Part 8

Marsha stepped as fast as she could to get out of the big building. She was still in shock to find the same man as the man on that night, the night she lost her honor. Marsha really couldn't understand why she could meet him again. Even now Marsha doesn't care about her job. She didn't want to work under the man's tutelage, she wouldn't.

She also passed a room where she was supposed to have a meeting to determine her shooting schedule. Meanwhile, her right hand was still busy calling Hans, who had been very difficult to contact, unlike usual.

"HANS?!" Marsha shouted when she heard Han's voice greeting on the other side.

"Sorry i woke up late. So, i can't take you to the office."

"Forget about your recklessness. I didn't call you for that. Do you know who the Stanford Group CEO is?" she asked and was still walking fast. She wanted to leave this huge building immediately.

"Yes, i know. Alland Ray Stanford. Shouldn't you know too?" Hans answered on the other side in his hoarse voice, typical of someone who just woke up.

Marsha growled at that. "Why didn't you tell me first?!"

"You didn't ask. After all, since when did you care? You always accept those offers without wanting to know who the boss called you." The answer was that Marsha was able to catch the sound of someone drinking a glass of water from the other side.

"There he is. I care! Do you know who he is? He's a jerk who took---" Marsha stopped her sentence when she realized she was almost caught in a very big problem.

Considering Hans also didn't know her relationship with the CEO of this company.

What are you talking about, stupid!

"What? What did he take from you?" Hans insisted that Marsha longer continue her sentence. That woman must be thinking on the other end of the line, Hans thought.

"Ah, no. He just--"

This time it wasn't Marsha who stopped her words, but someone who called her name just a few steps behind her.

"MARSHA!"

"Hey, Marsha, what exactly are you doing? What do you want to say? Aren't you supposed to have a meeting this morning?" Hans asked Marsha after question which made him lose focus.

Marsha wasn't even listening anymore and she didn't intend to answer either, so she ended the connection unilaterally.

"Where do you think you're going?" cynical Alland who was already in front of Marsha.

Marsha held her breath for a moment, why was this man following her?

"Me? Of course, i want to meet your people. We'll determine the shooting schedule." Marsha replied lying.

Determine the shooting schedule she said? Seriously. Even just to set her feet back on the floor of this building she will never again.

Alland raised an eyebrow with a grin. "Really? The room is over there and i saw you walking past. Aren't you planning on running away?" Alland's sarcasm sounded so scary.

Marsha grimaced hearing that, she did intend to run away.

"No. Why would i run away? That's very unprofessional." the answer is trying to be a professional artist in front of the man.

There was no way she could immediately say that she intended to cancel the work contract because Alland would have known that she had remembered all the events on the night 5 months ago.

Alland laughed sarcastically at that. "You're talking professionally. Then let me show you to your room," he said he was about to grab Marsha's arm, but Marsha quickly stepped back.

"No. I can go alone."

"No. No. You're new here. I'll drop you off, they'll tolerate your tardiness if you're with me." said Alland who refused Marsha's request that he would go alone.

"You think i'm stupid, little bear?" his mind laughed with satisfaction seeing Marsha's fear when he was about to take Marsha to the meeting room.

"I have to wait for my manager first!" Marsha replied who had raised her voice. She panicked because Alland kept refusing her words.

"I called him. Said you could start without him, he's on his way." Alland answered carelessly.

"Just look at you, Hans!" Marsha's mind growled.

"Is it proper for someone like me to walk over and hold your hand? Come on, these hideous stares will pierce my body." Marsha said off-topic.

She didn't want that meeting, because until that happened she couldn't leave the company.

"What are you talking about. Aren't you an artist? They'll look at you in awe and might think we're the perfect match in bed." Alland answered with an ambiguous sentence.

Marsha rolled her eyes hearing Alland's last sentence. Why did that man say things like that so easily?!

"Please heed your words, sir." he hissed.

Alland just shrugged nonchalantly. "We're already late. Come on!" he said quickly grabbing Marsha's arm before she turned around again.

"Hey, let go!" Marsha rebelled to be released.

"You can't run anymore."

"I'm not running! Let me go, bastard!" she shouted back in revolt, but Alland didn't care.

He had waited a long time for this and he didn't want to lose this woman again.

Marsha smiled faintly when Alland stopped his steps. She thought Alland would let her go, but she was wrong. Alland instead pulled her hips and hugged her tightly. This didn't escape the eyes of the people there who were watching their intimacy.

What intimacy?! They couldn't see that Alland was smiling like a devil!

"You may not remember, but i'll always remind you until you're sick of yourself. Ah, i forgot. Don't call me an asshole again, because i remember you moaning my name very sexy that night." he said who had returned to bring Marsha walking again.

Don't forget the closeness of the two because Alland was so reluctant to let go of his arm that was wrapped around Marsha's hips.

Marsha growled in annoyance. "What do you want? You talk like we've done that adult scene!" she said as she looked at Alland angrily.

Alland laughed loudly at that. "Yes, we did. Did you forget or pretend to forget?"

"I never did that disgusting thing with you!"

"Disgusting? Which part can you call disgusting when you so greedily eat mine down there," he said in a sensual tone that made Marsha's cheeks blush.

"Damn it! Did he just say something disgusting like that?" she said annoyed in her heart.

"I warned you, bastard!" Marsha cursed not like that.

The more angry Marsha got, the happier Alland would be to tease and make her angry.

"You still don't remember? Well, i understand. There's no need to rush, i already said that i would help you to remember." said Alland again who stopped in his tracks in front of the silver door, so did Marsha.

"I still won't remember, because i'm not that woman. You've got the wrong person." Marsha said maintaining her pride.

Before the hand reached for the door to open, Alland brought his face closer to the side of Marsha's face. The closeness made Marsha hold her breath again.

"Don't play with me. I warned you," he whispered in his sexy voice, then they walked together into the meeting room.

Damn it! Why does Alland's voice always sound so sexy to her ears!

Maybe Marsha should check her ears after this. Yes, she should.

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