CHAPTER THREE
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BREAKING THE RULES
Sheila burst into her office, panting as if she had just escaped from a lion’s den.
She leaned against the door, clutching her chest. “What the hell is happening to me?”
Her lips still tingled from his kiss.
Demian Sebastian.
Her boss.
I have to do something before it’s too late, she thought, pacing the office like a storm in heels. This is getting serious. Too serious.
The walls felt like they were listening.
Every surface reminded her of him, the luxury furniture he handpicked, the scented candles in her drawer, the perfume he once sent and she never opened. His presence haunted her even in his absence.
That evening, Sheila got home earlier than usual. The living room was filled with the smell of food and the sound of something frying in the kitchen.
“Jeez!” she yelped when Olivia popped her head out, holding a spoon. “You scared the living hell outta me!”
“I wanted to surprise you,” Olivia grinned. “Clearly, I succeeded.”
Sheila laughed, tension slipping from her shoulders. “You need to stop breaking into my house like you own it.”
Olivia raised a brow. “Why don’t I move in? My rent’s up in two months.”
Sheila smirked. “Honestly… go for it. I think I need the chaos.”
Olivia dropped the spoon dramatically. “Are you serious?
You, the queen of silence and scented candles, are inviting me to live here?”
Sheila chuckled. “Let’s just say… things are changing.”
Olivia looked at her closely. “What’s up? You look pale.”
Sheila hesitated for a second, then let the words tumble out. Everything. The office. The kiss. Demian.
When she was done, Olivia sat in stunned silence. Then burst out laughing.
“Oh. My. God. You’re actually the lead actress in a billionaire romance!”
“Stop,” Sheila groaned, covering her face.
“No, no! I mean, I always knew you were hot, but apparently, you’re ‘buy-a-whole-company-for-you’ hot.”
Sheila tried not to laugh. “I don’t know what to do, Liv. I feel like I’m losing control.”
“I have a suggestion,” Olivia said, eyes gleaming mischievously. “Why don’t you date someone else? See how he likes it.”
Sheila blinked. “What?”
“Play the game. He started it.”
“For the first time today,” Sheila said with a small smile, “you actually said something meaningful.”
Later That Week…
Sheila made her move.
She agreed to go on a few dates with Eric, a friend from her gym. Tall, funny, charming. Nothing complicated. Someone who could help distract her.
And he did… sort of.
They went to the gym together. Shopping. A club on Friday night. It wasn’t love. But it was a break from the Demian storm. Or so she thought.
Demian’s POV
I watched from my office window as Sheila laughed with Eric by the elevator. Her eyes sparkled in a way that used to be reserved just for him.
His jaw tightened. Rage boiled beneath his calm exterior, and for a split second, he imagined crushing Eric's entire career with a single phone call. How dare he take the one thing that gave me peace... joy?
I clenched his fists.
But then i stopped. If Sheila ever found out, if she ever knew the lengths I want to go to destroy that man she smiled at, she’d never forgive me.
She would hate him. And that thought stung more than any betrayal.
So I chose a different path. A colder one.
I'd play it cool. Pretend I didn’t care. But in the shadows, I'd make sure Eric was too busy to even think about her. A sudden transfer. A disciplinary query. Endless tasks.
Let’s see how charming he’ll be when he’s buried in reports.
I clenched my jaw and dialed Diego.
“Get to my office. Now.”
Ten minutes later, Diego stepped in, calm as ever. He knew exactly who had me this enraged.
Only one woman had that power.
“Sheila,” I said, voice like ice. “I want you to keep tabs on her. Every move. Every plan. Everything she says.”
“Yes, sir,” he nodded. “In fact… she’ll be attending a party this evening. With him.”
My fist tightened.
“I’m impressed,” I muttered. “You’ve been working.”
“Always,” Diego replied.
“You’ll get a raise by the end of the month,” I said, standing. “But tonight… I’m going to that party. Because of her.”
I looked in the mirror, adjusted my cufflinks, and smirked.
“If she wants to go low,” I whispered, “then I’ll go lower.”
The Party
The music pulsed through the walls, low lights flickering across faces and drinks. Sheila looked stunning in a silk red dress that hugged her like second skin. Her hair flowed freely, and Eric couldn’t take his eyes off her.
But neither could Demian.
He stood by the bar, invisible in the shadows, watching every move.
Then he saw her excuse herself to the restroom. Alone.
He followed.
The hallway was dim and quiet, just outside the restroom door. She didn’t see him until he stepped from the shadows and grabbed her by the wrist.
“Demian” she gasped.
Before she could finish his name, he had her pinned gently but firmly against the wall.
No words. No warning.
His lips crashed into hers, rough, desperate, claiming. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.
It was possession.
His kiss devoured her, and for one dangerous second, Sheila kissed him back. But when her senses returned, she shoved him away, trembling.
“What the f**k is wrong with this man?!” she whispered to herself, heart racing.
What does he really want from me? Why does he keep following me? First, it was in the office… and now, here at the party.
The presence was undeniable, silent, yet heavy, like a shadow that refused to leave. These thoughts raced through my mind, looping without answers.
I looked around, searching for someone to confide in, someone who could make sense of what was happening.
But there was no one these questions
She left the hallway like a ghost, slipping past everyone unnoticed. Her phone rang. It was Eric. She ignored it.
By the time she reached the parking lot, she had already sent a message.
"Something came up. I’m sorry. Hope you understand."
Back at Home
I really didn’t want to go to the party, but Olivia insisted. “Remember,” she said, “we’re working against a force, and that force is your boss, Demian.
If you truly want him to back off and for this plan to work, you have to go on this date.” Reluctantly, I agreed.
It was only 8 p.m. when Sheila walked in. Olivia raised a brow from the couch.
“You’re home early,” she said. “Bad date?”
“That bastard showed up at the party,” Sheila said, pointing to her swollen lip. “Look what he did.”
Olivia squinted. “Hmm. Fierce. I love 'em fierce.”
Sheila’s eyes widened. “Can you be serious for once in your life?!”
She stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door.
The Days That Followed
Something shifted after that night.
Demian became even more possessive. The looks he gave her were darker, hungrier. He stopped trying to pretend. His eyes followed her wherever she went. If she spoke with a male colleague too long, he’d call her into his office for no reason.
Her new car started showing up in different parking spots closer to his.
Every time she rejected a gift, another one showed up.
Demian’s Voice
“You think you had a choice?” he whispered one night in her ear as she brushed past him in the corridor.
“ Sheila,I already made you, You mine… before you even knew my name.”
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