President Denver's Twisted Romance

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ELIZEI’S POV

Did I do something wrong or is President Denver just a sadist?

His mood had returned to when I first saw him in my life. During the interview, he was back to being cold and domineering.

President Denver had not said one word to me since I started my second day of work. Also, those long and hard stares that he gave me throughout yesterday. I thought I didn’t like them, but today I find myself cherishing them.

Where did all that softness go?

If it was not that he gave me as much work yesterday as he has done today, I would have thought he was trying to punish me for whatever the case may be, but on this occasion, I don’t even know what to think?

Should I ask him if he is okay?

I stared at President Denver’s desk, trying to decide what to say to him, but words failed me.

Also, I noticed that he had not sipped even a quarter of the coffee that I made for him.

What’s going on?

Nicholas Denver

I can feel her being so uncomfortable. She dared to lie to me about her apartment. Well, how does she feel now? Hope she is enjoying this side of me.

I wonder why she had to lie. What does she have to hide?

For crying out loud, the apartment has already been paid for, and it is not like I was going to hurt her, so why did she lie about how she could afford it?

Something is very fishy about her.

That birthmark also haunts me like a plague.

Honestly, I am tempted to ask her direct questions.

Who is she, and where is she from?

‘’President Denver...’’ I hear her call me the name I had instructed her not to call me, but I understand her not being able to call me by my first name at that time, because I am not exactly accommodating her at all.

I raise my eyes nonchalantly to look at her, and I know that the fact that I didn’t correct her for calling me by my official name, sends signals to her.

She points out some things in the document she is handling for me, asking me to show her some details, and I promise you, I desperately resist the urge to grab her and kiss her.

Also, apart from the very familiar birthmark, I can recognize a familiar scent oozing from her.

Why does this lady remind me of the lady I had been with three months ago?

Why?

Her name, the birthmark, and this scent. Yet she says that there is no trace of her connected to the famous Hope family.

Strange. Very strange.

I didn’t intend to say one word to her today, so when she asked about the documents, I just called Marcus and asked him to handle it for me.

I could see the surprise and disappointment in her eyes as I referred her to Marcus, and I was glad to make her feel that way.

That’s what she gets for lying to me.

I made sure to hurt her today.

I went for lunch and spent almost two hours away from the company, and after the day’s work, I didn’t ask to take her home.

I left.

I didn’t make her do overtime today. I left before the close of work with little to nothing left for her to do.

If only she had known that she did overtime yesterday because I wanted to be close to her. I bet she thought I was being wicked.

Well, not at all.

I am back at my house, ignoring my grandmother’s yapping about when I would bring home a wife.

This old woman must be out of her mind.

After rejecting nearly twenty women, she has the guts to tell me what?

My mind is stuck on Ms. Hope.

My goodness, I hope I can hold myself back from driving to her house and confessing how much I yearn for her.

I am listening to my grandmother yapping, when my phone buzzes. I received an email from an unknown sender, and the email contains pictures with a one-line text that says; ‘’She’s nothing but a w***e. Run.’’

Who is nothing but a w***e?

I clicked on the first image, and my eyes popped out at what I saw.

In a luxury hotel, I can easily identify my secretary, Ms. Hope, and guess what? She was naked.

Wait a minute.

My eyes are spinning as I am staring at the pictures one after the other, almost dropping dead in shock.

‘’What is it?’’ My grandmother notices my discomfort and asks.

I just walk away from her and keep staring at the phone. This time, my hand was on my head.

Ms. Hope is naked in a hotel with the arm of a man across her, and guess who that man is?

Well, you have guessed right.

That man is me.

I said it! Ms. Hope is the lady from that night.

Everything pointed towards her, yet she had been pretending and telling me lies.

That also explains why she lied to me about how she could afford the apartment, she did not want anything to trace her back to the

Hope Family.

The birthmark, her scent.

God, I can perceive her through the picture, I’m not even lying.

Okay!

Things have taken another turn,

Meanwhile, who sent me these pictures and why?

Also, why did the person send the pictures to me in particular?

My face was not showing in any of the pictures, so nobody knows who the man in the picture is, apart from me and Marcus, who had whisked me out of the party that night after he sensed what had happened.

I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow.

Maybe at this point, I will have that conversation which I have been avoiding with Ms. Hope.

Or should I hide myself? She might hate me when she finds out that I am the man that did such a disgusting thing to her.