaire apologizing to some young naive girl? God! That'll be absurd...

All women fall for me. They drool at the sight of me. My one look at them, and they're in front of me on their knees. They beg for spending time with me. My one snap of finger makes them go crazy for me and my body. I have never said sorry or please to anyone. So, what made her think that I'll apologize to her? Stupid girl.

I smirked and closed my eyes. My papers were all scattered on the desk in front of me and I still couldn't concentrate because she won't just leave my mind.

Darn it!

I thought of her expression when I winked at her and called her by her name. She was confused, surprised and angry at the same time. She was furious at first and then shocked. She was probably wondering how I knew her name but she didn't know I was eavesdropping on her little conversation. Such an innocent girl...

She seemed interesting and now she had me interested in her. I thought about our little accident when a sudden thought crossed my mind. Pressing the button on the intercom, I called my secretary.

"Miss Seville?"

"Yes, sir," she answered at once.

She was my secretary and had worked for me for a few months now. Like every woman, she wasn't able to resist me either. What can I say? If women offer themselves to you then why should I resist? Besides, they were the one who can't resist me, they all yearn for me. She was indeed good in bed, but now, I don't want anything from her. She's here only to do her work. I was already done with her.

"Send Mr. Daniel in my office," I ordered firmly.

"OK, sir."

I waited for him as I continued to fidget my pen in my fingers. He was the most trust-worthy employee in my company, and I could trust him in any case. He had been working here for 40 years now and he had my greatest trust.

"Mr Wilton, you asked for my presence?" He said from the other side of the door while slightly knocking it.

"Yes. Come in."

He came in and stood in front of my desk. His hair already halfway to grey and he was in his 70s but still, his dedication to his work makes him our best employee. He had been working for this company when my dad was handling it.

"Yes, sir. How can I help you?" He said in his manly voice and I gave him his new task.

"Mr. Daniel, I have a task for you," I looked at him and he nodded. "Yes sir? I'll take on any task you'll say."

"Thank you Mr.Daniel. But this task is not business related. It is more of a personal work so it should remain confidential," I explained to him the nature of the task. I didn't want the media to get ahold of this. They'd probably run it with headlines of 'The Greatest bachelor looking for a girl?' and I didn't want that.

"Sure sir. Don't worry," he nodded his head in understatement.

"Ok then. I want you to investigate a girl named Emma. I don't know her full name, but you can find out about her at a shop called Café Latté. That shop is around street five or four near to where I had a meeting today morning. I want every detail of her. Also do a bit of background check on her. Got it?" I looked straight into his eyes and he nodded, "Sure, sir. I will get to it right now,"

"Okay. You're dismissed now," I motioned him to leave and he turned around.

"Uh...Mr. Daniel?" I stopped him mid-way. "Yes, sir?" He asked while turning his head towards me as I gave him a stern look. "Remember, this conversation should remain between the two of us, no third person. Okay?"

"Yes, sir." He nodded in understatement and then left.

I leaned against the back of my chair and rested my head on it. My eyes staring at the ceiling above me. I sighed. A smirk on my lips at the thought of the new task that I just gave. There was something about that girl that made me interested. I guess it was her challenging behaviour. She was challenging and I loved challenges. I think it'd be quite a fun to take on this new challenge as this new girl feels like a great challenge.

It'd be quite fun... I could feel it. She was naive, innocent and feisty. She was different and unique, challenging and interesting.

I wanted her...

I wanted to explore her...

My body feeling all excited just by thinking about it. Back then, when our bodies collided, I felt an electrifying effect. I loved the presence of her body against mine. It was new for me. By looking at her, she looked in her twenties but still she looked innocent. Won't it be fun to have her, to taste her?

Suddenly, my mind started playing images of her. Her body below mine, her deep moans asking for more, her messy hair curled around my hand, her pink lips lock with mine, and her body pinned under mine. At once, I felt my body heating up.

I opened my eyes before my mind could run more wild and intense images of her. I raked my hand through my black hair, frowning at the thoughts. God! What have I gotten myself into?

I let out a sigh and got up to take a quick shower to cool me down.