Precious_1

Cheated on by her fiancé weeks before their wedding, Sara, vowed to never love again. Men could not be trusted, especially with a woman's heart. She had made the mistake once, and that was more than enough for her. Never again would she make the same mistake to give her heart to another. 

But her resolve began to waver when she came across her new boss, Alexander Legend, a man whose reputation in his expertise and ruthlessness in business preceded him. Respected and feared by many, but to Sara, he was an annoying pest she wished she never met. Too persisted for her liking yet, she finds herself falling, slowly melting in his presence. Getting used to his stolen kisses and hugs and sometimes anticipating them. 

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“You will fall for me, Sara. One day, I'll have your heart too,” Alex drawled. His voice had a seductive allure that had her heart racing. The fact that his hand was leisurely resting around her waist didn't help her either.

“Try as much as you want to,” despite her body begging for his touch, Sara was determined to reject him today and any other day. She couldn't make the same mistake again. “You won't succeed in your seduction. NOT NOW. NOT EVER.” 

Alex smirked, kissed behind her ear and her body trembled, much to his satisfaction. That was all he needed to keep purising the stubborn woman in his arms right now. “We shall see, Miss Ambrose,” he cooed and then released her. He returned to his seat and asked in a professional tone. “What is my schedule for today?”

Melting Her Cold Heart

Meanwhile, a pair of eyes never left Sara the whole time. They watched her intensely and noticed her every action and once in a while talking to the earpiece on his ear and withdrew back to avoid being noticed.

As the number of people present dwindled, Sara began feeling the gaze on her. She turned around and looked but couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, but her sixth sense was on high alert.

"Is everything all right?" Alex, who had noticed the slight change in her demeanor, asked and, studying her expression for any form of discomfort.

"I feel watched, and I can't tell where it's coming from," she said in a whisper tone and drew closer to him, feeling her sense of security return along with the hand that snaked around her waist and the warmth of his body.

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