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So, yes, she knows for sure she'd lost him.

Feeling better, she walked into the bathroom, ran herself a warm bubble bath. Stepping into the bathtub, she relaxed and closed her eyes. Thoughts of him filled her head.

The man she's doing her very best to avoid is the only man her body reacts to. Not even the normal 'react' but a full brown slutty reaction that's completely abnormal for her.

She has lived and breathed her work for the past seven years, men just don't do it for her when it comes to her daily life. Yet, these past few days she has creamed her panties—according to him—more than she has ever done her whole life. Worst, she touching herself intimately a lot lately, another abnormality for her, and it's always the thoughts of him in her mind too whenever she indulges.

Heavens, whatever the hell is wrong with her? What is it about him that makes it all...different?

Afterward, wrapped in a towel, she walked back to the bedroom and put on her clothes.

Hours passed. She was trying so hard to sleep but couldn't.

Someone is watching her. Stalking her... Like a predator.

He is here. She can feel it.

So, she rose from the bed, making the only decision left for her.

CHAPTER 11. SASSY, SNEAKY FEMALE.

A week later...

NORMAN CITY, OKLAHOMA

Naturiah's Agricultural And Livestock Company. NAALC.

Ismena stood at the clearing of the huge familiar skyscraper of her workplace, staring at the abbreviation of the company, written in bold letters at the very top of it.

A very famous and successful company that has branches scattered all over the world, Ismena can still remember feeling like the happiest woman in the world when NAALC accepted her job application seven year ago. It was a dream come true.

She'd applied for it and several other lower agricultural companies, all her hope had been in the lower companies, but when the mostsuccessful agricultural company in the world accepted her job application and gave her an interview, she walked in cloud all day long.

All these years, she never regretted her job. Not even when it swallowed all her time, giving her little to no time for boys, fun, and relationships. Not even with her direct boss, Mr. Macdonald, being a first-class asshole that overworked her, badmouthed her every single time, and underpaid her. She never regretted it.

But, now she's on leave and she has less than seven weeks to live, so she knows there's no coming back to work.

Time to cross offTell Your Boss He's An Assholefrom her To-Do list.

Holding that thought, she began walking forward, taking her time to really look around. It's a very huge company, so there are many entranceways and lobbies. She hasn't followed this lobby is all the seven years she worked there because it's a complete different part from her department, but today there's no hurry at all. She can take a tour before going to her destination.

In the next few minutes that followed, she passed through several floors and passageways, inclining her head in greeting to everyone that was interested and ignoring the way some men stare back at her in admiration.

Ismena has long since made peace with the fact that most men find her attractive. It's not an ego booster or something, she tells herself just to feel good with herself, it's just there.

Her train of thought reminded her of a certain man who hates her, hunts her, and is probably pissed at her. Damn, she hasn't been able to forget him all week. And— A man bumped into her.

Hell, what is with her and bumping into people anyway?

"I'm so sorry about that." Deep velvet voice said to her as he pulled back, and she stepped back too.

"It's no problem at all," she looked up at the stranger, and almost swallowed her tongue. "Jesus Christ." He is HAWT!!! Very hawt!

"Is anything the matter?" Perfect brows creased in bafflement.

Why am I suddenly meeting all the hot men in the world when I'm dying? That's what is wrong. "Nothing. Everything is fine." She replied instead, smiling sweetly.

Dressed in black-tailored suit, impeccably crisp, grayish-brown eyes and jet black hair, the man is a very handsome, and purely masculine. Not like Big Bad Wolfe—that one is out of the world, but still.

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