The Voices That Chose Her

Chapter Three

I frowned, because I couldn't understand a bit of what he had said to me. My ears were ringing, my eyes were stinging and my brain was pounding. I felt like I could faint anytime soon and yet here he was, sprouting things unintelligible for a mortal human like me.

I didn't know what he thought of himself. Mated? Bloody MoonLine? What the f**k was he talking about? And about me hiding? I had no idea that I was even hiding from anyone, let alone hiding from the most renowned and philanthropic CEO. And he was waiting for me? The f**k was going on in his mind!

I was slowly becoming aware of the world around me and with that, I became aware of the embarrassment and disgust that I felt for myself. I couldn't believe what had happened to me, I had forgotten everything that existed around me. It was as if only Adrian Wolfe crowded my senses, refusing to let me think about anything else.

I behaved so desperate and needy, so much worse than a w***e. I couldn't understand how, all of a sudden I became so f*****g horny, my dripping core proving as evidence. I was a quivering mess on the floor, my whole body aching internally in a weird way, like never before.

I had never been attracted to a man in my entire life. I wanted to date someone, but nobody ever intrigued me, not even the cutest boys of my school. Yet, this lunatic guy came in and affected me in such an overwhelming way that I couldn't see anything but him.

I was PMSing, perhaps.

I sighed and got up, clutching my handbag to myself and gripping the edge of the sink to steady my trembling legs. I could still feel his scent lingering in the air, teasing my senses. I ignored it, my thoughts running on how I now had to face the world, as well as the embarrassment that came with it.

Maybe I had overworked myself and needed a break.

Suffice to say, no one had paid much attention to my unusual behavior in the conference room, and so, work continued normally for the rest of the week. I tried my best to forget him, the unmentionable CEO. Till that day, I had no idea what he was talking about, and I couldn't even remember half of it.

I had become a zombie, honestly, because I hadn't slept a wink the whole of last week. He was constantly on my mind, and work wasn't an effective distraction too.

The only thing that was different was that I had acquired a new...friend, quite reluctantly, to be honest. Logan was just another guy from my department, who used to, kind of, ignore my existence until now. He, all of a sudden, became so friendly, always tagging along wherever I wanted to go and I couldn't just ignore him, he practically worked with me.

I wasn't interested in him at all, sure he was attractive and stuff, and was quite a ladies' man, but there was something that was off about him. His smiles never reached his eyes, and his grins were as fake as my enthusiasm.

I walked down the hallways of the hospital, in my formal shirt and trouser attire because skirts had gotten tighter on me.

No, it wasn't that I was getting fat, but I was becoming more voluptuous and curvaceous.

I had thought that the days of my puberty had ended a few years ago, but just yesterday morning I found that my bra cups needed an increase in their size. And my ass? It barely fit in my pencil skirts anymore. I had somehow managed to squeeze my derriere into the trousers without tearing them apart, only because they were already loose, but my jeans and my pencil skirts refused to cooperate.

It wasn't just my body structure that had changed, but my skin, my features and my persona seemed to change too. My skin was much smoother and toned now, my features sharper than ever. I felt a unique confidence and power flowing through my veins, yet I somehow felt lost.

It felt like I was missing a part of myself.

It was that unfortunate moment when I entered the office, trying to locate Mr. Singh but got caught in Adrian's gaze instead. I had expected it, honestly, since I could actually smell him before entering the room. I still wondered what cologne he used, which could be smelt from such a distance. Could everyone smell him like that, or was it just me?

Was I the only female who got so desperate and horny at the mere sight of him, or was he used to women throwing them at him?

This time, I did feel those intense emotions, but I didn't feel the lust that had overwhelmed me a week ago. Maybe I was getting over him, or maybe the effects of PMS were actually wearing off.

I ignored him, but I couldn't ignore the heated gaze I felt on me when I went over to hand Mr. Singh the file and he smiled at me. I somehow managed to give him a tight lipped smile, and turned around, walking out of the room slowly, my hips swinging in a seductive manner, as I enjoyed the feeling of his eyes on my behind.

Just a few moments later, I was grabbed by my elbow and turned around roughly, my back slamming against the wall. I winced and looked up only to find a pair of familiar midnight black eyes staring down at me, breathing harshly.

"You. Are. Supposed. To. Stay. Away. From. Me." He growled at me and each staccato sent different jabs to my heart, my chest aching once again. But this time, I wasn't going to succumb to it and remain completely clueless about everything that was happening.

"And why is that so?" I raised a brow at him, despite the tears that threatened to leak out.

"Because it is better that way. The closer we are, the more are the possibilities of us ending up doing something we both would regret. Look, you won't understand, you are a human, but I already have a ma-girlfriend, okay? I just cannot cheat on her."

I gave him an incredulous look, "I apologize

I gave him an incredulous look, "I apologize for behaving so unprofessionally that day, I have no idea what had come over me, but I assure you that it will never happen again, if that's what you mean by saying that we are going to stay away from each other. Unfortunately, our companies are working together and it means we are going to be seeing each other a lot. Sadly, it is unavoidable."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while I kept staring at him. A moment later, he looked at me, pining me with his gaze alone, which roamed over my face, my breasts, my abdomen and my legs that now fitted snugly in the trousers. His eyes darkened in appreciation as he raked his gaze back up and stared at my breasts for a moment longer.

I expected him to lose his control any moment, but I had to give it to him, he had an amazing self control.

It seemed like he really loved his girlfriend.

And somehow that thought left me more heartbroken than before.