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VALERIA
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couldn't shake the restlessness that consumed me throughout the day and night. Kai's refusal to speak left me feeling unsettled, my mind consumed by thoughts of him. Kai’s lingering scent in the workplace only added to my unease. Within the confines of the office, I continued to feel his frustration and anger, but I failed to find a reason behind those emotions.
I was feeling optimistic about Parker Tower, so I decided to take the job. Besides, I couldn't ignore the fact that I had found my fated mate. He would have to accept the connection between us sooner or later. I saw no point in continuing the job under Lucien's dad. I contemplated the pros and cons of the situation as I lay in bed. My phone started to ring and I eagerly anticipated hearing Luke's voice on the other end, but to my surprise, it was Lucien who asked, "Valeria, why did you leave the job without informing me?"
Instantly, I felt a pang of regret for not checking the caller ID before answering.
Anger rushed through me. “Why should I inform you about anything in my life?”
Lucien responded, “Listen, I know I hurt you, but we can talk it out. You can’t shut me out like that.”
“Lucien, you f****d my best friend behind my back! It’s not hurting someone it’s called betraying someone who loved you to the moon and NO there is nothing to talk about,” I corrected him.
Lucien sighed, “If you want I will never see Morgana…”
“Oh please, I want nothing to do with you and your shenanigans so feel free to do anything that pleases you.”
Lucien was just about to say something when I abruptly ended the call and blocked his number. I closed my eyes. Fate had presented me with a greater challenge to overcome. I wasted no time heading out to contemplate the do's and don'ts. It had become abundantly clear that Kai Parker was the one I saw myself with in the long run, and I needed to take the next steps.
The next morning I arrived at the office earlier than the standard time. It was an important day for me as it marked my official first day of working solo. Rachel had warned me that Mr. Parker was known to be very strict with his schedule. I really appreciated Rachel's kindness in offering her assistance in training me whenever I needed to call. However, I also understood that this was her wedding week, and I didn't want to bother her.
As I finished sorting everything I leaned back in my chair and suddenly caught a whiff of his scent. I knew he had entered the building. As he approached a surge of excitement coursed through me, but I had to maintain my composure. He walked in and seemed shocked to see me. Does he truly think I’m so weak that I would turn away from my fate simply because he lacked the bravery to communicate or embrace what fate had to offer?
I stood up and walked with Mr. Parker to his office to inform him of his schedule for the day. When he walked past me without acknowledging my presence I swallowed my anger and greeted him with a fake smile on my face, “Good morning Mr. Parker.”
He nodded and without looking at me replied cooly, “Morning.”
I kept walking by his side. “You have a meeting with California's warehouse manager at 10 a.m. to discuss the details of the loss of raw material. After that, lunch with Mr. Frank, who flew in from Argentina, at 1 p.m. to discuss and finalize the contract details. Later, there is a project review session scheduled with the New York quality control team at 3 p.m.”
He nodded and continued to remain silent. But when I crossed him in front of him and kept the door open, he had no choice but to look at me. “Anything else, Miss Davis?”
I nodded, “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
He raised his brow, “Care to share what it is?”
I sighed, “Can you please not call me Miss Davis? I prefer Valeria.”
He nodded, continuing his douchebag attitude. “Alright, Valeria, you can go now.”
I was on my way to but thought better of it and turned around. “Mr. Parker, don’t forget you have a conference call with a Paris partner at 4 p.m. for expansion.”
He nodded and when I was about to turn around he called my name, “Valeria?”
I looked at him, “Yes, Mr. Parker.”
He exhaled, “Call me Kai.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “But everyone calls you Mr. Parker.”
He tilted his head. “But I want you to call me Kai. Is that clear?”
I nodded, “Of course Mr. Par….” He raised his brows and I corrected myself, “Kai.”
“Valeria, would you mind pouring me a glass of whiskey?’
I opened my mouth to tell him it was too early for a drink but then I recalled Rachel’s guidelines, “Refrain from asking questions”.
I sealed my lips and smiled. "Sure." I approached the bar and continued to ponder his true identity hidden behind so many questions, yet I chose not to inquire.
As I reached for the bottle and twisted off the cap a wave of Kai's scent enveloped me. It was so strong that I almost stumbled. But then I felt his warm breath against the back of my neck and I steadied myself. Pouring whiskey into a glass, my hands trembled slightly as I carefully put the bottle back and picked up the glass. I shut my eyes briefly and gathered the strength to face what stood behind me, my movements sluggish.
I had to put the glass back on the table because there was not enough room between us for the glass. I found myself breathing against his lean chest. He put a finger under my chin and moved it lightly up my face. He cupped my face with both of his hands and cursed, “Fuck.”
He claimed my mouth as if he had been longing for this moment for ages. As if my mouth was the only thing he had been searching for. I couldn't resist as his tongue gently parted my lips; I found myself unable to stop him. The instant his tongue slipped into my mouth I was overwhelmed by the taste of whiskey on his lips. I reached out and gently placed my hands inside his jacket feeling the warmth of his body. With the tenderest touch, I began to massage his back, my fingers gliding over the fabric of his shirt. I couldn't resist the allure of his warm body. The intoxicating blend of whiskey and musk that emanated from him. I found myself unable to control my desire as I let out a moan amid our passionate kiss.
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