Desire And Lust - S01 E03

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Desire And Lust - S01 E03

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{°° Forbidden Desire °°}

©Lana

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Background song:’Different’ Chris Grey

Inside Mr. Kings’s office, he stared at the papers in front of him, trying to focus on them. However, his mind kept wandering back to his assistant—what was the reason for her tardiness? He wondered, given that she had been working with him for years without any issues, let alone showing up late to work like that.

His brows furrowed into a frown. Why was he thinking about her instead of working? Damn it. He started signing the documents, his eyes kept drifting toward her office, but he couldn’t see or hear anything since he had closed the blinds.

His office door creaked open. “Why are you here?” Mr. Kings asked the person who had walked in, without lifting his head from the documents. “I brought the contract,” Alison, his friend and business partner, said, walking toward him. She threw a white envelope onto the desk.

Mr. Kings lifted his head, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He took the envelope and tore it open. “Mr. Thompson?” he questioned, his gaze on the document. “Yes, apparently he was amazed by your assistant’s work,” Alison replied with a soft smile. “She made the best presentation for his daughter’s meeting, and he said she is the most kind-hearted person in the world.”

“I don’t think I still want to work with him,” Mr. Kings replied, uninterested. “You’ve been trying to get his attention for a long time. Why aren’t you interested now?” Alison asked. “I don’t need his help anymore. I have enough money now, so he’s useless to me,” Mr. Kings pointed out, throwing the paper aside.

Alison walked closer, his expression thoughtful. “I don’t think that’s the reason,” he said, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. Mr. Kings gave him a hard, blank expression. Alison lifted his fingers and sipped, crossing his mouth.

“Tell him we don’t need him anymore.”

“I think you’re being unreasonable and selfish, right? I know you want this contract, but I don’t know what made you change your decision,” Alison said in a serious tone. He put his hands on top of the table and stared at Mr. Kings, who wasn’t moved by his change in mood.

“You know what, Charlie? Sometimes you don’t use your brain. This is business. You know how hard Annabella worked to get this contract, and imagine what she’ll feel when she finds out you declined her hard work,” Alison said, not impressed with his friend’s behavior.

Mr. Kings clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what she did to get this damn contract. I don’t take orders from anyone, you know that. Not even you.” Alison scoffed, annoyed.

“Yeah, right. You’re full of yourself, man. That’s just going to make those close to you…uncomfortable.” After saying that, Alison stood straight, his gaze still on him.

“When you come to your senses, tell me. There’s a party next week for Mr. Thompson’s daughter. He invited you and Anna,” Alison said before walking out.

Mr. Kings took the document and stared at it. Was he being unreasonable or what? He put it back where it was and stood up, walking outside his office to Annabella’s office.

He was about to knock when he heard her tiny voice shouting and cursing at him. He chuckled in amusement. What nonsense was she spouting? Did she know how patient he had been with her? Of course, she didn’t, because if she knew, she would have left long ago.

He shook his head and opened the door. Her back was facing him as her hands moved sideways with every word she spoke, her long ponytail bouncing at the back. His gaze fell on Joyce, who noticed him at the same time. She looked like she was enjoying the conversation.

“Oh, Charlie, you’re here,” Joyce exclaimed. That was when Annabella noticed they had company. Her heart beat faster as she turned around and looked at her boss, her head slightly bowed.

Joyce cleared her throat. “Hmm… I’m just going to leave,” she announced and walked to the door.

She turned around and looked at Anna with a playful smirk.

“Good luck, sweetie,” she giggled, heading to the door. When she opened the door, she bumped into a hard chest. She stumbled almost falling back as the person held her waist, pulling her closer before she could fall.

Without looking at the person, she knew who he was—his fragrance gave him away. Her hand slapped his hand on her chest before she lifted her gaze to stare at him. Damn it why did he have to look that good?.She swallowed, her breath hitched, her body tensed, and she was filled with goosebumps.
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She shook her head as she held his gaze. She rolled her eyes, her energy switching from drooling over him to an annoyed one.

“Mxm,” she muttered and walked past him, bumping her shoulders against him.

“Joyce,” Alison called out, running after her.

“I’m sorry. Let’s talk about this,” he said, catching up with her. Her long heels clicked, echoing with every step she took. She ignored him as she pressed the button on the elevator.

“Why are you angry with me?” Alison asked, now standing beside her. Joyce’s eyes snapped at him for a moment before she walked into the elevator. Alison was about to enter when she raised her hand and tilted her head at him. “If you follow me now, I’ll never talk to you,” she said, her voice filled with no humor. Alison stood there like a robot as the elevator closed.

“Right now, I’m convinced that I don’t know what women want exactly,” he muttered with frustration, sighing.