Desires Die Hard

Chapter 7

Anya didn’t want anyone to know that she was breastfeeding. She snuck out of the office with a small tote bag, containing her pump,

and headed for the washroom on that level.

While the young woman was quietly pumping her milk in a cubicle in the washroom, Evan had just finished his meeting and was now heading down to the tenth floor. He needed to talk to Jake about JK Couture’s plans for a future expansion in the fashion industry.

Anya clutched her pump nervously as she filled two big bags full of milk. Then, she cleaned the pump and kept it in the tote bag. She stared at the two big bags of freshly pumped milk. She was going to bring this back home during lunchbreak for her kids. There was enough milk to last them the afternoon. Anya placed the bags of milk into the tote bag as well. She planned to sneak back into the office and keep the bags of milk in the fridge.

She kept her eyes on her bag as she stepped out of the washroom, not paying attention to her surroundings. Suddenly, Evan emerged from the elevator and collided into Anya.

Anya jerked forward, loosening her grip on the tote bag. One of the bags slipped out of and smacked squarely in Evan’s expensive and pristine black suit. A creamy liquid burst from the bag instantly. Alongside it came a rich and heavy smell of milk. Anya’s breast milk splattered all over Evan’s expensive suit.

His suit was now stained with a sticky pale yellow liquid.

Evan’s personal a**istants, who had joined him for the meeting at JK Couture, gasped sharply. What had just happened? What was wrong with this woman? Was she out of her mind? How could she throw milk at Evan? Was she trying to get herself thrown out of the building?

Everyone stared stupidly at the sight before them. None of them dared to make a single sound.

Everyone was waiting for Evan to say something. The look on Evan’s face was absolutely menacing. In fact, if looks could kill, someone would be dead right now. Everyone shivered at the look of outrage on his face.

Anya knew she had gotten herself into trouble again.

face down immediately and froze like a deer caught in headlights. She dared not make any sudden moves or

praying fervently in her head. She couldn’t afford to get fired. She couldn’t afford to incur Evan’s

swept across the yellowish–white stains on his suit. His eyes seemed as if there’s fire in them. “Look at me!” He boomed, his harsh voice echoing across the office. His voice was as cold and biting

not. She was on the verge of

wanted to do her job. Why did she keep

him. She must have the worst luck in

repeat myself again. Look at me!” Evan was

finally lifted her face up and looked Evan straight in

front of him. Anya. His hand shot out and grasped her wrist. “You again! Are you going to say that you’re not up to

Evan wouldn’t let her go. Instead,

her wrist? He

you do

She looked pitiful and woeful but in Evan’s eyes, it was all

trick up her

into the Weltons, she had drugged him. Then, she had feigned ignorance when they had woken up in

of blood staining the sheets then.

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before that night. She had probably gotten surgery to create the illusion that it had been her