Chapter 3 Advances
BECCA'S POV
It's been two weeks of working in the Simmons Conglomerate, two weeks of trying my best to avoid my boss.
My hot attractive boss at that.
Sometimes, I'd feel him staring at me. He watched me when I was working, when I went to take coffee, and even when I had to use the printer. And he tried bringing up small talk.
But whenever he did, I politely turned him down. I knew what he wanted and after Asher, I didn't want a relationship.
Especially one with my boss.
There was already gossip going around that I slept my way to being his secretary. Especially because of the gifts that have been arriving. Right now, I was staring at a beautiful bouquet of roses. Besides it is a gift box and he sent them.
I immediately took the items and went to his office. I knocked and heard his voice.
“Come in, Becca.” I opened the door to find him concentrating on whatever he was doing on his laptop. He had removed his suit jacket and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck. His sleeves had been folded to his elbow and I could see he had tattoos that started from his wrists and disappeared into his shirt.
And yes, he wore glasses. He looked fucking eatable right now. I felt my body grow weak at the sight of him. He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing on the flowers and the gift box in my hands.
“May I help you, Becca?” He said and suddenly, I regained composure.
“Yes, Mr. Simmons. I received these.”
“And?”
“They're beautiful Sir, but with all due respect, I can accept these.” I told him, watching his blank expression.
“Why can't you accept it?”
“Because, I don't need anything from you Sir aside from my paycheck.” I tell him and he stands up and walks towards me, stopping just a few inches from me. I could smell his scent and it was intoxicating.
“You're against me courting you, Becca. Why?”
“You're my boss. I don't want people to see me as a whore that slept her way to the top. Plus, I'm not ready for a relationship yet. I'm sorry, but I can't accept these.” I tell him, handing the items to him but he doesn't move to get them.
“Is someone calling you a whore, Becca?”
“No. I'm not cut out for drama and you scream drama. I don't want that.” He nods.
“I understand. But you can't leave those here though. I have no one else to give them to. At least, take the gift box.” He tells me, and somehow, a part of me screams to take it. But I know I can't.
I shake my head quietly, moving past him and placing the items on his mini desk.
“I'm sorry, but I can't take them.” I told him. Our relationship is purely business, nothing more, nothing less, Mr. Simmons and I would like it to remain that way.” His eyes narrowed but he didn't respond.
I quickly walked out of his office, fearing my traitorous body would go back and accept the gifts.
I was not interested in a relationship with him, or anyone else for that matter.
Asher made sure of that.
Days flew by and I noticed he kept his distance, he was still attentive but the gifts stopped coming and I felt kind of sad. I mean, I didn't want them but I felt like he gave up too easily. I know, I'm crazy.
We had a huge project coming up and we spent hours working together. Tonight, we worked and forgot that everyone had left the building. It was almost midnight when I checked the time, not to mention, it was raining heavily.
I heard a soft knock on my office door and turned to see him. He looked so disheveled. His usual sleek back hair was tousled and he was holding his suit jacket in one hand.
“It's almost midnight, Becca. You can stop working now.” As if on cue, I yawned and he chuckled.
“Come on, I'll drop you home.”
“It's not a problem, Sir. I can walk.” I told him, refusing the offer because I didn't trust my body around him. It didn't help that I have been sexually inactive for months now and all I wanted was a release.
“It's almost midnight, I'd be crazy if I let you walk. If it's not far, then I'll drop you off.” There was no point in arguing with him so I just nodded.
I gathered my things and followed him to his private elevator. When we got to the parking lot, he opened the door to his Porsche for me and I entered. Then, he leaned in to help me with my seatbelt and I swear my core clenched.
Then, he closed my door and moved to the driver's seat. I noticed his bodyguards weren't with him.
“Where are your bodyguards, Mr. Simmons?”
“I wanted to drive alone tonight, with you. So I told them to leave.” He said. “Where do you live?”
“Weaver's Street. It's just around the corner.”I told him and he nodded. We drove in silence until we got to my house. He immediately pulled over, got out of his seat and came to my door. He opened the door for me as I stepped out. The rain had stopped a few minutes ago.
“Thank you for the ride, Sir.” I told him.
You're welcome, Becca.” We stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime, before he led me to my
door.
“Goodnight, Becca.”
“Night.” I gave him a small nod, opened my door and entered my dark house.
Suddenly, I felt as if there was someone in my house. I moved cautiously to the kitchen when a masked figure grabbed me.
I screamed immediately and fought him hard. He overpowered me in minutes as I let out another scream. Suddenly, the door was kicked open as Mark rushed in and pushed my attacker off me.
“How fucking dare you lay your hands on her?” Mark said, seething. He lunged at the masked figure, delivering blow after blow. The masked man managed to slip from Mark's grasp and attacked him with a knife.
“Mark, look out.”
I screamed again as I saw that he had successfully stabbed Mark's shoulder with the blade. He managed to slip out before Mark's bodyguards came.
I ran towards him, tearing off my jacket and applying pressure on the wound. Luckily, it wasn't that deep and then, I started crying.
“I'm so sorry. You got hurt because of me.” I said, sobbing. His bloody hands came up to my face and touched my cheek.
“I'm alright, Angel. It's just a scratch.” His bodyguard helped him sit on my couch as I rummaged for my first aid kit.
I finally found it and treated his wound. Like I said before, the wound wasn't that deep. Mark stared at me the whole time I was treating his wound, not breaking eye contact once.
Once I was done, he stood up.
“Are you sure you're alright?” I asked him and he nodded.
“It was barely a scratch, Becca. I'm alright.” He said, smiling at me.
“You need a hospital.”
“I'll call my family doctor.” He looked around my house. “Come home with me, Becca. You're not safe here.” He suggested but I immediately shook my head to say no.
“I can't do that.” I replied. “It was just a thief. I'm alright here.” I told him, wiping my tears as he narrowed his eyes, his forehead squeezing.
“I'll come back tomorrow. Are you sure you'll be safe here?” I nodded.
“Okay.” His bodyguard, Caleb, came out from my room.
“Everywhere is secure, boss.” Caleb said.
“Good.” Mark replied and turned to me, caressing my face.
“Goodnight, Angel.”
I smiled at him. I really smiled at him and I saw the happiness in his eyes.
“Goodnight, Sir.” I followed him to the door and after he left, I made sure to check all my doors and locks. I couldn't shake off the dread that filled my heart.
Has Asher found me?