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.

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,

her stepsister had set her

and abhorrence in his eyes. This made her realize that she would never be able to get to know him. She had already lost her chance with

gave herself a light smack on the cheek. She had

Welton at all. All she had to do now was to stay away from him, keep her mind on her work and find a way to take back what was originally owned by her mother. She had to make her stepmother and stepsister pay for what they had

afford to be distracted

Chapter 9

way down the other end of the aisle. No one was

of the line. Anya felt herself

in a while. I got milk for the kids,” Anya whispered. She kept her voice down

said. “I’ll be taking the kids to the supermarket to get some

back to work now, Ellie. I’ll see you

“See you later.”

ended the call, then hurried back to JK

box and shoved it in the fridge while no one was noticing. Her heart finally set at ease, she returned to her desk

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

our target audience to luxury consumers. We are looking at bespoke services for celebrities and socialites and collaborations with international designers. We

Evan asked. His knuckles rapped against the smooth surface of Jake’s

driving Jake

did Evan

man displeased with the plans that Jake had just

worried that the plans that he had worked on for six months might go down the drain with a simple rejection

all we have

according to your plans. I want an update every three months. I’m going to withdraw

Mr. Welton, we’ll do our best to build our brand and

his legs and stood up. Then, suddenly, he said. “I

today. She’s Anya MacMillan,”

the woman hadn’t been

job here because she

deep silence. Then, after a moment, he

marched out of the office briskly with his personal

was time

in the building. Anya couldn’t. She had to go home and get her milk

her kids.