sex-me boss.

After Damon’s abrupt departure, a triumphant smile played across Stephanie’s lips. She knew that Olivia would now do everything in her power to avoid her, since she saw her as a young prude dreaming of Prince Charming. She’d noticed lately that Damon had changed, and this change didn’t please her at all. She loved the wild man he’d once been, and she even believed that was what had driven him into her arms, even though he’d let her down. She was going to do everything in her power to destroy any relationship he might have with a woman other than her.

Now that she’d succeeded perfectly, there was nothing left for her to do in the restaurant and it was time for her to go. She left the restaurant with her head held high on her shoulders.

Olivia was clinging to her seatbelt as if it were the only thing that would save her if Damon ever drove straight into another vehicle. He was driving very fast and certainly at top speed. Each time, Olivia saw her life flash before her eyes, but fortunately he was able to avoid accidents. It was the worst fright scene she could have imagined, worthy of an action movie, but in her case it was reality. He was driving like a man fleeing a hurricane.

-I’m not ready to die, and if you do, you’ll go to jail, not to mention explain to the owner of the ring I’m wearing.

-Except that I wouldn’t have any explanations to give him, since I’d already be devastated at having lost you and my conscience would remind me of it every day of my life. I told you, I’d always make the right choices for you and that’s why I can’t let you take a cab on your own.

Believe it or not? she didn’t know, but if there was one thing she could never doubt, it was the sincerity of his words, yet she couldn’t believe it was him who had just said that. She felt her body being ripped from the belt at the last moment and thrown forward, but before her head hit the windscreen Damon caught her by the arm. She froze in shock. She really was going to die, and now it wasn’t because of Damon but because of Stephanie, who had waited until he was with her to tell all the truths he couldn’t bear to hear.

-I’m sorry, Olivia, the traffic light turned green at the last moment.

She’d seen that too, as the big truck crossing to the other side had also stopped, waiting patiently for him to bump into it to avoid triple the damage. She took the risk of turning her head towards him and saw that the features of his face were drawn, his jaw was clenched and all she wanted was to get out of that cab immediately.

Just as she was about to unbuckle her seatbelt, he turned the ignition back on just as the light had turned green. He had reduced the speed, but not to the reasonable level she would have liked. As he pulled into the company parking lot, a breath of relief escaped her lips. She got out without paying him any attention and went straight in. Disregarding the fact that she was supposed to be working in his office, she reached his desk without a glance for anyone.

Seeing her speed off, Damon kicked the wheel of his car and swore under his breath. This was all Stephanie’s fault and now he’d blown it. He’d put her life in danger and knew she’d never trust him again. He went back inside and used his private elevator to go up to his office, where he poured himself a glass of strong whisky. It was the one moment when he’d made the biggest decision of his life to have it all go wrong like this.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Parked in the company parking lot, Stephanie saw Damon’s car well parked and was pleased. Now was the time for her to play the understanding girl and, above all, the one who could calm him down like no one else had ever done. She took the elevator to the top floor, passed Carline’s office and saw the latter come out with a quick step. She asked her to wait with a wave of her hand and went into Damon’s office.

Smelling the perfume that belonged to none other than Stephanie, a murderous urge began to animate her whole being, but now was not the time to bring out her animal side.

-I want Peter Thomson’s file.

She began to pick at her fingers. She was lost and seemed to have fallen into her own trap. She’d expected him to hoot, not talk so meekly to her.