Reid sat at the head of the conference room table as the sales director nervously presented the latest performance report.
The numbers and charts showed remarkable results–sales had doubled from the last quarter. It was an impressive achievement, but Reid seemed unmoved. His face was expressionless, his brow furrowed, casting a shadow that made everyone avoid his gaze.
The others in the room were on edge, trying to keep a low profile, wary of provoking Reid’s temper.
For the past month, he’d been in a dark mood, as if something had gone terribly wrong. There were rumors swirling around the office that he might be dealing with personal issues in his love life.
But without any hint of a romantic life, it was hard to imagine what the problem could be.
The phone on the table blinked. Reid glanced at it and his focused expression wavered for a moment. He abruptly called off the meeting and got up to
leave.
The driver opened the car door as Reid approached. “To the airport,” he said quietly.
“Yes, sir,” the driver replied.
The car glided smoothly along the road, heading toward the airport.
Inside, Reid took out his phone and gently scrolled through the screen to double–check Yvonne’s flight details. Then, feeling restless, he shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing a white shirt underneath.
He tugged at his tie, yanked it off, and tossed it aside, then removed his watch and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and asked worriedly, “Mr. Simmons, is there gonna be a fight? Do you need me to handle anything?”
Reid paused, a cold smile flickering on his lips. “No need.”
As soon as Yvonne stepped out of the airport, two men in black suits blocked her path. “Ms. Stark, Mr. Simmons is waiting for you in the parking lot. We’ll take you there,” they said.
Yvonne glanced at the tall bodyguards, knowing that refusing was out of the question.
When they reached the parking lot, one of the bodyguards respectfully opened the rear car door. Inside, Reid sat, his eyes as deep as the night sky, holding a calm before the storm–seemingly tranquil, yet full of hidden intensity.
Yvonne got into the car, and the bodyguard closed the door before taking his seat in the vehicle behind them.
“Drive,” Reid ordered in a cool, restrained voice.
The car began to move slowly, and as the partition rose, Reid lunged at her like a wolf.
“Reid, have you gone mad?” Yvonne shouted, startled by his sudden move and instinctively fighting back.
He pressed her shoulder, pinning her to the seat. “Yvonne, you think you can just disappear on me? Huh? Have I been too nice to you?” His voice carried a hint of menace.
Yvonne tried to pull away, but his grip was incredibly strong. “Where I go is my choice. I told you, I can’t make any promises.”
His eyes flickered with surprise, and he instinctively loosened his grip a bit, but still kept her trapped in the tight space between the seat and himself.
His nose was almost touching hers, his warm breath brushing against her cheek with a barely noticeable tremor. “Your choice? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through this month? I’ve searched everywhere like a lunatic.”
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Yvonne’s heart skipped a beat, She’d never seen Reid lose his composure like this. He was usually so calm, but now the pain and anger in his eyes were all too real. “That’s your problem. I told you nothing’s gonna happen between us.”
“Oh really?” He let out a bitter chuckle. “Even if it’s not possible, do you think you can just disappear from my life that easily?”
As he spoke, his lips lightly nibbled on her earlobe, making her shiver. She struggled, but it was like being caught in an invisible web, impossible to break
free.
He followed with a trail of kisses down her neck, soft as feathers yet burning like fire. “Yvonne, do you even know how much I miss you?”
Yvonne paused in her attempts to push him away, her breathing becoming rapid as her rational defenses crumbled under his advances. “You… Don’t do this…” she murmured, her voice a mix of resistance and temptation in the small cabin.
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