Love, Lies and Billionaires

As much as I want you out of here, I want to know what happened that day we went out”

“You don’t remember?”

“I mean, I do. I just want to know how many drinks you ordered,” she chuckled.

“You mean how many drinks you ordered?” he replied.

“Okay, quit the suspense and just talk”

He chuckled and took up the glass from the table. “You actually were the only one who made orders that night. I only foot the bill”

Maren scoffed in amusement. “Really? I couldn’t move the next morning and I really can’t remember the details”

“Well, it sounds to me like you had fun.”

“Yeah, but honestly, I really don’t want to do that again. Not so hard next time.”

“Next time?” The question hung in the air as Maren stared at him, searching his face for a confirmation that she’d just said something shitty, but his face just held a smirk.

The initial fear she had for him the first time she saw him suddenly crept in again. “I was just saying. It’s just a-”

“I know,” he interrupted and focused on his drink.

“Well, then, now to my previous question. What really are you here for?”

“Just thought I should drop by. See how you’re doing considering the fact that you half fainted that night?”

“Really?” Maren asked, amused and a little embarrassed. She couldn’t believe she was so lightheaded. “Well, you should have called instead of bullying my secretary into letting you into my office.”

He just stared at her when she was done and raised a brow.

She chuckled, “Don’t give me that face. If you wanted to get my number, the power is right in your pockets.”

“Well, I didn’t want to get it that way, so I decided to drop by. Did I do the wrong thing?”

Maren was silent, as it seemed something had struck her. She turned away from him and focused her gaze on something else, though she could feel his eyes pierce through her skin.

“What’s on your mind?” His baritone pierced through the air and kind of startled her, which made her press her eyes shut for a second.

She hesitated for a while as she searched her mind for the right words to express her thoughts. She clicked her tongue and looked down at the file, which she had opened earlier.

“It’s just-i don’t know if it’s just a thought but, this doesn’t feel right,” she said and caught his relaxed gaze.

“I mean, I really enjoyed being with you and all that, but this just doesn’t feel right.”

Kendrick studied her for a while, from her creased brows to the way her hands moved in gestures.

“Is this about Alexander?”

Maren’s heart skipped a beat at the question, and her head began asking questions. Was this really about Alexander? Had he finally gotten into her head?

“I bet he pulled some move about you not knowing who I am and I’m not what I seem, and-”

“Stop!” She yelled, by reflex. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she apologised, the white angel whispering ‘Busted!’ in her ears. “It really isn’t about Alexander. And if he did say that, he’s not wrong, but at the same time, it’s not because of him,” she added, in a breath.

“What do you want, Maren? I know it’s a little too early for that, but I feel like it’s a question you need to think about.”

Maren sucked on her lower lip as though trying not to make it obvious.

Did she really want Alexander back, or did she want to continue what she’d started with Kendrick? Now that she was thinking about it, she really didn’t know Kendrick, and everything was happening so quickly.

And what did Alexander know that he wasn’t telling her? She shook off her thoughts and looked up at Kendrick, who had been staring at her.

She sighed, “Like you said, it’s too early to decide.”

‘So you’re just going to keep screwing two men, you slutty bitch?” The red angel screamed into her ear, which she shook off.

Kendrick stood from where he sat with the glass which he had refilled earlier and walked towards the shelf which her golden horse stood and made like he was studying it.

Maren watched his every movement as his heavy build moved around her office, trying to guess what he was thinking about.

It was amusing to her that the all known and famous Kendrick Harding was in her office walking aimlessly like some lost puppy.

Apart from him being physically attractive, she sort of found him emotionally attractive, too.

Though they’d spent just a day together and both of them were drunk for more than half the day, there was still something that held on to how he’d made her feel that day and that was something she couldn’t really remember feeling from Alexander.

But back to reality, who the hell was this man? And what really did he see in her that he was willing to stoop low and be in her office with no sole aim?Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She really wished she could voice her thoughts as she watched him walk over to the large green plant with sword-shaped leaves and pointed tips which rested just beside the door.

“Hmm, snake plant. I have one of these,” he said, examining it. He turned to her and took a sip.

“Okay?” she said, confusingly. He was acting really weird, and she was starting to get scared.

“Alright, I’ll be real with you.” The seriousness in his voice made her even more scared.

She straightened in her chair. “What are you talking about?”

“I really didn’t want to do this so soon because I know you’re going to definitely hate me.” He strolled towards her, one hand in his pocket.

Maren’s body stiffened, expecting anything at this point. “What’s that?”

“Just a little something to remind you of something,” he said in a relaxed voice, which made his voice more menacing.

“Stop this, you’re scaring me”

Slowly, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and held out something for her to see.

Frozen and stiff in her chair, Maren’s eyes widened in shock.