Desires Die Hard

: Was He Trying To Make Her His Mistress?C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Is there anything else you need, Ms. MacMillan?” Hayden stopped in his tracks and eyed Sydney with indifference.

Whatever he had observed of the young woman had left a bad taste in his mouth. She was rude and crass. However, she was still a colleague at Welton Group. No matter his opinion of Sydney, he would never show it on his face.

“What’s Anya doing inside Mr. Welton’s office?” Sydney plastered a plastic smile on her face.

The young woman’s bluntness had Hayden frowning instantly. He shook his head and replied politely. “I’m not sure.”

“Are you sure you don’t know anything?” Sydney’s smile seemed frozen on her face.

“That’s right. If you don’t mind, I have to get back to work.” Hayden wasn’t interested in continuing the conversation with her.

He was ready to return to his desk.

Sydney stepped into his path and stopped him. Her voice was soft. “Mr. Lang, please tell me. It’s no big deal. Anya and I are like family to each other. You can tell me.”

Hayden froze. He had not expected that. That had nothing to do with him though. He was just Evan’s personal assistant. He wasn’t going to go around sharing his boss’ secrets. He wanted to keep his job. It had great perks. He wasn’t stupid or insane.

“I’m sorry, Ms. MacMillan, but I’m not in a position to question the reasons behind Mr. Welton’s instructions.” Hayden took one step to the side and made his way back to his desk.

Sydney couldn’t get any answers out of Evan’s personal assistant.

She stomped her foot and slammed her heel into the tiled floor angrily.

She was going to wait. She needed answers and she will have them.

Meanwhile, in Evan’s office, Anya’s heart raced as she made her way towards Evan’s desk slowly. She tried to push the memories of last night’s kiss out of her mind and put on a calm voice as she spoke. Right now, she was just a junior staff speaking to her boss. “Mr. Welton, I’m here. Is there a reason you called me into your office?”

Evan lifted his eyes and gazed at her through his dark eyes. He studied the young woman for a moment before finally speaking. “I have a contract here and an offer for Ms. MacMillan. You might be interested in it. Take a look.”

The man slid the contract across the desk.

Anya had no idea what the contract was about but it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. She reached for the contract and picked it up from the desk. Her eyes scanned the contents of the contract quickly.

She didn’t manage to reach the end of the contract. A dark look settled on Anya’s face. What was Evan trying to do?

Was he trying to make her his mistress?

Was he out of his mind? What was going on here?

She remembered the hostility he has displayed towards her during their recent interactions. He hated her guts. Why would he offer to make her his mistress now?

Anya honestly had no idea what was going on in Evan’s head. But she was certain of one thing. Evan didn’t like her at all. He had no love for her.

He wouldn’t have insulted her with such a contract if he harbored even the slightest bit of love for her. He wouldn’t have offered to pay her to be his lover.

The mere thought of such an idea infuriated Anya.

“I’ve read the contract, Mr. Welton. I’m not interested,” Anya said as she tried to keep her temper under control. She took another step towards the desk, placed the contract down and slid it back towards Evan.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to work. I have quite a few matters to attend to.”

Anya was ready to turn around and march out of the office right now.

Before she could do that, Evan’s arm shot out. He grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her from taking another step away from him. The next moment, he was yanking her towards him and into his arms. The force of his tug sent Anya off her feet.

Anya landed right on Evan’s lap.

For a moment, they looked like a couple in an intimate embrace, their limbs tangled with the other’s.

A flush unfurled across Anya’s cheeks instantly. Mortification and alarm colored her eyes as she stared at Evan. “Please let me go, Mr. Welton.”

“You’re the one who took me to bed a year ago, Anya. You seemed interested then.” Evan’s fingers caught Anya’s in a tight grip.

Her hand was extremely soft. It was like touching silk. It felt great.

The faint scent of milk surrounded the woman. Evan inhaled sharply and breathed in its sweetness.

He could feel the first signs of arousal.

This was bad.