Dear readers,
A new chapter had been added to the collection of chapters of my book, The billionaire's rival. If you haven't read it already, then what are you waiting for?!
Preview;)
Samara ripped her eyes away from the dark clouds visible through the nearby window to the digital panel displayed above the elevator doors. The elevator was still four floors above and she was already getting impatient. She had a storm to avoid.
After what seemed like forever, when the doors pinged open, she hurriedly took a step towards the elevator, but stopped immediately as she registered the insides of it.
“What's wrong, Ms.-” The only person inside, a man with an ever too familiar jaw line and facial features, Jack said. His raven hair which seemed longer than she had remembered, looked a little damp from the front. “-Samara Martin?”
His lips tugged upward into a small smile as he stared at her challengingly. He looked like he had just walked right out of a television talk show, where she had often seen him talking about how ‘love was a load of crap,’ with a mischievous smile and eyes full of pain. She bit her lower lip before parting her lips.
“Nothing,” She heard herself say with feigned confidence as she stepped into the elevator.
Suddenly as his expensive colon, from a different brand, stimulated her nervous system he was no longer familiar to her. He used to use a much milder colon where the smell of musk was soothing to her nostrils.
As the elevator descended two floors down silently without opening, she wondered why he was acting calm and collected. It was unlike the time she had first seen him, when he had verbally lashed out at her. As the elevator descended four floors down she had wished the elevator walls were glass instead of metal for, she felt claustrophobic.
She was standing further away from him, her eyes fixed on her phone as a distraction. And when the elevator jolted to a halt abruptly, she looked up startled. Jack was standing by the panel and she saw how the emergency stop button was glowing in red. Even before she could respond to his actions, he had walked towards her.
In two of his long strides he was standing in front of her, one of his hands pressing her shoulder against the elevator’s cold metal. His other hand was curled around her neck.
“L-let go,” She stuttered as she stared in to his eyes, which were a dark abyss. An abyss she had always dreamt falling endlessly in, during the years they've been apart.
But now that she could see them up close, she no longer recognized the owner of the dark cold eyes.
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