CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Nyx's POV.
Thankfully, I jumped down before the bouncer could spot me and I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.
If I had known that accepting to be Timothy's assistant would be this risky, I'd have probably opted for something easier.
That night still sent shivers down my spine because a lot of things could have gone wrong.
I just hope the next victim is safer and if Timothy doesn't give me a heads-up about whether or not it's dangerous, I'm going to deal with him.
"Nyx!" A familiar husky baritone snaps me out of my thoughts.
I blink back, realizing I'm staring at Evander.
"What's good?"
He frowns, "Where's the schedule for today?"
"Right here. It says here that you have a meeting with Mr Brown at three p.m at Bee's Confectionery. That's actually all for today." I hand him the file.
He hums, taking it from me, "I'll need jottings from the meeting with Mr Brown, you're coming with me."
My brows twitch, "Why the fuck do I have to?"
"If you read up the roles of a personal assistant, you'd know why. Now please, go change into something better." He moves his finger up and down, like I'm wearing something dirty.
It's like since we had sex, he's become colder and unnecessarily demanding. And I find that stupid of him, I know he enjoyed that, and I'll make him yearn for me again.
"I already made it clear that I won't be changing my dressing style because of you. If you don't like the sleeveless tank top and shorts I'm wearing, then go get me clothes." I hiss, turning on my heels.
"Miss Arden." He calls out, pulling me to an abrupt halt.
I turn around, surprised by the sudden use of surname.
"If you value your job, you'll make sure to dress into something else. And don't make me wait more than thirty five minutes," He declares, glaring at me.
My hands curl into fists, but then I notice a flicker of anxiety in his expression and that makes me smirk.
"Are you doing this so I don't flirt with you?"
He gapes and snaps his lips shut, his eyes moving from side to side on his table like he's looking for something but I know he's not.
"Answer me, Boss." I say, adding emphasis of mockery to the last word.
Evander rises, his icy gaze cracking into frustration, "Whatever happened between us was a mistake. So please, try as much as possible to keep our relationship strictly professional."
I snort, unable to hide how amusing that sounds.
I cross my arms, "So you kissed me by mistake? Ate me out by mistake and rammed your length into me by mistake? Really?"
His expression falters with confusion, pressing a hand over his temple, "Nyx, please. Don't make it any more worse than it is."
"Oh I will. You can't call that a fucking mistake." I huff.
He shakes his head, "I'll call it what I want. You don't deserve to touch me with those filthy hands of yours that have touched a thousand plus men."
The room becomes silent, the atmosphere thickening with tension.
I'm not only disgusted at myself for getting attracted to Evander, I'm also disappointed for wasting my time with such a shallow minded person.
"You know, I thought it had to be looks for me to get interested. Now I think I'll have to include a working brain, because clearly you don't use yours,"
"Hey, watch your tone or I'll–"
"Shut the fuck up. Who the hell do you think you are? To come at me like you're perfect? I fucking regret letting you touch me, you stupid son of a bitch!" I yell, my chest heaving from the rage building inside me.
Evander steps out of his corner, striding towards me with the coldest expression I've ever seen. His brown eyes flicker with rage, and his minty cologne wafts to my nostrils even though he's not yet close.
When he closes in on the distance, my heart flutters in a way that has me wondering if I was really mad at him.
He parts his lips, "Mutual feelings here. And I'll make sure that never happens again. In the meantime, you can go change that dress."
My body quivers with his body standing close to mine, but my jaws clench.
"If you don't like this," I gesture to myself, "Then you can take a trip all the way to hell. Asshole!" I howl, pushing him away from me.
He grabs my hand, pulling me closer into him, and our eyes lock onto each other. His nostrils flare as he takes in sharp breaths and my brows arch from how tight my frown is.
But his grip on my wrist softens and then he lets me go so fast, almost like he's trying to avoid touching me.
Seeing that adds fuel to my already burning body.
I wrap my hands around his neck, glaring daggers at him, "I'm standing close to you, I'll like to see you push me away."
Evander stiffens, his face splitting into a conflicting expression. His hands reach the nape of his neck, trying to break my hands free but my grip remains firm.
He slides his hands down my hands, bringing his face closer to mine and my cheeks flush.
Really?
I had to get that reaction right now?
"Get your hands off me," he whispers, his breath washing over my face.
I gasp softly, maintaining my stance, "If you want me away, then fucking push me."
His face moves away from mine, his eyes now welling up with an emotion I can't pinpoint.
And when he straightens his head, he crashes his lips onto mine.