Boss and Me 💎💖(Tempted)💖💎

EPISODE 6

♥️🍎 BOSS AND ME💖💖

🍎♥️ EPISODE 10 &11

By praise isle.c.

Next morning

A convoy of red limousines glided to a stop in front of a towering, glass-encased skyscraper that eclipsed the surrounding buildings. The lead limo's door swung open, and Zayn emerged, his presence commanding the air around him.

His chiseled features and dark, scattered lashes seemed chiseled from the shadows themselves. A subtle tattoo peeked from beneath the collar of his tailored, crimson tuxedo, which hugged his lean physique with precision. A black stud glinted on his left eyebrow, adding an air of mystery to his already-intimidating aura.

With fluid, purposeful strides, Zayn traversed the distance to the entrance, his guards falling into step behind him. His gaze swept across the assembled workers, who bowed in unison as he passed. The managing director, too, inclined his head, eyes cast downward.

Without a word, Zayn entered the private elevator, which whisked him away to his office. Glass doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and he stepped inside, shedding his tuxedo to reveal a crisp, white dress shirt. He settled into the red, leather-upholstered chair, crossing one leg over the other with an air of quiet dominance.

Picking up the telecom, his low, husky voice sent a shiver through the receiver. "Mr. Racheal, send in the candidate files. I'll be watching the interviews from here." The telecom clicked back into place, leaving Racheal's face flushed deep red.

Casmir woke up earlier than usual, the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains like a gentle nudge. She stretched, her yawn morphing into a smile as she remembered today's agenda: cooking her signature Sichuan dish for her siblings. They had requested it, insisting it was a good luck charm for her upcoming interview. Those mischievous brats, she thought, chuckling to herself.

With a spring in her step, Casmir headed to the kitchen, her mind already racing with the recipe. She began by cleaning the chicken, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepared the veggies, scallions, and garlic. The aroma of fresh herbs filled the air, mingling with the sizzle of the stove as she marinated the chicken with salt and cooking oil.

Casmir's hands moved with precision as she cleaned the chicken, her fingers deftly removing feathers and excess fat. She stuffed the prepared veggies, scallions, and garlic into the chicken, the aroma of fresh herbs filling the air. With a gentle touch, she marinated the chicken with salt and cooking oil, the mixture glistening on the meat.

Next, she poured the chicken into a pot, adding warm water, seasoning cubes, and cooking wine. The liquid simmered, releasing a savory scent that mingled with the Sichuan peppercorns. As the mixture steamed, Casmir skimmed off excessive foam, her spoon clinking against the pot.

Brandon's eyes widened as he entered the kitchen, his nose twitching at the mouthwatering aroma. He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the almost-done chicken. "Sis, can I have some?" he asked, his voice laced with longing.

Casmir rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "You stink, go clean up and come down for breakfast." Brandon's face fell, but he knew better than to test his sister's patience.

"So mean" Brandon grumbled rushing upstairs

Casmir added various seasonings and chili peppers to the dish, her hands moving with purpose. She heated a special frying pan over medium heat, the blended oil sizzling as she added scallions, ginger, garlic, and Sichuan peppercorns. The mixture fried until fragrant, the red color deepening to perfection.

"Perfect," Casmir muttered, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She carefully set the breakfast on the dining table, the aroma wafting through the air.

DOMINGUEZ EMPIRE

Emeriel descended the spiral staircase, her sweatpants outfit accentuating her slender figure. She approached her mother, planting a gentle peck on her cheek. "Mom, good morning," she muttered, her voice husky.

Next, she glided over to her father, bestowing a similar peck on his cheek before settling into the dining chair. Her father, Tate, beamed at her, his eyes aglow with adoration. "Good morning, sweetie! How was your night?"

Emeriel's you smile illuminated the room, her teeth sparkling like diamonds. "I slept just fine," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of shyness.

Mr. Rogers, her father, gazed at her briefly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You look so happy; is there something I'm not aware of?" he asked, his tone playful.

Emeriel's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her smile faltering. Her mother, Tate, intervened, "Come on, Fred, don't tease her."

Fred sighed, his eyes never leaving Emeriel's face. "Don't be too hard on yourself. I can easily arrange a marriage between you two, since you like him that much," he grumbled, his voice laced with humor.

Emeriel's eyes widened in alarm, and she whispered urgently, "Dad, don't!"

Tate's expression turned puzzled. "But marriage will bring you even closer," she said, her voice gentle, as she grasped Emeriel's hands.

Emeriel forced a smile, her eyes clouding over. She knew why she might never be with Zayn – he was still deeply obsessed with his ex.

Fred's voice cut through her thoughts. "Fine, then I'll give him a call. He won't dare not offer you the job."

Emeriel's face brightened, and she said, "Thanks, Dad."

As she requested the fruit juice, her smile seemed sweet, but the maid sensed a hint of malice. Emeriel's leg shot out, deliberately colliding with the maid, causing her to spill the juice all over her body.

A loud slap echoed through the hall, followed by repeated resounding slaps. Emeriel's smile grew slyer, her eyes glinting with a sinister light.

Tate's voice rose in anger. "Are you stupid? If you're epileptic, get the hell out of here!"

The maid trembled, her hands shaking as she backed away. Emeriel rolled her eyes and headed back to her room to change her dress.

Tate's voice boomed again, "You know what? You're fired! No one can ever mess with my daughter!"..

.Casmir's face lit up with a bright smile as she gazed into the mirror, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was almost ready to take on the day, her preparation nearing its end. With a satisfied nod, she grabbed her flat shoes and headed to the sitting room, her long hair bouncing with each step.

As she entered the room, she twirled around, her skirt fluttering like a flower in bloom. "How do I look?" she asked, her voice singing with anticipation.

Odessa, seated on the couch, looked up from tying Olivia's shoelaces and beamed at Casmir. "Gorgeous and breathtaking, as always," she complimented, her voice sweet as honey.

Casmir's gaze drifted to her identical twin sisters, Olivia and Odessa, who looked adorable in their school uniforms. Their long, wavy hair was tied into ponytails, making them almost indistinguishable. The white socks and sneakers added a touch of innocence to their appearance.

A warmth spread through Casmir's chest as she took in the happy scene before her. Nothing made her happier than seeing her loved ones content and joyful.

"Hey, cupcake, how do I look?" Casmir asked Amira, who was looking cute in her own uniform.

Amira clapped her hands, her eyes shining with excitement. "Mom looks so hot!" she exclaimed.

Olivia chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in her voice. "You look good, big sis, but Emery, the don't angel, will be visiting you to do justice to your buttocks."

Mira's face scrunched up in a pout, her tiny voice ringing out in protest. "Then have you heard of the lie angel?"

The room erupted into laughter, with Casmir's giggles mingling with her sisters'. Emery, the little smart aleck, always knew how to bring joy to those around her.

As they sat down to eat, the chatter and laughter continued, filling the room with warmth and love. Brandon joined them minutes later, flashing a cute grin before digging into his food.

Casmir took a few hasty bites before glancing at the time. With a sudden rush, she grabbed her bag and stood up. "Take care of your sisters, Don, and make sure to send my baby to school," she called out, her voice trailing as she rushed out the door.

"Sis, good luck!" her siblings chorused, their voices following her out into the hallway.

Casmir smiled, blowing them kisses as she disappeared from view.

Casmir's feet barely touched the ground as she bounced down the stairs, her haste to leave evident in every step. But her momentum faltered when she saw him - Armani, sitting rigidly on the car bonnet like a harbinger of doom. Her chest thudded hard, as if her heart had skipped a beat.

Her palms grew sweaty, and her legs seemed to move of their own accord, carrying her straight to him. Armani's gaze flicked up, his eyes locking onto hers for a brief moment before he glanced at his sleek watch. "Seems you've made up your mind," his husky voice drawled.

Casmir's reply was barely audible, her voice breathless. "Ye...yes." She sighed inwardly, wondering if it was all worth it - the risk, the uncertainty - if only to ensure Olivia's surgery.

Armani held out a file, his eyes avoiding hers. "Sign here," he muttered, his slender finger extended, as if he couldn't bear to touch her. He still clutched a wet tissue, wiping his finger carefully, as if her touch might contaminate him.

Casmir's eyes widened, her mind racing. Did he truly despise her that much? She reviewed the files, her hands shaking slightly as she signed.

With a curt "Get lost," Armani pushed past her, driving away without a backward glance. Casmir stood frozen, absentminded, as she crossed the road, oblivious to the screeching cars and curses that greeted her.

It wasn't until a horn blared loudly that she snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Emeriel,sat in the car impatienly,she shook her head in utter disgust. "What's wrong with this i***t? If she wants to die, there are better ways to do so."

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