Chapter 36

The ringing sound of heels beat off the floor, spreading throughout the body. The girl confidently walked forward, feeling the back of his guards, who walked behind her, following her every step. A boy stepped out from around the corner, glaring at her. His gaze rested on her eyes, and a smirk formed on her lips.

'What a nice meeting,' he chuckled as he stopped right in front of her.

'For whom, Nick,' the girl answered in a steely tone in her voice, looking into his blue-gray eyes.

'Where are we heading so confidently? In the right building on the floor for special girls?' The boy grinned, never looking away.

Nick brazenly continued to scoff, mockingly looking into his eyes.

'I'll come to you for a 'mug of tea',' he made quotation marks with his fingers over the last words.

'Back off,' the girl growled, clenching her jaw hard.

The brown-haired man with a reddish tint of hair moved forward, continuing her way. The young man grabbed her hand, pulling her sharply to him:

'I'm still going to tea with you.'

'Mister, you can't be that close to this girl,' one of the guards said as the second guard shoved Nick aside, standing next to the girl.

'With what it by the way, this person began to be protected?' The guy asked, throwing furious glances in the direction of the guards.

The young man stood opposite, offended by the fact that a brown-haired woman with a red tint of hair was being guarded as a really important person. Because it was funny. She is nobody here.

'Order from James Foster.'

'I can go now, can't I, Nick?' The girl asked mockingly, receiving in response clenched jaws on the guy's face.

The corridor was again filled with the echo of sonorous heels. The two guards followed the object they were assigned to guard, leaving behind an angry young man who was part of the gang and was a direct friend of Foster. The guy could not understand for a long time why, by the way, James decided to protect this girl, who was not directly in this place any important person for the blond. Absolutely, she was nobody here. Hailey is nothing but a hostage in this city. The young lady walked boldly down the corridor towards the door. The guard opened the door, letting the girl go forward, after which he went in himself along with another guard. Hailey walked down the familiar hallway, heading straight for her destination. A young man in uniform stood outside the office, guarding his object.

'Open the door,' the girl said brazenly, standing face to face in front of the guard James.

'I'm not your bodyguard to listen to you, miss.'

'James told me to wait for him in the office.'

'There was no order from Mr. Foster, miss. I can't let you in.'

'He didn't tell you, but he told me. You should open that damn door,' the girl seethed at the insistence of the man opposite, continuing to demand that she be opened.

'All right, miss,' the boy agreed.

The young man opened the door for Hayley, letting her into the room. The girl's bodyguards followed her, but Hailey whirled around, shaking her head. Slamming the door behind her, she was left alone and had the whole office of James Foster at her disposal exactly one hour before the owner arrived. The young lady walked over to the desk, looking warily at the wooden door behind her.

Being sure that the door was definitely closed, the girl opened the first drawer, finding in it the personal belongings of the owner of this office. Two small bags of weed, a few cartridges and also condoms were in the first cabinet.

'Damn, male,' Hailey muttered as she tossed aside several condom bands.

Opening the next drawer, several papers caught her eye, each bearing a blue seal and Foster's signature. After reviewing each document, the girl did not find the right one. All subsequent searches ended in failure. Hailey quickly walked over to the closet, still glancing warily at the door. Crouching down, she opened the bottom locker, noticing the stack of papers again.

Taking them in her hands and starting to leaf through, the brown-haired woman quickly looked for the inscription about which Mr. Foster, the father of James Foster, had told her about. In the middle of the pile appeared a document with a heading of large black letters 'Earth'. Behind the wooden door there was a loud conversation and a rustle, the girl, afraid that she would be noticed, shoved the papers back into the locker, quickly rising to her feet. The door opened and a guy in black tight jeans and a white T-shirt came into the room, obviously not in a good mood right now.

'Someone has already felt the power, am I right, Miss Mackenzie?'

With loud and heavy steps, the blonde man approached the girl, raising her chin in his direction: 'What are you looking for here?'

'You, James.'

His blue eyes looked into brown, looking for a catch in them. Brown eyes looked into blue ones, trying to convince him of their words.

'And what did you want from me?'

'I know why you keep me here, like all the girls in the right wing, so I think I can give you my love.'

The guy's hand went down from his chin down her neck, while James himself watched his fingers touch her delicate skin, not losing attention to the bruises on her body from his own hands. Hailey tilted her head slightly to the side, giving more room for the boy.

'I've been waiting for you,' the girl whispered, closing her eyes in bliss from the touch.

With a sharp jerk, the guy pressed the brown-haired woman with a red tint of hair to the closet, placing his hands on either side of her head. The cabinet staggered from a strong push, staggering violently. The crystal tableware that was in the upper section of the cabinet shook, threatening to break.

'Since when do you want me so desperately that you say that to my face?' The guy's warm breath with the smell of menthol scorched the delicate skin, which became cold with fear.

'I…' Hailey stammered at the beginning of a sentence, lost in her own words as his hand moved to her waist, slowly stroking her body.

Her ragged breath teased him, awakening his demon within him. Her downcast eyes gave him more power over her. Her goosebumps showed that she was enjoying his touch.

'What are you lying to me about, baby?' His clear question echoed in her mind.

A warm hand crawled under a black transparent blouse, touching the cold skin completely covered with goosebumps from both fear and pleasure at the same time.

'I can see your lies hundreds of kilometers away from me.'

Hailey opened her brown eyes to meet his dark oceans.

'I didn't lie to you.'

James moved his face closer to hers, lowering his eyes to her full lips, noticing that her lower lip was still swollen and red from his punch during her escape. He licked his lips with his tongue before lightly touching her lips with his.

'What are you looking for here?' He purred, speaking against her lips.

'I've been waiting for you here, Jay,' the girl spoke quietly, feeling the pleasure of touching his lips.

Hailey played her game, immersing herself in it. Now she did not lead her, the young lady played too much. The guy, unable to endure this tension, quickly pressed his hips into the thighs of the brown-haired woman with a soft moo of pleasure, receiving a response moan from the girl for his actions.

'Kiss me, right now.'

Hailey opened her eyes, noticing the absence of James's body beside hers. He stood in front of her, no longer touching her, wanting her to touch him herself. The girl did not boldly approach the guy, standing on her toes to reach his lips. Leaving a fleeting baby kiss on his lips, she pulled away from him, looking into his eyes.

'No, not like that, baby,' Jay smirked, placing his large hands on her hips.

The guy quickly turned her into his seat, pushing her towards the desk, lifting the girl into the air, he put her on the table, pushing her knees apart to stand between them and be closer to her. He touched her lips, pinching her lower lip between his. The guy was jubilant inside when the girl squeezed his upper lip in response.

'Mister Foster!' There was a knock on the door, breaking the intimate atmosphere in the office.

'I am busy, Carl!' James yelled in annoyance, pushing his face away from Hailey's.

'Please, Mr Foster! I need to give you these documents and a bag!'