(Ch. 3) Who is She?
I was sitting in my office trying to do some work, but I just can’t seem to get her off my mind. I couldn’t seem to forget about that little encounter I had with that feisty girl. I had never been to that area of the city and it was just by chance.
I was just returning from an important meeting when suddenly the car came to a halt. On asking, the driver told 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 this unknown area.
That’s when I saw a 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 busy on my phone 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 and all I wanted was to laugh at her expression but kept my stance high and authoritative. She yelled at me, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate on what she was yelling. I was observing her face, her expressions. She was beautiful and not a bit of makeup on her face.
I saw a girl with blonde hair as she rushed towards her worriedly.
“Oh my God! Emma, are you alright?” She asked her with concern as she nodded as a slight smile formed on my lips.
So her name was Emma.
She was talking to that girl and I could tell from her face that she was fuming with anger and at that time, only one word flashed through my mind.
“I am going to teach him some manners...” was all I heard her say as I smile inwardly at her behavior and her words.
What a woman!
“So you’re going to teach me some manners?” I said to her with a smirk as soon as she made that blonde girl go in.
I remembered how I caught and held her hand when she was going to punch me. As our bodies collided, I saw her gasp as my eyes shifted to her slightly parted lips. She was strong as she tried to set her hand free, but my grip was stronger. She wanted me to say sorry. Doesn’t she know who I was? The world’s most handsome billionaire apologizing to some young girl?
That’ll be absurd...
Every woman falls 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 worship me. My one snap of finger makes them go crazy for me and my body.
I had never said sorry or please to anyone. So, what made her think that I’ll apologize to her.
My papers were scattered on the desk in front of me and I couldn’t seem to concentrate because I couldn’t seem to get her off my mind.
I thought of her expression when I winked at her and called her by her name as a sudden smile plastered on my face. 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.
I was thinking about our little accident when a thought crossed my mind. Pressing the button of the intercom, I called my secretary.
“Yes, sir,” she answered at once.
She was my secretary and also a one night stand. What can I say! If women offer themselves to you then why I should resist? Besides they are 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 bored from her.
“Send Mr. Daniel in my office,” I said firmly.
I waited for him as I continued to fidget my pen in my fingers. He is the most trust-worthy employee in my company, and I can trust him in any case. He is working here for 40 years now and he has 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 were already halfway to grey and he was in his 70s but still, his dedication to his work made him our best employee.
“Yes, sir. How can I help you?” He said in his manly voice and I gave him his new task.
“Mr. Daniel. 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. I want every detail. Got it?” I said while looking straight into his eyes as he nodded.
“Sure, sir. I will get to it right now,”
“Okay. You’re dismissed now,” I motioned him to leave as he turned around.
“Yes, sir?” He said while turning his head towards me as I gave him a stern look.
“This conversation should remain between the two of us. No third person. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.” He said and then left.
I smirked at the thought of it. There was something about that girl, that made me interested. I guess, it was her challenging behavior. She was challenging and I love challenges and I think this girl would be a great challenge.
It was gonna be hell fun...