Page 87 of Darkest Deception

Having Helia’s eyes on me the whole night, every time I was scared in the movie, a soft touch from Helia would calm me knowing he is here. Despite the harshness that surrounds him, despite the danger and the havoc, he quietens my mind like no other.

I shouldn’t feel like this with him.

His eyes, they haunt me, warn me that he will kill me with his bare hands if he has to, and that doesn’t even begin to cover the psychotic tendencies he has. Pleasing people, a gentleman to others, all while hiding a psychopath personality under it all.

Helia is the definition of chaos.

Of the deadliest serpent.

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I walk into the office, and I cannot hide the small smile on my face, knowing that Aurora isn’t as angry nor as detached from me as before. I don’t know if sending her a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note would suffice.

I should tell her that I am thankful she decided to take this step towards me.

So I do.

I buy a beautiful argyle pink diamond tennis bracelet with a rose bouquet and decide to drop it off myself rather than have someone else do so for me. Happy with my idea, I get started on the tasks for today.

My stomach dips every time someone opens a door. I keep thinking Helia will walk out, that he will look at me with dark, heated eyes and I will fall apart.

He will lean over to touch me, and I will lose all control. But that will never happen. Internally, I may be breaking and not knowing how to control my emotions, but on the outside, I am keeping my composure.

“Ambrose, my office. Now.”

My head snaps up towards Helia’s office. He is standing in the doorway of his office, his expression blank of any emotions.

Fear wraps around my throat.

What is it?

What have I done?

I try to remember if I let anything slip through, but I can’t seem to think of anything.

Getting up, I take a deep breath, putting on a brave face, and walk right past him into his office.

I will stand my ground if anything happens.

I am Ambrose Torre.

And I do not back down from any challenge.

“Whatever stupid mistake you may have found—” I turn around and bump into Helia. He is standing right in front of me. Not a single inch of space between us.

I look up at him, filled with determination, ready to fight him, but I stagger at the softness in his eyes. His brows are pulled down, a crinkle in his eyes as passion swirls in those maddening eyes of his.

“Are you going to call this a mistake, too?”

My brows twist in a frown. “Call what a mistake?”

His hand snakes around my waist and pulls me to him. I push at his chest, but getting him to let me go is like trying to bend metal with my bare hands. It won’t work.

So I give up, huffing, as I look back up at him.

“What happened last night, Ambrose?” His voice is hard, commanding.

He wants no lies.

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