Zion’s POV
“Damn! Why hasn’t Mr. Robinson arrived here yet? The restaurant project should be ours at all costs.” Charlie Martin, the marketing manager of Conrad Architects, stammered, having to deal with me for the first time. He had no idea how difficult I would make his life if I didn’t get what I wanted. Yes, I wanted to see Andrea accept defeat and bow down to my terms and conditions. She might consider me evil, but I didn’t care. I was helpless five years ago, but not anymore. I wanted her back in my life!
“He called to inform us he would be the twenty minutes late, sir.” I punched the desk in frustration.
“I hate tardiness. Didn’t you tell him that? What about the other projects? Did you follow up on those?” I had appointed my trusted PA, Steve McGuire, to track down all the projects Ratio Architects took up. I knew I could blindly trust him and he lived up to my expectations, giving me a detailed report on the subject.
“All have agreed to work with us except Edward Sterling from the Sterling Group. They want Ratio to design Syngenta Towers, their flagship residential venture here in LA.” Blood boiled in my veins and I got up to give him an ultimatum.
“Do whatever you can, Mr. Martin. You’ll be sacked if I don’t get the Syngenta project by tonight.” He gaped at me with shock, wondering what enmity I could have with Ratio Architects. I wasn’t answerable to anyone! It was my personal affair!
“I’ll try my best, sir. You’ll have the project by tonight.” I nodded, calming myself down and turning my attention to my laptop, dismissing him to do his job. He left the room in haste while I sat fidgeting with the paperweight, thinking of ways to get Andrea to surrender to me. How could she think I would let her move on?
What started five years ago was no coincidence! It was a planned move. I was attracted to her for a long time. It was only because of Knox that I stayed away from her and from LA. But seeing her after a decade at Escapades weakened my resolve. The way my close friend Maddox Laurier flirted with her made my blood boil. I had to make her mine.
She looked so grown-up, mature and seductive, I forgot my dismal circumstances and gave in to the temptation. Soon, I formed ZC Architects only to lure her to Athens, far away from her brother. I didn’t want to fight my needs anymore. I wanted to have her!
Everything was going so well. If she hadn’t slept around and gotten pregnant, we would have been living together still. I had no sympathy for her illegitimate child. I scoffed at the memory, starting my laptop to plunge myself into work. It was what I had been doing for the last five years of my life to forget Andrea. She lived in every cell of my body. I craved to have her like a starved man craves food!
Maybe I would have gotten back with her after ending my forced marriage to the budding Greek model and actress, Elena Nomikov. No, I wouldn’t think of the evil woman at all! It was over and I was free! Now it was time to get Andrea back in my life.
Maybe if I got Andrea once again, I could get over this obsession I felt for her since the day I saw her almost a decade ago. I wanted to relive that night once again. It was the best se* experience of my life! It was what I had been craving for the last five years, but circumstances at home were bleak, and I just couldn’t leave.
Now that I had come over to LA for her, bought Conrad from that weakling Sebastián, how could I let this opportunity go? This was what I had come here for, right? Steve had done his research well on Sebastián. The bastard had a soft spot on Andrea and she milked it to her benefit. If she could give him what he wanted, why couldn’t she entertain me? Why was she playing hard to get with me?
Seeing her after so many years, all curvy and sassy, strengthened my determination to have her writhing under me again. Yes, I was pining after her. I didn’t want to let her go. If only my circumstances had been different!
With renewed enthusiasm, I checked my inbox to find emails from all the new clients. They had provided me with their specifications, eager to work with me. A wave of satisfaction swept over me. I wondered how Andrea was taking it. Surely she would have found out by now that I had snatched all her projects from her grasp. Why hadn’t she called me yet?
Now, all I needed was to persuade Mr. Sterling to trust us instead of Ratio Architects. Then Andrea would come to me begging for work!
A knock on the door brought me out of my reverie. The door opened and Steve peered in as I looked up. “Mr. Robinson is here to see you, sir.”
“Yes, let him in.” He escorted a tall, middle-aged man with a hawk-like, aristocratic nose. He looked down upon me as if I were a mere speck of dust on his clothes.
“You are Sebastián Conrad, right?” He asked, giving me a once over.
I stood up and stretched my hand for a shake. “No, I’m Zion Concorde, CEO of the Concorde Group! We’ve taken over from Sebastián Conrad!” His eyes widened as he grabbed my hand with his cold clammy one.
“Oh, I’m so pleased to meet you, Mr. Concorde! I have experienced your Argus Platinum airbus, sir. It was a baffling, sleek and out of the world experience!” I gave him a disinterested look, releasing his hand immediately. I hadn’t called him here to discuss my aircraft!
“I’m a busy man, Mr. Robinson. Can we have your requirements for the restaurant project? We can get the designs ready right away. Please have a seat.” His initial attitude left him and he eagerly discussed his dream project with me. Steve was there to take the minutes of the meeting.
“So why have you chosen us over others to work on your dream project?” I had to ensure he wasn’t here to waste our time.
“I like you pricing, Mr. Concorde. It suits my budget.” I smiled because it was my plan to quote a lesser price than Andrea did. I was glad it worked.
“Great! Can we complete the formalities before we start working on the project? You will need to sign an agreement with us and we will furnish you with designs until you choose one.” His eyes sparkled with excitement, since no one worked this way.
“How many designs will you provide me with?”
“Innumerable! There’s no limit. We will keep working on them until you choose one.” I smiled and took out the agreement I had kept handy. “Here’s the agreement, Mr. Robinson. You can go through it and sign. The faster we complete, we can proceed with the work.”
We completed the formalities, and I sent him to our designing team.
Steve came in followed by a trembling Charlie and I knew there was bad news awaiting me.
“Sir, Mr. Sterling hasn’t agreed to our terms and conditions. He is adamant about working with Ratio.” Blood boiled in my veins as I punched the desk and stood up, glaring at the duo.
“What does he want? Bend the rules, agree to his terms, but I want the project at all costs. Do you get it?” They trembled with fear and vanished to do my bidding. By evening, even Mr. Sterling had agreed to work with us. I sat back, closing my eyes and waiting for the phone to buzz. Despite my victory, it was strange that I didn’t feel at all happy.
I wasn’t an evil person. I didn’t function this way, but Andrea had compelled me to stoop to this level.
Steve peered in to disrupt my thoughts. “Sir, can I come in?” I nodded, not liking the brooding look on his face.
“Yes, Steve! What news do you have to give me?” He hesitated a little before casting his eyes down in defeat.
“Sir, Ratio’s main marketing guy, Michael Steele, has hit a jackpot today. He has clinched the Wells Group retail outlet project deal in Downtown LA for Ratio. This project is enormous, far more than the combined price of what we have.”
My jaws dropped to the floor. So did all my efforts go down the drain? I had to leave my work at the Concorde Group’s headquarters to handle this. I hardly had much time at hand. After getting Andrea to move in with me, I had planned to whisk her away to Athens. Now everything took a backseat! It was all because of that Steele guy! Mad fury coursed through my body at the thought of him.
Why was he so dedicated to Andrea? Did he receive other benefits from her apart from the monetary one? Jealousy blinded me and I glared at Steve, determined to put an end to this.
“Buy the man, Steve. Lure him into Conrad on any terms.”
Andrea’s POV “Andrea, Michael has emailed you his resignation before leaving! Have you checked?” asked Roberta as I went through the terms and conditions of the Wells Group project. After all the deals went out of our hands, this was my only hope. It was obvious Zion was deliberately trying to force me to surrender to his wishes, but he had no idea about my patience. After raising the twins single-handedly since they were born, I had loads of it. I wasn’t the immature, reckless Andrea I used to be. However much he tried, I wouldn’t rise to the bait. Now, this fresh piece of news shattered my inner resolve. How could Michael backstab me? How could he leave Ratio now, when I needed him the most? “Are you sure? I have received no email from him yet.” Roberta looked uncomfortable while I gave her a suspicious look. No, there were no emails from Michael. “How do you know about this? Did he tell you he will leave Ratio?” I was now sure this was a joke. I trusted Michael even with my eyes
Andrea’s POVA sense of dread spread over my mind as I watched Mrs. Hamilton approach the door. No, I couldn’t face him. “Please deal with him, Kathy. Tell him I’m busy!” I dashed off towards Adrian’s room to avoid Zion at all costs. The therapist had completed his work and got up to leave. I could hear the main door close. So Zion had left! Granny Catherine was arranging Adrian’s duvet and cushions, so I followed the therapist out. “Call me if he faces any discomfort. Otherwise, I’ll come over after two days to check up on him.” “Thank you so much for coming over at such short notice.” He smiled and nodded at me.“It’s my job.” As we walked out of the room towards the main door, I froze at the sight of Zion, sitting in the living room, maybe waiting for me. What was he doing here? Didn’t he know I was busy? The therapist took his leave while I walked over to Zion, glaring at him all the while. “What brings you here, Zion? There is nothing to discuss. I’m busy!” I continued to glar
Andrea’s POV I felt relaxed, rested, and much better! The soft bed I was lying on didn’t seem mine! Where was I? I remembered falling unconscious in the office! After that, everything was hazy. I had no memory of anything whatsoever. Immediately I opened my eyes with a start as a feeling of dread clutched at my heart. I looked around the tastefully done-up room. Where was I? This wasn’t my room or Cromwell Mansion! With its neutral shades of beige, it looked more like a man’s bedroom. My heart constricted with fright. I dreaded accepting the obvious. Did Zion bring me over to his house? After all, he was the only one present near me when I lost consciousness. No, I had to escape. I didn’t want to stay here a second longer to confront him. My head swooned as I tried to get up. It was a futile effort, and I fell back on the bed. I knew I was burning with a fever, but I had to leave. If I stayed here, I would go crazy. I made repeated attempts at getting up on my feet. At last, I sto
Zion’s POV Mad fury coursed through my body as I realized what she had done. How dare she hit me? I would punish her right away! No one could get away after messing with Zion Concorde! Maybe she hadn’t gone far without a car or her bag!I was about to open the door and run after her when a phone buzzed somewhere on the floor. I felt my phone in my pocket. It wasn’t mine. I looked around to find Andrea’s phone lying outside the main door. She might have dropped it in her haste. Then how would she summon help in her condition? I walked out of the penthouse, picked up the phone and glared at the screen. The name Adrian flashed across the screen, immediately making me see red. At that moment, I could have killed the guy with my bare hands. I was about to accept the call immediately, intending to blast him for calling at odd hours, when my gaze fell near the elevator. A gasp of horror escaped my lips at the sight of Andrea lying near my private elevator. I knew she was burning with feve
Andrea’s POV I waited outside Zion’s condominium for Grandpa Vincent’s car. I was glad I could get away from Zion. It was true he had helped me recover, but I couldn’t breathe in his presence. I didn’t want to go down memory lane and relive the moments I spent with him. What was the use? He didn’t love me the way I did. It was best to stay away from one another. His gesture couldn’t undo the hurt he had inflicted on me. He had broken me five years ago. Even now, his harsh, judgemental words shattered me, more than a fatal wound could. How could he have such a low opinion of me without proof? No, he was too toxic for me. It was better I avoided him at all costs. Thankfully, I had found my mobile phone lying on the bed beside me. I had dropped it somewhere when I fell unconscious. Seeing it suddenly near me gave me the idea of escaping. Maybe Zion had left it accidentally on my bed. I sneaked out with it while he was busy in the kitchen. After everything he did to me, did he really e
Andrea’s POV I turned a deaf ear to the phone, letting it buzz. Somehow, I had the feeling Zion had a hand in the eviction. Why else would they evict us so abruptly? I just couldn’t sit idle at home and rest when there was so much on my plate. I popped a pill and got ready to go to the office. Grandpa was upset with me and refused to talk to me. I could understand his point of view, but today, I had to check out what was going on. I would definitely demand a notice period when I wasn’t a defaulter. The moment I drove out through the gates, I came across Zion’s car, heading right inside. Why was he here now? Maybe he was here to blast me for escaping him and ignoring his call. It served him right. I swerved the car, but he blocked me. Lowering his window, he handed me my laptop bag. I could see the amusement in his eyes, but I ignored it. I snatched my bag from his grip and drove away, leaving him where he was. After ten minutes, I braced the LA traffic and reached my office. Rober
Andrea’s POV “Mom, I hate to live alone. Why do we have to go? Why can’t we stay at G-Pa’s house like Zane and Angel do?” asked Zayden, scowling at me defiantly. They called their great-grandpa, G-Pa, just as Knox’s children did. I glanced at Adrian sulking in the back seat, furious to leave Cromwell Mansion behind. His leg was much better and he could walk using a crutch. It would be a matter of days before he could move around without aid. I couldn’t stay until then. I had to get away before Knox’s arrival. He was too dominating! “Their lives are settled in Cromwell Mansion, whereas ours is in our apartment. How long would you miss school? It’s quite a distance from Cromwell Mansion.” I drove towards my apartment while the twins sulked. I couldn’t tell them the real reason I had moved out. They were too young to understand. There was another reason, though. Zane, Zayden, and Adrian together were becoming quite a handful for granny Catherine and grandpa to handle at their age. The
Zion’s POV My whole body burned with rage at the mention of the name. I hated that name now! Who the f*ck was this Adrian guy? My mind conjured up images of a shrewd, lecherous playboy with looks good enough to kill! I could disfigure him using only my bare hands. Was he Andrea’s boyfriend? Why else would she live together with him? I hadn’t seen a wedding ring on her finger. So she couldn’t have been married to the guy! How did Knox accept him so readily in her life when he broke off all ties with me? He hadn’t even given me a chance to explain myself. Then, Knox had always been the weirdest among us. It was expected of him. I had no idea how he chose an angel of a woman for himself. He didn’t deserve Danielle’s love! I sat in my car and seethed even more, unable to drive away. I wanted Knox to leave so that I could go back to catch them red-handed. Of course, I knew Andrea wasn’t answerable to me. She had the right to move on after I had thrown her out of my life five years ago.