Page 40 of Forbidden Deception

He looks into my eyes with such powerful force that I feel breathless.

“Thanks for the card. I’m leaving now. If I stay any longer, something will happen, whether you like it or not, and it will ruin everything.” He gets up and walks to the door.

I rush after him.

“Wait, Rafael, wait.”

He is by the door when I grab hold of his arm.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, taking a step closer.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

“Is everything okay?” I ask again.

“No. And, Venezia?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t you fucking dare walk outside dressed like that.” Then he slams the door on his way out.

I quickly hop over to the mirror on the wall and see my cheeks flushed, a pink tint to my chest, and my breasts basically spilling out of my crop top.

I take a step closer, and my mouth drops open at how they bounce.

I didn’t think it was this visible.

No wonder Rafael walked out.

He was hot and bothered, just like me.

Is it normal for an assistant to feel so intimately attracted to her boss? A boss she is supposed to betray soon?

A slam makes me jump. I spin towards the front door to find Danyi grinning while holding two white bags up in the air. She steps inside and shuts the door with her foot.

“Surprise?” She grins wider, like she didn’t just give me a heart attack. “Oh, don’t look so shocked. I just bumped into the door, and it opened. You need to lock them. Never know when someone could walk in.” She shrugs, placing the two bags on the kitchen counter to her left.

“How did you—”

“The personal profile of yours. When Mr Gustav asked about your absence, I realised I should give you a visit, too. Don’t tell him I am here right now though.” She unpacks the bags and pulls out four takeaway boxes.

“Soup for you, princess.” She winks at me, making me laugh.

I head towards her, Rafael’s presence a fleeting moment in my mind now.

“Some pasta. I’m not sure if you like pasta? So, I bought you fried chicken. No one says no to that, right?”

My heart swells at her kindness. She plates the food and doesn’t let me help her.

“Now all you need to do is relax, stay patient with me because I don’t know where things in your apartment are and before you ask, yes I took the rest of my day off too to help you,” my eyes water at her words but I hold them in.

“Water?” she asks, looking at my empty glass. Then she’s rushing to pour me some.

“Let me get you tissue.” She leaps out of her chair and runs to grab the box when I spill my water on my shirt.

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