Narrator's POVIt felt heartbreaking to be dancing like she was, only to be getting a look of disgust, but little did she know that it was the other way round. The look on his face wasn’t because he didn’t like her dancing steps, but he was only disgusted in himself for wanting to take her forcefully from that pole and bang her right on the table. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted in himself for wanting the same lady who his aim was to deal with her and nothing more. He watched her dance seductively with little to no smile on her face, and yet she looked so beautiful and so fucking irresistible that it hurts to even think about. He was meeting with Mr. Ferrari and Fields who were strong forces in the mafia world and he needed them to team up with his group. He didn’t trust Mr. Ferrari and his people, but to him, it was safer to keep the enemies close to him, and right under his watch, and everything was going well until she walked through that door. He couldn’t bring himself to

Elena’s POVI hadn’t really expected Mark to be nice to me here, knowing fully well that I had ignored him totally that night, but he was being overly nice and sweet as though we have been friends for ages, and I suddenly felt guilty for acting that way on that unfortunate night. Well seems like I got what I deserved, because on the same night, I had the most embarrassing experience of my life, and yet he didn’t seem ready to question me about what had transpired that might, between their boss and I, and I was totally grateful about that, because I had no excuse cooked up for that night. As he chatted heartily about his wishes that I would be employed so that we could get to hang out together, my eyes swept to the guy from earlier. He held an unreadable look on his face, but his eyes seemed hold a strong warning, which I realized was directed to Mark; and just as I have guessed, Mark looked at him and suddenly fell silent which was very suspicious. I stared at him for a long time

Elena’s POVA long silence settled among us, well let me rephrase that, he returned to what ever the hell he was doing with his laptop and left me standing there like an idiot. Stupid rotten beast, I will so feed your soul to the birds of the air and make sure that……..Why are you still standing there glaring at me? He suddenly asked, and that brought me back from my dream land, he must have caught me staring when I was cursing him deep down. I don’t know what to do, sir. I said the last part with a note of mockery which I am guessing he noticed, because he glared at me for a short while. Then stand there and do nothing. I’m sorry, what? I asked in disbelief, but he gave me a mouth shutting look, and I instantly went numb, and watched him continue with whatever he was doing. Surprisingly, I stood there watching him for some minutes, watching him ignore my presence totally as he went on with whatever he was doing. My temper started rising while I kept trying to subdue it with the t

Elena’s POVSo tell me about yourself Elena. He said while eating still and I involuntarily took a deep breath. This is one topic I hate to talk about, and I am not planning to start telling this total stranger anything about me. I smiled at him as I took another bite from my snack.There is nothing interesting about me Damian, I better not bore you with my stupid and boring story. Your story can never be boring, I want to hear it. He smiled flirting. Why don’t you tell me about yourself instead? I said Immediately after with a charming smile which I was sure he couldn’t resist, and yeah he opened up to me. I am Damian Prinkstone, the only son of the Prinkstone's, and the sole heir to the second most riches company in the world, after Vincent’s of course. He said and I gasped in surprise. Your kidding. I said in disbelief and he nodded.Yes I am. He said and we had a good laugh on that. After we were done laughing, he smiled and told me.Ok, I might have over exaggerated, I am jus

Elena's POVIt certainly is not everyday that your ass of a boss tells you to come closer after you had practically bathed him with hot coffee, so no one should blame me for feeling this scared.I stood there unable to move. I needed to be sure that I heard him correctly, and when he looked up again to look at me, I didn’t need any other person to make me know that he wasn’t joking. Why are my afraid again? I asked myself deeply. This morning, I had planned to return his aggression with one of my own, and now am here practically afraid to take a few steps closer to where he was sitting. Terrific. That’s possibly because you spilled hot coffee on him. My inner mind whispered, and I blotted it out. Taking a deep breath, I took three steps closer to him, and was only few steps away from his table. He looked at me as though I was stupid, before he waved me over with a cold look on his face. Don’t be afraid of him Elena, he can never be as scary as your father, and yet you stoo