Desires Die Hard

“I’ll pay for the tea. You can take down my details.” Anya wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. She didn’t want Evan to spot her and think she was here for him.

She turned around and headed to the counter to have her details taken down.

Shane wasn’t done talking to her yet though. He had completely forgotten about Evan. He reached out and grabbed Anya’s arm. “Ms. MacMillan, why don’t you let me have your contact details too?”

There was no way Anya was giving this man her number.

She shoved his hand off her arm and scurried off like a terrified rabbit who had just spotted a hungry wolf.

Shane didn’t go after her. Instead, he simply narrowed his eyes and stared hungrily at the young woman as she made her way to the counter.

He had caught a faint scent of milk when he had grabbed her arm. That had smelled faintly like…breast milk.

Shane had some kinks when it came to sex. He enjoyed sleeping with married women and he especially loved sleeping with women who had just given birth and were breastfeeding. ‘

They smelled naturally sweet. Like milk. That was what Anya had smelled like.

But he recalled that Anya wasn’t married. She couldn’t possibly have had kids and was breastfeeding, could she?

Shane lost himself in his thoughts again. Evan was losing his patience for the man. His eyes darkened with anger. He scoffed softly, then walked up to Shane. “Mr. Brown, it appears that you are otherwise occupied. I’ll leave you to your business then. We can have tea another time.”

The next moment, Evan was turning around and striding out of the café. Without looking back, he headed straight for the entrance.

That was when Shane realized that he had been distracted once again by yet another beautiful woman. He hurried after Evan and apologized profusely. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Welton. I ran into a friend and spent a few minutes catching up with her. I hope you don’t mind.”

Shane wasn’t afraid of Evan. But he couldn’t deny the fact that the Weltons currently held the most influence among the Nordenic Quartet. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

It didn’t matter what he felt, he simply had to swallow his pride and play along. If he wanted to achieve his ambitions, he needed to stay humble.

One day, he would take over Evan’s position on the throne. He would reign over the Nordenic Quartet then. There wasn’t anything wrong in swallowing his pride for the moment in order to achieve his goals.

Evan didn’t care for conniving nouveau riche folks like Shane. But he lacked complete dominance over all the businesses in Nordeny. He couldn’t afford to drop his guard against anyone. That included the young man before him. Shane Brown, the man who had risen to wealth recently. The man whom he held little regard for.

“Mr. Brown, let’s have tea another time.” Evan walked away with his chin slightly raised. He isn’t interested in wasting any more time talking to Shane.

But Shane really wanted the piece of land that the Weltons had. He trailed after Evan stubbornly. “Mr. Welton, why don’t we have dinner instead? Is tonight good?”

Evan had lost his patience with the man. He threw a look at Hayden.

Hayden knew what to do. He slid between Evan and Shane and stopped the latter right in his tracks. Hayden politely explained to Shane, “Mr. Brown, Mr. Welton will inform you when he is available for another meeting.”

“He came all this way. Why not stay for a cup of tea?” Shane knew he wasn’t going to catch up to Evan with Hayden in his way. They were in public. He couldn’t start throwing punches at a mere personal assistant in public.

His face darkened. “Or does Mr. Welton think himself above my company?”

Hayden gave Shane a polite smile. “Of course not! Mr. Welton wouldn’t have appeared in the first place if he thought so. Something that requires his attention came up. Please let me apologize on his behalf.”

Shane snorted. A streak of anger flashed across his eyes. That was an utter lie.

Evan was simply jerking him around. He had accepted his invitation but had left before they could have a proper conversation. He really is something. Shane wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Anya had left her ID at the counter. She dared not spend another second in this café. She clutched her bag tightly and headed back to the office.

What an unlucky day.

She had to pay a hundred bucks over a spilled tea before she had gotten her first paycheck. A hundred bucks. She could have bought so many toys for her darlings with that. Anya was furious.

She realized that her luck has gotten worse ever since she had met Evan. She really had to keep her distance from the man. She didn’t want to be this unlucky forever.