Ex's Sinful Possession

Cynthia's POV

I need eighty thousand dollars.

The number made it impossible for me to swallow. It was the price of my heart, my soul.

"On your knees. Beg for it."

Suddenly the voice brought me out of my thoughts.

My head snapped up from the file the moment that sharp, authoritative male voice cut through the café and reached my cabin. It sounded familiar.

Too painfully familiar.

I immediately left my seat and ran out to find the staff huddled in a circle while the customers were watching everything in shock and surprise, whispering among themselves. I was relieved to see profits finally showing up, only for it to be short-lived.

“You don’t know who you’ve messed with,” he snarled. “I’ll ruin you beyond recognition. Now call your boss.”

My ears turned red and hot as I heard that voice after years. My heart started pounding in my chest, praying he is not the one I am thinking of.

But my fate laughed at me when the staff stepped aside and revealed the man who had made my heart beat earlier too, but in a different way.

Lucien Vaughn, dressing in all black – shirt, pants, shoes, coat, tie, every single thing. Fury was radiating off his frame like a storm.

His sharp green eyes moved down my body, freezing me for a second. And then a small smirk broke on his lips. It was so small no one else could see it, but I did. I had seen it from close.

Very close.

But after all these years, what is he doing here? And why is he here?

"So she is your boss?" He smirked, pocketing one hand. "What can I expect from the staff if the owner is like this?"

My eyes narrowed at him. I was about to give it back when Lily came to me.

"Mam, I swear it was not my fault." She was trembling as she explained everything. "His man intentionally touched my hand, which made me slip the coffee and ruin his pants. I didn’t mean it. It was purely a mistake."

"A mistake?" Lucien’s voice was lethal. "You call sabotaging a million-dollar negotiation a 'mistake'?"

Lily swallowed and scrunched into me more. His eyes were bloodshot red, his fists tightly clenched at his sides as he suppressed himself from lashing out. She was just an eighteen-year-old girl working hard to pay her college fees and her mother’s medical bills.

"Sir," I cleared my throat, bringing his attention back to me, "we are sorry for what happened..."

"You should be sorry!" He spat through his clenched teeth, "But not on her behalf."

I could see a burning inferno in his eyes, ready to turn me into ashes. For a moment, I was taken aback, but then I straightened my back and squared my shoulders to meet him head-on.

"I don't forgive easily now."

The entire café sucked in a breath. My confidence wavered for a second as I let out a shaky breath. Lily held onto me tightly as if her life depended on me.

His head snapped to Lily, who flinched back.

"Go on your knees and beg forgiveness if you don't want to..."

"Enough!" My voice cut through the surroundings, taking everyone by surprise, including Lucien.

His ego is wounded.

“She won’t do a damn thing,” I said, stepping in front of Lily. “She isn’t at fault. Now you may leave.”

Gasps.

I heard gasps of surprise not only from the staff but from the customers too. Everyone knows who he is but no one knows him better than me.