Desires Die Hard

Chapter 8

Anya forced her tears back and bit her lips. “That’s right, I did that on purpose. Can you let me go now?”

He knew it! She had done it on purpose. Anya’s confession didn’t make Evan feel any better. In fact, he could feel discomfort churning in his gut. “And about what happened a year ago. You planned that too, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Anya said flatly. “I did. I planned that too. I was trying to seduce you.”

Evan loosened his grip on her wrist instantly. His face darkened. “Well, get lost then. Don’t let me see you again.”

“I’m not leaving. I work here now,” Anya said after gathering her courage. She cradled her wrist in her other hand tenderly, “Mr. Welton, I’ll stay away from you from now on. Please leave me alone too.”

The woman just said she worked here.

Something flickered across Evan’s eyes. He studied the young woman before him. That explained why she had been in the elevator this morning.

“You’re working for me then?” Evan spat out with a voice that anyone feared.

“No. I’m with JK Couture,” Anya said swiftly before picking up the bag of spilled milk. What a waste.

That was for her kids. She was left with only one bag of milk. That meant less milk for her precious darlings. She had already drained her breastmilk. There wasn’t going to be any left if she tried pumping them again.

Caught up in her thoughts and still mourning the loss of perfectly good milk for her kids, Anya didn’t notice the furious look on Evan’s face at all

“I’m sorry, Mr. Welton.” Anya shoved the empty bag into the tote bag and got some tissue paper out. She thought she should help Evan clean some of those stains off his suit. She didn’t really want to upset him and get in his bad side.

Evan misinterpreted her gesture as another attempt to get her hands on him again. He pushed her hands away roughly,

The young man pulled his expensive jacket off and flung it at one of his personal a**istants. Then, with an infuriated look on his face, – he marched right into JK Couture.

Evan stormed into JK Couture like a god on a rampage, his personal a**istants trailing after him like his fearful followers.

Anya simply watched them leave.

She heaved a sigh of relief. She had to do her best to stay out of Evan’s way. Honestly, he was the devil incarnate. A strange and inexplicable feeling came over her after the wake of her relief. Evan truly hated her. She didn’t understand why he detested ber so much. It was as if she were a monster. He couldn’t even bear to take another look at her.

Memories of a distant past surfaced in her head.

She was fifteen then. She was young and innocent. There was a party at the Weltons’ and it was her first time meeting what she had thought was prince charming in real life. Evan Weltons. He was eighteen then.

The young man was handsome and dignified. He carried himself like a prince and his princely ways had stolen the hearts of every young girl at the party. Anya had been no exception.

who had tasted young love for the first time. Like an idiot, she stood in the distance and stared at him in awe. She did not dared to approach him, talk to

had set her up

fury and abhorrence in his eyes. This made her realize that she would

her thoughts and gave herself a light smack

a way to take back what was originally owned by her mother. She had to make her stepmother and stepsister pay for what they

afford to be distracted right

Chapter 9

herself. She made her way down the other end of the aisle. No

gentle voice sounded on the other end of the line. Anya felt herself

back for lunch in a while. I got milk for the kids,” Anya whispered. She kept her voice down so that no one

the kids to the supermarket to

Anya replied. “I have to get back to work now, Ellie. I’ll see you

“See you later.”

hurried back to JK Couture with

the pantry, stuffed the bag of milk into a bento box and shoved it in the fridge while no one was noticing. Her heart finally set at ease, she returned to her desk

Jake’s office, Evan had made himself comfortable in Jake’s seat. The managing director kindly allowed him to take his chair behind the desk. His long legs were folded across the other as he listened quietly to Jake share

at bespoke services for celebrities and socialites and collaborations with international designers. We intend to expand

Evan asked. His knuckles rapped against

driving Jake into

did Evan

the plans that Jake had just

had worked on for six months

we

plans. I want an update every three months. I’m going to withdraw my support for your initiative for bespoke services

our brand and enhance the Welton’s brand as well,” Jake

Jake’s ramblings about his ideas. He unfolded his legs and stood up. Then, suddenly, he said. “I heard you got a new

we’re short of designers. We hired one today. She’s Anya MacMillan,” Jake replied.

hadn’t been lying.

because she hadn’t given

after a moment, he said

said that, he marched out of the office briskly with

was

canteen in the building. Anya couldn’t. She had to go

her kids.