Desires Die Hard

This Is Your Second Warning: Stay Out Of My Sight

Evan’s voice was husky and rough with anger. “I believe I told you I never wanted to see you again. Ever.”

Anya wanted to stay out of his sight too. But she had no choice. She had applied for hundreds of vacancies and this was the only company who had accepted her application.

She had to make a living.

Besides, he hadn’t been the only victim that night. She had been the biggest victim. Of course, she wasn’t going to tell him that. After a moment of consideration, Anya decided to play dumb.

The tower was huge. She simply had to try her best to avoid the man and stay out of his way in the future.

Evan eyed the young woman. Her silence seemed intentional, as if she was thinking of ways to get closer to him. His voice filled with rage. “This is your second warning. Stay out of my sight. You’re not going to get a third one. Do you understand me?”

Anya understood Evan perfectly.

He seemed convinced that she had done this on purpose. That she had willingly made her presence known to him again. Her hopes of earning his love had been crushed a long time ago. She dared not hope. All she wanted was to stay as far away from the man as possible.

She cast her gaze downward and murmured. “I understand. You’ll never see me again.”

Evan withdrew his piercing gaze. He had no intention of spending the rest of the ride up with her. His voice remained cold when he spoke. “Get out of my way.”

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It struck her that she was standing in his way. She had somehow made her way closer to the doors while trying to get away from the man.

She took a step back hurriedly. Fear or perhaps her nerves must have gotten to her because she somehow twisted her ankle as she took a step back. The young woman lost her balance and tottered forward , falling onto her knees with a loud thud.

Her pretty face smacked Evan’s groin squarely and hit something. It was rod hard.

Anya wondered if she might have broken her nose.

Her face flushed red instantly, her cheeks burning with mortification. She knelt stiffly on the floor. The young woman had no idea what to do next.

It was Evan who spoke first. His jaw was clenched tight and his voice edged with hostility. “Get out of my way!”

Anya ignored the pulsating pain along the bridge of her nose and scrambled away. Her cheeks were still burning.

Evan couldn’t bear to look at Anya any longer. He hit one of the buttons on the panel immediately. As soon as the doors slid open, he was marching out of the elevator.

Once again, he left Anya with his back turned.

Anya gazed at the man walking away from her. The flush across her cheeks gradually faded away. Her heart sank. But she wasn’t really bothered.

She had known that night that he would never fall in love with her. She had made peace with that.

The young woman collected herself and continued her ride up the building. The elevator eventually brought her to the floor on which JK Couture, her new workplace, was found.

Meanwhile, Evan was greeted with his masses of personal assistants after storming out of the elevator and back into the lobby. His personal assistants seemed surprised at the sight of their boss. The next moment, they were rushing up towards him.

Evan continued walking. The memory of Anya’s face smashing into his groin flashed across his mind suddenly.

Did she do that on purpose? Was she trying to seduce him?

Honestly, she was an extremely beautiful woman.

If only she hadn’t drugged him. Evan wouldn’t have detested her so much. He hated women who deceived him. That was why he couldn’t bear to summon any feelings of goodwill towards Anya.

There was something strange about her though…she smelled faintly like milk.

Sweet, fresh milk.

He had been drawn by the scent and almost wanted to kiss her.

Evan’s face darkened several shades at that thought. What was he thinking? This was a woman who drugged him and slept with him. How could he still be attracted to her? Was he out of his mind?

Brushing the thoughts away, the young man dug his fingers into his brow and rubbed hard as he made his way to the other elevator.

*

JK Couture was a small company with a dozen or so employees.

Anya finally realized why it was located in Welton Group Tower after meeting her new boss.

The former boss of JK Couture had declared bankruptcy a few days ago. Welton Group had acquired JK Couture after that.