Chapter 12: Chapter 12

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’s POV

The rapid state of my heartbeat just can’t seem to calm down. There’s no way that I would be able to handle this kind of work. I’ve gone through the worst experience there is because of my parents who used to regularly touch my body as they pleased. I wouldn’t be able to ignore and live my life at peace if I witness Greyson f*cking women as he desires.

“Don’t you have a sense of guilt with all of the things you’ve done so far, Greyson?” I made sure to roll my eyes as I uttered my question. “Didn’t you use to care so much for us women? Wasn’t it the same reason why you chose to own me back then, since you didn’t want to see me getting clingy with anyone else other than you?” I added, remembering how much passion he had stored for the sake of gaining my trust.

Greyson avoided making eye contact with me as he glanced at his wristwatch, as if he was waiting for someone impatiently. “Ah — hey, over here!” Greyson raised one of his hands to grab someone’s attention.

Before I turned my head around to see who he called out to, a lady in a purple dress passed by. Her scent was to die for! She had her hair done, probably before she came here. She was taller than me because of the heels of her sandals which she wore, but not enough to get past Greyson’s height.

“Sorry, am I late?” she asked, forcing her voice to sound angelic, almost making me pissed.

“You should know by now that you’re a minute late, Kim,” he replied coldly, then glanced my way. “This is my secretary, Angelique.” A small smile planted on his lips as he gestured that I should formally introduce myself.

“H-hey, nice meeting you…”

Kim graciously faced me. “I’m Kim as you heard. And I’m one of Greyson’s clients. This is our first time meeting, correct?” she asked for reassurance, so I gave her a short nod. “Then, I assume that you’re the whole corporate’s secretary?” Her eyes were glistening with hope, as if to tell me that she wouldn’t be pleased to know if I actually work under and solely for Greyson.

“I told you clearly: Angelique is MY SECRETARY. She only moves according to what I supervise her and not what our colleagues want. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here, Kim?” Greyson interfered which stopped me from the attempt of answering her instead.

It took me a few seconds before I realized that he was tightly holding onto Kim’s arm. He must have noticed that I took a peek at it, which is why he released his grip.

“It’s alright, Greyson. It’s not that much of a big deal for me, there’s no need for you to get so agitated. And besides, she’s your client… So please, even if it’s not for her, at least be easy on her for me,” I mumbled as I took a step forward, leaning closer to her side. “Are you alright? His hand left a red mark on your arm,” I asked with a bit of concern.

Instead of giving me a proper response, she clicked her tongue as she walked away from my side. “Excuse me? We’re not close; we’re not friends, not blood related, and we’re not even accomplices in any work matters. Just because you’re Greyson’s secretary, it doesn’t mean that you have the right to approach me as you please in any way that you want.” Kim wrapped her hands around Greyson’s arm, then whispered something to him with those flirty eyes of hers.

I could sense how much my blood boiled during that very moment, to the point that I had to resist the insane urge to grab her hair and strongly pull it. “Like you’re one to talk. You’re a mere client, and you probably haven’t heard about our —”

“Angelique, that’s enough.” Greyson prevented me from talking about our wedding. He even raised a brow at me that seemed to be meaningful. “Let’s head over to my office, shall we?” He initiated the invitation, and of course, even if one of us declines, there’s no use since he was already on his way out of this building.

I simply followed the two who were getting lovey-dovey with each other in front of me, with my thoughts in the clouds. If I let my mouth run free earlier, then I could’ve done something that I would surely regret later on. Despite the sudden event of what seemed to be a proposal, it’s still undeniable that we haven’t decided upon what we should and should not do because of the limited time we had due to Greyson’s busy schedule.

I clenched one of my fists in realization that I should keep our current relationship to ourselves — knowing that I only used him to save myself from getting interrogated as a criminal. And besides, calling ourselves as real life couples wasn’t even included in the contract that I’ve signed previously.

I should keep in mind that I’m just a secretary of Greyson to the eyes of those in public, and his personal seductress when it’s just us two alone together.

“Angelique!” Greyson yelled to call me, which distracted me from having any other thoughts.

“Y-yes?”

“Don’t you ‘yes’ me. I’ve been calling out to you a couple times already since we’re already here,” he furiously said while holding onto the side of the entrance’s door, giving me space to walk through.

“Where’s that woman of yours?” I asked when I didn’t see her around and inside the bar.

“If you’re searching for Kim, she’s already upstairs. I told her to head over to my office and I still had something important to say to you,” he replied.

Out of curiosity, I immediately asked what it was about. “Important? Like what?”

Greyson’s aura turned serious when he rested his eyes upon making contact with mine. “I am still gathering legitimate evidence if what I’ve heard is true, but I should at least tell you this…” He bit his lip before continuing to speak, which almost made me anxious. “Your mother is alive.”