Desires Die Hard

“Mr. Lang, did Mr. Welton tell you why he needs me in his office?” Anya asked calmly. She shouldn’t jump to conclusions so easily.

“He didn’t tell me why. Why don’t you follow me upstairs, Ms. MacMillan?” Hayden smiled polite as the lie flowed from his lips. He eyed the young woman before him and thought privately to himself that there was no way he was telling her the

truth.

Honestly, Anya was very pretty. It explained why Evan had instructed him to draft a contract last night that would make Anya his lover should she sign the papers.

It was obvious that this wouldn’t be an ordinary relationship between romantic partners. Hayden had no idea if Anya would agree to such a relationship. He was honestly worried for his superior.

Couldn’t the man court the young woman like how the typical young man would a woman he was interested in?

Why was he proposing an illicit relationship that traded sexual services for payment instead?

It was impossible to read Evan’s mind. He was but a mere personal assistant. How would he know what Evan was thinking?

“Right now?” Anya asked reluctantly. She really didn’t want to go.

She still remembered the kiss that Evan had forced on her last night!

What if he tried it again?

No way. What was she thinking?

Evan could have any woman he wanted.

Why would he try to kiss her again and suffer her rejection? He probably had questions for her.

She was sure of it.

Anya wasn’t ready to leave JK Couture yet.

She needed to build her savings because there was no way she could take back what the MacMillans owed her mother

without spending some money.

Anya yanked herself out of her thoughts. She ended up following Hayden upstairs to Evan’s office.

She had to keep her job at Welton Group.

It wasn’t her lucky day today. Anya bumped into one of her least favorite persons in the elevator. Sydney.

The young woman wore a deep red, skintight dress and a pair of red heels. She looked like a skank. She had a folder in her arms. Her face was caked in makeup. The young woman looked as if she were dressed for a party and not for work.

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The two young women exchanged a look with each other in the elevator. Anya twisted her face away and decided to ignore Sydney.

Sydney had given Anya one of her murderous glares when she had seen her. She, too, turned her eyes away.

Hayden remained clueless while the two young women were busy ignoring each other.

His job was to get Anya into Evan’s office. He didn’t care about anything else.

It didn’t take long before the elevator arrived at the lavishly decorated top floor of the Welton Group Tower.

Hayden waited for Anya to step out of the elevator before following her out. The gesture caught Sydney by surprise. Incredulity and hate warred against the other as they colored her eyes.

Didn’t Anya swear that she was going to stay away from Evan?

What was she doing here with Hayden?

Sydney curled her fingers into tight, angry fists. Anya had lied to her.

She had lied. She had broken her oath.

The young woman’s guts churned with rage and jealousy. She couldn’t help it. She was intensely and desperately jealous of her Anya. Her stepsister from a different mother.

Anya was prettier and smarter than she was.

She had always come out top in class when they had been in school.

Sydney’s eyes were rimmed with envy. A streak of panic coursed through her head as she watched Anya make her way towards Evan’s office.

She rushed out after her. She didn’t even care that Hayden was watching.

Sydney seized Anya by the arm, then spat out angrily. “Anya, you promised me. You swore an oath. So, what are you doing here?”

out of her a

Anya simply threw her a frost look before yanking her arm out of her grip. “You should ask Mr. Welton that question. I’m not here because I want to be here. He’s the one who asked for me.”

“You’re lying. Mr. Welton hates your guts. Why would he ask for you?” Sydney spat out viciously.

Her features were twisted with rage.

The look of disdain on Hayden’s face seemed to have slipped her notice. Hayden couldn’t help but find Sydney a little confrontational.

She shared the same last name as Anya, but they were worlds apart.

“Because we don’t mix work and our personal lives,” Anya retorted sharply. “Why don’t you ask Hayden? He’ll tell you if I’m All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

the one who requested to see Evan or if Evan’s the one who demanded my presence in his office.”

If she had the means, Anya would make Sydney and Melissa pay for what they had done to her.

But she didn’t.

She couldn’t have her revenge right now.