Oops I Kissed My Villain Boss

TEN

Florence POV

I stood in the middle of the office looking confused and embarrassed. Anthony looked at me and gestured with his hands.

I almost opened my mouth to tell him but I held myself back. Why did he need to know? It was obvious he had nothing to do with it even though I still had my reservations but accusations with no proof didn't make sense. I didn't need to tell him because I could handle it myself.

"Nothing." I simply said and was about to walk away.

"Stop." His harsh voice came halting me. Within seconds I heard his chair moved against the marble tile and a warm presence behind me.

I felt a hot breath against my ear as he leaned down with his chest almost touching my back.

"Turn around Miss Davidson."

Against my better judgement I turned around and faced him.

"Tell me what happened."

My voice cracked as I explained everything that happened. The stalking men, the store, the way they followed me, the fear that hadn’t left my chest since. I hated that I sounded breathless and weak, but I couldn’t hold it in. It all came pouring out, a torrent of frantic, jumbled words. My eyes were hot with tears that were ready to fall at any given time.

Anthony didn’t interrupt me as I spoke. He only reached for his phone and dialed with steady, unnervingly calm fingers. “God’swill. Call Inspector David. Tell him I’ll need him immediately.”

I blinked, confused. “What—what are you doing? Inspector David? Why are you calling the police?”

Anthony’s eyes met mine, steel and fire in equal measure. “Because I have an idea who’s behind this, Florence. But I don’t work with guesses. I work with proof and so I need to get some.”

The finality in his tone made my throat dry. For a moment I forgot my fear of the men outside and focused instead on him, the dangerous calm of someone who didn’t panic even when lives were at stake. It was a cold, quiet power, the kind that both repelled and captivated me.

Minutes later, Godswill entered the office, his face tense. “Boss, Inspector David says they need you down at the station right now. He says it’s urgent.”

Anthony stood, grabbing his jacket with one smooth, unhurried motion. “I’ll be there.”

I moved instinctively, following him as he strode out of the office. “I’m coming with you.”

“No.” He didn’t look at me, didn’t break his stride.

“Yes.” I caught up to him, my heels clacking against the polished floor, a staccato of defiance. “You can’t just leave me after what happened. Whoever those men were, they were after me. You expect me to go home and wait?”

Anthony finally turned, his hand firm as he grasped my arm, stopping me dead in my tracks. “Miss Davidson, this is not your world. If you’re smart, you’ll step away from me before you get buried in it.”

"Well now I've unfortunately been roped in it from the moment my brother was taken and now the incident from yesterday."

"It could just be a coincidence."

"Yeah right," I scoffed sarcastically. "We both know that's not true. It's all connected and I am coming with you."

"I am not going to protect you if anything happens." He said.

"I don't need your protection all I need are answers and that's all. I can take care of myself."

Anthony and I had a stare down for about a minute until Godswill cough brought us back.

"Um.. boss is she coming." He asked unsure.

I turned to Anthony waiting for his answer.

"Let her do whatever she wants." He said after much silence. "It has nothing to do with me let's go."

He said then briskly took his coat and walked out of the office with Godswill in tow. I quickly went after them holding only my card and my phone in hand.

We entered the elevator and rushed out the door once it opened up. The car was waiting right outside the office door.

I made to enter after Godswill opened the door but I was dragged back by Anthony.

"What are you doing? Let go of me." I tried to loosen his hold but his grip on my forearm was just too tight.

"Look at me." He said. "Where we are going is way too dangerous for you to go."

"I don't care okay. I keep telling you that I want answers."

"There are safer ways to get answers. Endangering you life for this isn't going to make sense."

"Staying back and waiting is not making sense as well. I want to go and so you don't get to stop me. Why do you care so much? You are the one that wanted to get rid of me so badly so what's with the attention now."

Anthony’s jaw clenched. He opened his mouth to argue again, but the sudden sound cut through the night before he could speak.

Gunfire.

Bullets rained down with the deafening roar of chaos. Glass shattered, a thousand tiny diamonds glittering in the air as the building’s entrance gave way. Screams tore through the air, and people scattered in a panic that mirrored my own from just moments ago.

Anthony reacted instantly. He grabbed me, yanking me against his chest with a force that stole the air from my lungs. He pulled me down behind the nearest car, his body shielding mine completely, the heat of him a stark contrast to the cold fear that had been my companion all night. Bullets sparked off the metal of the car just inches away from my head.

“Stay down!” he growled, his voice rough with authority, a command I had no choice but to obey.

My entire body trembled, adrenaline spiking through my veins like electricity. The panic from the grocery store multiplied tenfold, but in the midst of the chaos, all I could feel was Anthony’s arms around me, his strength anchoring me to the ground as the world fell apart around us.

And in that moment, as death rained from the night sky, I realized something terrifying—Anthony wasn’t just my arrogant boss. He was the storm itself. He was the eye of the hurricane, the calm center of a maelstrom. And I, against all my better judgment, had just walked right into it.