SOMEWHERE IN PARIS: 9;30 AM] ******* 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. Yet he don't even care about her working here. He never cared... Shame burned in her chest, not just because he was cheating -she had known for months now-but because he didn't respect her. 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.... ★★★★★ 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 hax changed. she could tell. He looked more dangerous, and that alone scared 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 slammed 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 coleld to the bathroom wall while she moaned 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 depended 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 f**k you roughly,,," he said his hand trailing to her n**pple, 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 Panicky 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 be seeing you again tomorrow Mrs Presley" he said, his tone dangerous. His gaze dark, holding premises, desires no one wish to dare know about....

The hip hop music boomed around the little portable club. The sound of laughter, yelling, and ocassion moans could be heard from different side of the club. She stared at the people dancing at the club, and sighed... Then her eyes moved to the people making out in the open and she screwed her face in disgust... But then frowned, realizing she once did this. Presley sighed looking around, at nothing in particular. "Here's your drink baby girl" The male flashed her a smile and placed the glass of wine, in front of her. Presley was restless... Beyond restless.. Right now... She just wished maybe she was just dreaming, either way it was not a good sign but it's better. Her heart thumped violently against her chest, her hands trembled as she clutched the drink , all because of one man. Caden Holt. Just his name made her knees weak. Just seeing him today had stiled up feelings she buried years ago. Feelings she promised never to surface again -not after everything he did to her. But the way he looked at her in the meeting, the words he said to her_ like he still owned her, like nothing had changed. Like he never let her go. Did he even let her go in the first place? " I am taking you away from him. Little doll" His words still make her shiver, still ran through her head- like a haunted melody, and she couldn't breathe. She sighed and dived her fingers through her hair, as she thought of the whole situation she was in. Her heart was pounding- pounding widely as she thought of the situation she was in.. Right now she don't even feel safe anymore as she looked around the hall trying to see if that one person was staring at her. If his grey dark eyes would meet hers ... That stare alone that could command her, make her fall on his feet. If she sees him staring at her, she won't be surprise because he had always been like that. Watching her every move like a predator, stalking it's prey. Yet she loved it... "Spill it out sweetheart. What's wrong? You were acting strange during the meeting" Elena who sat beside her says, drinking from her wine. They were at the the club eventually. She wasn't not use to coming here though, but when they invited her, she just jumped into the invite, because she needed to clear her head... After all, her husband was out probably fucking some bitch. "Nothing" she replied after a long silence, sighing loudly. "That's definitely not nothing" Drake chimed in from behind the bar, grinning as usual. Presely rolled her eyes but she didn't reply him... She didn't want to tell anyone. Drake is a Spanish guy who work as a bartender at the club, and Elena husband to be. She forced out a tight smile "I'm fine." They didn't push her, and she was greatful for that, because she just needed to dwell in her own thoughts. That didn't mean they believed her, because they kept staring at her with concern. "Is it about your husband?" Drake cut through the silence gripping his fist tightly. Elena slapped him lightly, indicating he should shut up. The male rolled his eyes, and moved to the other side of the counter. The silence became awkward, everyone avoiding her gaze. Well. He was not lying about it. Her husband was also one of the reason she's restless. She turned to the side only to see maltida staring at her. She had so much questions written all over her face. "We will be back guys" Maltida says to the other, and she slowly took her hand and walked away. They pushed through the sweaty pace of people dancing, toward a quieter Corner. "Hey what's up beauties" A group of boys hollowed at them. "Fuck off assholes. We are married" Maltilda snapped, earning disappointing looks from the boys who walked away. As they got to the corner, maltida released her hand. She crossed her hand as she leaned against the wall. "Talk to me presely. What's wrong?_ "And don't tell me it's nothing. I did not want you to feel uncomfortable talking about whatever it is In front of them so you can tell me what it is that's killing you" It was killing her indeed. Presely hesitated, swallowing hard but the look maltida gave her, was no joke- she was serious. "I saw Caden today-He's the boss of the new company we signed a contract with" She dropped the bomb, even trembling as she let the sweet name roll out of her mouth like a sin_ A sin she was struggling not to fall victim o. Maltilda stared at her for some moment as if trying to detect the word she had said, and then her eyes widened that Presley feared it was gonna fall out. Her friends knew him or maybe maltida did... They knew that wasn't not a man to mess with- they knew he has always been crazy over her, obsessed with her like a freak. "What the fuck girl!" Maltida exclaimed. "I thought he was in prison" Maltilda whispered looking around, as if she feared the man was going to show up. Presely choke her head. "I don't know Maltilda" Presley choked out running her hands through her hair. "I was surprised too when he showed up in the conference room. Walked in like he owned the place, and God Tilda, he looked more dangerous... Powerful... Like..." She said panicky as if the reality has just dwell on her. Maltida's face shifted from shock to worry. "Did he do anything to you?" "Did he do anything to you?" Maltilda asked, in concern. They both knew who he was... Who she was dealing with. That man was a psychopath that needs no healing... A man who wouldn't change even at a gun being pointed at his face. Presley frozed, her mind flashing back to the recent event at the office, and she trembled yet again Just at the thought of it. 'Oh God! Help me' She muttered inside of her. He hesitated again as she tried to forget about the scene. "Presely?" Maltida called, making presely jolt. "He didn't do anything to you. Right?" She asked again. "He didn't do anything at first and Just wanted me to read out the plan which I did" Presley murmered pitching the bridge of her pierced noss "And then when the meeting was over_ she stopped taking a deep breath. "He pinned me to the wall... said he wants me back" Presley explaine, breathing heavily as if now the situation she was in scare her more. Caden Holt... He was the man who ruined her for any other man out there..she was the only man who would made her kneel for him without hesitation. Maltida exhaled sharply "You are fucked Presley" Maltilda murmered, her eyes flattering with pity. Her friends knew him right from the very first day. They know how he had tamed her, ruin her to his taste so no other man could look her way. He was known as the school's bad boy-feared by many, untouchable, and wild. But the moment he laid eyes on her, he made a vow to have that innocent girl trembling beneath him. Her friends warned her to stay away, but could she? Could she really ignore the way her body reacted to him-how it betrayed her every time he was near? She would shiver under the intensity of his gaze. He'd slap her ass playfully as she walked past him, smirking devilishly, never caring who was around. And despite herself, despite the danger, she felt something she didn't understand. She tried to resist. God knows she did. But Caden wasn't the kind of man to give up. He stalked her relentlessly-after school, during her part-time shifts, even following her home. But she stood her ground, refusing to give in, not when she knew what he was capable of. "Oh, pretty... I enjoy the chase. I'm going to have so much fun taming you," he'd whisper darkly into her ear, his breath brushing her skin. It made her shiver-not just in fear, but in something new. Something forbidden. "Let the innocent girl be, Caden!" one of his friends would shout as the group approached them. Presley would drop her gaze, heart pounding. "What? Not when she's playing hard to get," Caden would smirk, exhaling cigarette smoke right into her face, making her cough and scrunch her nose in disgust. "Walk away, Mi Amore," he'd murmur. "Show the man obsessed with you how that round ass bounces." His dirty words made her shiver. She clutched her notebook tightly and started to walk past him-only to freeze when his hand landed on her butt with a sharp smack. "F*ck! It's so soft. The way it jiggles-perfect," he hissed, biting his lip as he stared shamelessly. She spun around. "Don't try that again... or I'll report you-to my brother," she murmured, voice trembling. Caden scoffed, then chuckled darkly, sending a chill down her spine. He stepped closer and grabbed her ass again, making her gasp, yelped in surprise "He won't stop me from taking what's mine, darling." His hand slipped dangerously beneath her skirt. "I wouldn't mind f*cking you in front of him ," he smirked, his dark eyes boring into hers, watching her tremble like prey caught in his grip. "F*ck, man! Let her go already," his friend yelled, pulling him away. Without looking back, she hurried away, head down. But she could feel his eyes glued to her. She turned briefly-there he was, still being held back, still staring at her ass like a predator. Presley gulped, dragging her backpack down to cover herself, and behind her, laughter echoed from the group. "Damn, why are you so bent on ruining that innocent girl?" someone asked. But Caden didn't respond. And she knew. She felt it. He was watching her, tracking her every move. "She better run... ignore me all she wants. Because at the end of the day, she'll be under me-trembling, moaning my name like a prayer," he muttered darkly, eyes fixed on her. "I like her. And I don't let go of the things I fancy." Presley heard those words and ran faster, heart racing, trying to silence the echo of his voice in her head. Later... Everyone kept their distance from her. They whispered. They stared. They called her the bad boy's toy. No boy dared come within two meters of her, which, in a strange way, was a relief. Presley hated the attention. She always thought being beautiful was annoying... or maybe it became annoying the moment she caught his attention. And yet... she fell for him. Crazy over him. Obsessed. Like a child with candy. But what happened to that love story? A soft sniff escaped her lips as the memories flooded back. "Relax, Presley," Maltilda whispered, squeezing her shoulder gently. But tears were already streaming down Presley's cheeks. "I'm f*cked, Maltilda," she whispered, repeating her friend's earlier words because they rang with brutal truth. Maltilda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before wrapping her arm around Presley. "You work together. That's it. He's your ex-boyfriend-and that's all he'll ever be." Presley nodded slowly. But they both know that wouldn't be easy... That man wouldn't let her be. "Avoid him as much as you can. Don't stay alone with him-ever. You know how that drives him crazy. Remind him you're married. And most importantly..." Maltilda paused, making Presley glance up. "Resist him, Presley. Please... just try your best to resist him." Presley blinked, then gave a soft nod. "Everything's going to be okay, babe," Maltilda said, pulling her into a warm hug. And Presley held on-because she needed something to hold her together. The phone ringtone brought them out of their moment. Presely picked up the phone seeing the name hubby. "Hey" she whispered as she picked up the call. "Where the hell are you presely. You are supposed to be here by 8pm" he said, almost like he was yelling. Presely eyes widened while maltida just stared at her confused. "But you promised to pick me up" she yelled back, gripping her fist tightly, that it almost turned white. "I was busy" he said. "Then you should have called me to let me know. You should gave them another reason to be mean to me" Presley half yelled, frustrated. "Get yourself here presely" he stated and ended the call before she could even reply. Presely scoffed staring at the phone in disbelief and then -she sighed softly. "I need to go. Thanks by the way" Presely smiled great fully "And yet you settled for something less_Anyway have fun with those annoying folks" Maltida kissed her cheek. She smiled and walked to the other direction. Presely sighed softly, the words lingering deep inside of her, as she walked back to the bar. She rolled her eyes when she saw the couple kissing, not the sight of maltida on display. "I need to go" She announced, grabbing her bag from the chair... They hummed, waving at her, and she chuckled- and walked out

( SOMEWHERE IN PARIS; 9;30 PM __THE KANE'S MANSION ) "Mrs Presley" The maids, and guard bowed down as she walked into the big mansion.. She smiled at them politely and walked passed them. Her mood suddenly changed just by being here and it was so annoying. Her breath hitched, when she sighted the group of people at dinning room chatting, but immediately shifted their gaze to her__ their gaze filled with nothing but hatered as they stared at her. She gulped down nervously, but then she huffed, her confidence boosting as she catwalk majestically towards them. She bowed down her head with a polite smile and took her sit... crossing her legs. "You are late" The older woman, Alessandro mother spoke as she glared at her with that usual look. Hatered. Guess... She also didn't have the right in-laws as well. None of them liked her in the first place __She was just an available urgent woman who... "You are late. Why?" The woman asked again. Presely hesitated, not wanting to reply. A maid ditched out the food in the empty plate__in front of her. "Alessandro didn't pick me up" Presley replied, and that was when Alessandro turned to look at her. "You can't just rely on me forever" he hissed. Presley gasped, and then gripped her fist tightly glaring at him, but he just moved back to pressing his phone. He didn't even feel any remorse embarrassing her that way in front of his family. His sister's giggled at each other. "Stop acting like a liability. You can do whatever you want to do without the help of my brother" one of his sister's said, and no one said anything to abstract them... Not even her husband. "And you think you are not a liability, relying on your parent money, lack manners just because you think you are made. I am not spoilt like you and will never be" She hissed out, angrily. The girls huffed glaring at her with anger "And just so you remember.... We made you" Mrs Veronica said mockingly smirking, as she chew on a piece of meat. Presley scoffed, as she cut the steak. "You didn't made me Mrs Veronica" she replied bodly. There were silence as the two women stared at each other with an obvious glant of hatered, and then Mrs Veronica broke the eye contact. She chuckled. She took the glass of water and gulped it down. "I called you here anyway__to ask if you are pregnant already" She stated, changing the previous topic. The room fell silence, all turning to look at Presley... Who gulped down nervously hiding her gaze away from them. "I.. I" She stopped taking because she didn't even know what to say anymore. "Let's agree She's just bareen" Rose said mockingly. Presley eyes darkened as she clinched her fist tightly but she didn't say anything "Have you gone for a checkup today?" Mrs morrigan asked, as she took the steak into her mouth. Presley nodded slowly. "I did and the result is the same. I am fine, I am fertile and I am okay to have children" She replied sarcastically. She took a document from her bag, and dropped it on the table. Veronica opened it, her eyes ranking over the document before she dropped it. The woman stared at presely for a while and scoffed. "How many times do you have sex In a week. Alessandro?" Mrs morrigan asked, this time the question directly to Alessandro whose eyes suddenly flare up. "I am not comfortable with you discussing about my sex life. That should be our problem" Presley murmered under her breath but the look, Mrs morrigan gave her made her keep quiet immediately. "Once maybe. She won't even let me touch her?" Alessandro snarled at presely who just rolled her eyes. "And why is that Presley?" The older woman questioned. "I am still not comfortable mrs Veronica" She stated cutting on the steak. "Why is that presely?" The older woman half yelled. Presley dropped the Culttery and stood up. She had enough of this... Of being controlled.. "Or maybe your son is the fucking problem." Presley yelled back, anger blaring inside of her as everyone stared at her. "What?" Veronica asked, standing up while Alexander just glared at her. Presely gulped down. "Why do I always have to be the one to go to the hospital when we are both engaged in bearing children. What am saying, is that he should also go for check-up" "How dare you?" Mrs morrigan snared_and slapped her across the face, the sound echoing through the room, as gasps filled the hall. The dinning became tense, each staffs sneaking to see what was going on. Presely scoffed in disbelief. She held her cheek, and turned to look at Alexander expecting him to say a word but he didn't. "You bitch! You ungrateful bitch" Mrs Veronica cursed out, while Presely just blinked back tears. the pain in her cheek stinging through her. "You should know why you are here__We accepted you for a reason, you don't question us or complain__Not while your dad is still on the hospital bed with an oxygen tank" She warned, taking slowly step towards her, and snapping her fingers at her. "Know how you got here bitch" She snapped. Presely lips trembled as tears threatened to fall down. She gripped her fist tightly, that her knuckles turned white but she has nothing to do. Nothing to say. Without saying a word, She took her bag and walked out of the mansion.. She bursted into tears, immediately she entered her car, hitting the steering wheel, anger blurring inside of her. Her cheek has turned red, the older woman fingerprint visible on her cheek. "You are all pathetic" She yelled breathing heavily, not caring of the people glancing her way. Just then her phone ranged_the name Morphy on display. She cleaned her tears, as she picked up the call. "Hello" She muttered trying to sound normal. "Where the heck Mrs presely. I was worried about your safety and about our contract" Morphy exhaled. Presely huffed. "What's going on with you?" "I called you like 6 times already... Even sending you messages but you didn't even see any of them" "I was.... "Don't bother answering. I just need you to go Caden Holt enterprise. I will meet you there" Presely huffed In confusion. "What are you talking about Morphy? I don't understand anything" "Well, apparently I got a call from them saying we are supposed to be there for the document review." Presely scoffed yet again. "It's tomorrow we are supposed to be there" She said. "Well that's not even the case right now. The boss said if we are not there in the next 1 hour, the contract is over" Presely eyes widened. "What the fuck? How's that even... "Get your ass there right now Mizz presely... I mean_Am sorry" he stated quickly, and she could hear him laughing. Presely rolled her eyes. "You are getting fired Morphy" "Well this is apparently the 20th times you are saying it. I will be happy to be on desk tomorrow." He laughed. "Get there right now Miss presely. Love you" He said, and the call ended. Presely panicked heartbeat returned as she start the car_ the realization hit her. She was going to see Caden holt for the second time today.... HOLT'S ENTERPRISE] _________ Presely heart pounded widely like a party drum, as she stepped in way into the grand lobby of the Holt enterprises..her breath caught mid-throat, her eyes widened as they drank in the sheer magnificence before her. "Damn!" She whispered under her breath, overwhelmed. It was big, the decorations was just so amazing and more... Everything shimmered with power and precision -glossy marble floors that reflected the elegance of the space, elevators gliding up and down the silent sentinels, and staffs moving about, dressed immaculately in tailored suit. Their gaze focused, their slides purposely. "Mrs presely?" She spinned around at the mention of her name to find a Young Man walking towards her. She narrowed her eyes and then waved back__ He was Caden secretary.. "Hi" a smile creeped out of his lips, and she smiled back, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding. "I came here to see Mr..Mr Caden" She muttered out the name, gripping the edge of her white gown like a lifeline. The male stared at her for a moment, and then smirked. "Am sure he's already waiting for you. You have 10 minutes left, so I will take you there" Presely smiled great fully as he lead the way to the devil in human form... For some minutes she felt relief that the man was walking with her, but then she scoffed when she realized, he was not going to be there with her. "Am stiles by the way" The male introduced, as they stepped into the elevator. "Like stiles from teenwolf?" She asked playfully, needing to clear the levity or the tension building up in her. He chuckled as he pressed the number 32. "Exactly. He's my idol-reason I watched the show in the first place" Presely smiled faintly, her mind already spiraling elsewhere. Silence fell as the elevator ascended.. the hum of motion surrounded them, but in her head-only that one sound roared his name. Caden Holt... He wasn't just a man. He was a myth wrapped in shadow. A beast in a tailored suit. The first day she had saw him was one of the days she was never going to forget_ that was one of the most scary days of her youthful days. The way he had stared at her , dark eyes devouring her whole . The smoke curling from between his fingers as he leaned against the wall, untouchable and dangerous... Or the brutal fight between her brother and Caden that day. Gosh! She knew Caden was obsessed with her.. No one needed to tell her that - remind her infact because she always knew... He always made it clear to her. "Correction sweetheart." He would growl in her ear. "I am not just in love with you. .. I am madly, crazily, irreversible obsessed" Just as the thought of that- a shiver rippled down her skin. She was married now. Untouchable. Right? she was married - what insane man will go after a married woman. Wrong .. Caden Holt didn't care about boundaries. "We are here" stiles Announced, jolting her from her thoughts. And that seem to be the height of it... Because now, her heartbeat had just increased to 200. Her legs stiffened as she stepped into the hallway, where silence held it's breath. CEO. MR CADEN. The name on the door was boldly written, and her breath hitched.