Debt of Desire

Chapter Five

Andrea’s POV

I didn’t expect Corvin to have a remorseful bone in his body. But he surprisingly showed more empathy than I thought he’d be capable of.

But then I began to wonder why he was acting that way. People didn’t just change their attitudes towards others for no reason. And I felt he had an ulterior motive. But I could hardly dwell on that, as I had to focus on getting my father’s firm back. He had spent too many years on it for it to go to waste.

I heard a knock on my door, and I went to open it. It was a guard in a suit with a box in his hands.

“From the boss,” he said, and handed me the box.

I looked at it skeptically, and then took it from him. There was a picture of a phone on the front of the box. And when I opened it I found a brand-new phone inside, and I was taken aback.

It rang suddenly and I answered it.

“Hello?” I asked hesitantly.

“This is Corvin. I've equipped this phone with a SIM card, so you can have phone calls from now on. You'll need a mobile device if you hope to become CEO,” he said warmly.

Why had he changed so much towards me?

“Good morning Corvin. Where do we begin?” I asked.

“I’ve set up a meeting with the board to discuss the latest decision as to who would be chairman. It’s in an hour. We need to know everyone who genuinely wants us gone and everyone who simply wants what’s best for the company. That way, we know who to fire when you get control.”

“An hour? But I’m not ready yet.”

“You don’t have to worry. Just clean up, and wait for my package. It should get you ready for the meeting.” The line went dead.

His package? What did he mean?

I obeyed and cleaned up as he had asked, and put on some light makeup. Four minutes later, there was a knock on my door. It was the same guard as before.

He handed me a hanger with a long bag hanging from it. It was a dress. He had got me a dress.

I quickly locked the door, and opened the bag. There was a suit inside that matched me perfectly. But how could he have known my exact measurements? I tossed the thought aside and put it on. It accentuated my figure perfectly.

As though aware that I was ready, a knock came through the door. I walked up to it.

“The boss is waiting downstairs.” The guard said flatly.

I packed my things and headed down. Corvin was waiting in the main lounge and stopped to stare at me for a while after seeing me. It made me feel self-conscious.

“What?” I asked, checking myself to ensure there was nothing out of place.

“It’s nothing,” he said, returning to his usual cynical tone. “Let’s go.”

We arrived at the firm to meet the entire board waiting for us. We both took our seats, and I began.

“The last time we were all here, a decision was made that contradicted my wishes. I'm sure it contradicts my father’s wishes as well. I would like for a new election to be held, to determine the new chairman of the board.”

“What makes you feel you’re so ready? Why should we trust you to be able to keep running this place when you were hardly even alive in the last meeting?” Alfred Butler countered.

He and my father had never met eye to eye. But my father couldn’t get rid of him, because he held a fifteen percent stake in the company.

“I apologize for my state the last time I was here. I was going through a lot. But I’m past that now. I'm ready to take over,” I responded.

“And what makes you think I’ll just hand the CEO over to you?” Gregory Thompson asked.

“Because it’s rightfully mine.” I responded calmly.

“Your dad’s dead, sweetheart. We both have a twenty percent stake in the company. Making us even. I’ve been chosen by the board as the person most fit to lead it. So who your father is doesn’t mean s**t anymore,” he said, emotionlessly.

After half an hour of conversation, another election was held and Thompson won again.

Corvin then stood up and said, Well, it appears we have all we want. Good day gentlemen,” he said and walked out. I followed behind him.

He said nothing throughout this meeting. Everyone was not sure why someone as big as him was sitting at the board instead of just selling his shares and forgetting it. But while they were wary of him, they maintained their savvy business air.

“What do we do now?” I asked, as we entered the elevator.

“We work toward drafting a list of the people most likely to sell their shares and when we have enough, we fight back.”

We spent the whole afternoon in his den making the necessary phone calls and doing the paperwork. By evening, Corvin had bought thirty percent worth of shares, leaving him with thirty-five percent of the company.

“I guess we can take care of Thompson now,” I said, as I slouched back in my chair.

“I guess we can,” he said, and stared at me.

Our eyes met, and that nervousness hit me again.

“What are you looking at?” I asked, chuckling nervously.

“So far, I’ve been unable to find flaws in you, Andrea. You’re smart, beautiful, resilient. Perfect even,” he said, and drew close to me.

There was a strange feeling in the air and I felt my p***y begin to get wet.

“What are you trying to say, Corvin?” I asked, not backing off. I wanted him.

He placed his palm on my face and caressed it gently. I rubbed my face against his palm. I loved the feel of his strong masculine hands. He brought his face closer to mine, and then his phone rang. Some sort of thickness to the air was suddenly broken, as he answered the call.

“Okay. Okay, that’s great news. I’ll share it with her immediately.”

He turned to me.

“The board has agreed to a third meeting. We will take back your father’s firm tomorrow.”

“That’s great news,” I said, less excited than I thought.

I went to bed that night, and all I could think and dream about was Corvin.