That day

ARUSHI'S POV:-

The director led me  to a separate room, away from the hustle and bustle of the ceremony. As we approached, i  could see mr.louis  waiting inside, leaning against a table and staring out the window.

my heart skipped a beat as he turned towards me , his gaze locking onto her once again. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine, his intensity making me feel vulnerable and exposed.

The director motioned for me to enter the room, before closing the door behind me and leaving me alone with him. I  stood there for a moment, feeling inexplicably nervous, unsure of what to expect.

As soon as i was alone with him, i felt a wave of nerves overtake me. He hadn't said anything yet, simply watching me with that intense gaze of his, his expression unreadable.

The silence in the room was deafening, the only sound of the soft hum of the air conditioning. I tried to maintain my composure, but my palms were sweating and my stomach was churning with anxiety.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and steady. "Come closer," he said, gesturing for me to approach him.

" It's ok mr.louis I am fine " i said looking here and there avoiding his gaze .

He chuckled softly at my reluctance. "I won't bite, I promise," he said, gesturing again for me to approach him.

I took a cautious step forward, my  heart thudding in my chest. He seemed amused by my nervousness, his eyes studying my intently as i  approached.

Once i was a few feet away from him, he spoke again. "Come closer," he repeated, his voice a velvet caress.

I  took another small step forward, now standing mere inches away from him. I  could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the subtle scent of his aftershave. It was dizzying, making my head spin.

He reached out and took my  hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my  body. He held my  wrist lightly, his fingers tracing a slow circle on my  skin.

My eyes widened.wtf

His touch was both gentle and authoritative, his fingers strong and steady. I  couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine at his touch, my  body responding to him in ways i  couldn't understand.

"You look nervous," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Are you frightened of me?"

" No mr.louis why would I "?I said avoiding his gaze.

He chuckled again, a deep, rumbling sound that sent tingles down my spine. "You're a terrible liar," he said, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on my  wrist.

" Mr.louis , what are you doing?" I said but this time looking at him .

He smiled at me I don't know why a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Just getting a closer look at you," he said, his gaze roaming over my face, taking his time to study my  features.

"You're  quite beautiful when you're nervous," he added, his voice dropping to a low, velvety murmur. "Your cheeks flush, your eyes widen, your lips . . . ."

His gaze flicked down to my lips, and i could feel my heart leap into my  throat. I had never been looked at so intently, had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. My lips tingled, as if anticipating his touch.

He chuckled again, the sound low and dangerous. He leaned closer, his head tilted to the side, his eyes fixed on my lips. "Your lips," he repeated, his voice a whisper. "So soft, so pink, so . . . kissable."

My breath hitched in my throat as he spoke, my mind reeling from the implications of his words. Why was he talking about my lips like that? Why was he standing so close, his touch sending fire through my veins?

"Have you ever been kissed before?" he asked suddenly, his gaze was still fixed on my lips.

" No "

His expression darkened, his eyes taking on a possessive, almost predatory look. "No?" he repeated, his voice a soft growl. "That's a crime. You're far too beautiful to have never been kissed."

My heart was fluttering now, my body humming with anticipation. I could feel his breath on my skin, smell his scent enveloping me.This was dangerous, so dangerous, and yet she couldn't pull away.

He leaned in even closer, his face just a few inches away from mine."If you were mine," he whispered, his voice low and intense, "I'd kiss you every day. And every night. I wouldn't be able to get enough of you."

I couldn't breathe, my world spinning in a dizzying rush as his words washed over me. I should pull away, should break this spell he had woven around me, but i was frozen in place, captivated by his gaze and the heat radiating off his body.

"Would you like that?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower, a dangerous edge to it now. "Would you like it if I kissed you right now?"

And I pulled away suddenly,this is so wrong, what was I doing?.

The male character seemed momentarily startled by my sudden movement, his eyes widening in surprise. He didn't let go of my wrist though, keeping his grip firm but gentle.

"Why did you pull away?" he asked, his voice still quiet but with a hint of irritation now.

" Mr.louis why did you call me here ?" I said.

He let go of my wrist and took a step back, his expression now calm and controlled. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, studying mine with a cool, appraising look.

"I asked the director to bring you to me," he said simply. "There are some things I need to discuss with you."

He gestured for me to take a seat in a chair nearby, his expression unreadable. "I have a proposition for you," he said.

"But first," he continued, his gaze locking onto hers, "I want you to answer a question for me."

He studied me  for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if he was sizing me  up. "What do you think of me?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and commanding.

" What do you mean by that?" I said in confusion.

He chuckled, his expression amused. "It's not a difficult question," he said. "I want to know what you think of me."

I felt a tinge of nervousness at his directness, but i tried to keep my  composure. "I... I think you're someone who is used to being in charge," i said slowly. "You're confident, charismatic, but also a bit... intense."

He raised an eyebrow, seeming amused by my answer. "Intense, huh?" he said with a smirk. "I suppose that's one way to put it. Go on."

My heart was pounding again, but i  tried to keep my voice steady. "You're also... intimidating," she admitted. "I'm not sure what to make of you, to be honest."

I  swallowed hard, my heart racing in my chest. What did he want from me? She felt like I  was being tested, like he was trying to gauge my reaction to him. "I... I don't know what you want me to say," i said, my  voice small and shaky.

He took a step towards me , his eyes locked onto mine again. "I want the truth," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to know what you truly think of me. Good, bad, indifferent, I don't care. Be honest."

A shiver ran down my spine as he closed the distance between them, towering over me  as I sat in the chair. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and i  felt a strange mix of fear and longing in my chest.

"You scare me," i whispered, the words tumbling out involuntarily. "I don't know why, but just being near you makes me feel... flustered and confused. You're so..." I trailed off, searching for the right word.

He reached out suddenly, tucking a strand of hair behind my  ear, his touch gentle but firm. It sent a jolt of electricity through me , and I couldn't suppress a shiver.

"I  know what makes you tick," he said, his fingers trailing down my jawline, tracing a path to my chin. "What buttons do I have to push to get you to reveal yourself to me."

I  felt like I  was hypnotized, his touch sending my  mind spiraling in a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything other than the feel of his fingers on my skin, the heat of his body so near to mine.

He tilted her chin up, making me  look directly into his eyes. "I know everything about you," he whispered, his voice a hypnotically low rumble. "Every secret, every fear, every... desire."

"Do you know what I want right now?" he asked, his voice a velvety whisper. "Do you know what I really want to do to you, right now in this moment?"

I  couldn't form words, my mind too muddled by his presence, by the heat of his touch. I could only shake my head, my heart hammering in my chest.

He moved even closer, so close that i  could feel his breath ghosting over my  lips. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his words sending a tingle of excitement through me . "Every inch of you. I want to devour you, to make you mine."

He brought his lips to my ear, his breath warm against my  skin. "But first," he whispered, his words a soft, tantalizing promise, "I need to hear you say yes."

" No"

He froze, his body tense as he took a step back. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, followed by a hint of anger. "No?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low.

I took a shaky breath, my  heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. "I... I can't," I  whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I won't."

His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing to slits. "And why the hell not?" he snapped, his voice cold and commanding.

"I... I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost," i  said, her voice shaky but firm. "I'm not just a pretty face you can use and discard whenever you please."

He stared at me  for a moment, disbelief etched on his face. "You think I'm just trying to use you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Is that what you think I'm doing here?"

I didn't respond, but my expression said it all. I  didn't trust him, didn't believe that he was sincere in his intentions. He huffed in irritation, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

" I don't even know you " i said.

He laughed at me then said " ohh my darling you think I don't know you huh ?"" We both know each other ".

I flinched at his sudden movement, my  heart skipping a beat. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He took a step towards me , his eyes locked onto mine  again, his gaze intense and focused. "I know more about you than you think," he said, his voice a low, possessive murmur.

Someone knocked on the office door before entering, his  eyes widening slightly as he  took in the scene before them. He cleared his  throat nervously, feeling the tension crackle in the air.

No way what he is doing here.

" What are you doing here?" I asked  .

The man looked taken aback by the question, but he tried to keep his composure. "I have some documents that Mr. Louis asked me to deliver to him," he  replied, gesturing to a folder in his  hand.

" Wait it can't be true ,no no no ,is he your secretary?" I asked mr.louis .

God please it can't happen.

"Yes, I am his personal secretary," the secretary said, his voice professional and neutral, carefully avoiding looking directly at mr.louis .

" S- so it was you that ni..night who helped me" i asked .

The revelation hung in the air, creating an even tenser atmosphere. The secretary's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and alarm passing through them as he realized that their identity had been discovered.

Mr. Louis met my  gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me. There was a beat of silence as he seemed to consider my  question, his expression stoic but his eyes betraying a hint of wariness.

"Yes," he finally answered, his voice low and steady. "I was the one who helped you that night."

"So are you gonna blackmail me for what happened that night ?" I said looking scared now.

Mr. Louis's expression darkened slightly as he heard my  words. "No," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "I'm not going to use what happened that night against you. I don't play those kinds of games."

"Then why are you here ?"i shouted.

Mr. Louis leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on my  face. "I'm here because I want to offer you a deal," he said simply.

Mr. Louis's lips curled into a small, almost dangerous smile. "I have a proposition that could benefit us both," he said, his voice a low, persuasive murmur.

Mr. Louis leaned forward, propping his elbows on his desk, his gaze never leaving her face. "I want to hire you," he said bluntly. "As my personal assistant."

My eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by his unexpected offer. "I... what?" she stammered, my mind trying to process his words.

I  was floored, unsure of how to respond. Working for him sounded both exciting and terrifying, and yet, there was a part of me  that was strangely intrigued by the proposition.

"But I'm curious," he continued, leaning back in his chair again, "what makes you think I'd use what happened between us to my advantage?"

"What I did that night was horrible "I said looking down.

Mr. Louis's expression softened slightly as he heard my words, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "Perhaps," he said, his voice gentler now. "But everyone makes mistakes. I'm not here to judge you for yours."

"How do you know I am trustworthy ?"i asked in confusion.

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