Chapter III: Coincidences that Can Destroy You: - 1

Jason:

"This is Assistant Blake. I need you to check all the emergency stairwells from the eighteenth floor down. Check to see if a woman in a blue and white evening gown is leaving. I want to know which room she's staying in. I also want all the information you have on her." After giving the order, I waited for the information to come in.

It didn't take long to discover that my elusive spy was named Kimberly Peterson. She was twenty-one years old and a model. She had worked for a large agency in Los Angeles and had moved to New York a few days ago to work for an agency in the city. She had already been shortlisted as the face of Miller shopping centers, along with two other models.

This information made me smile. I decided to leave her phone at the front desk so that it wouldn't be returned to her when she checked out of the hotel. I didn't intend to leave her jobless. On the contrary, I intended to give her more work and make it possible for her to come to my bed every night. I had decided that Miss Kimberly Peterson would be my next conquest.

As I was getting ready to enter my boss's office, the intercom rang.

"Yes, Mr. President?" I said.

"Dinner at my house tonight. Yvaine's best friend is coming, and your nephews want to see you. That's an order. No women allowed. Tonight, you get to be the uncle."

"I adore my nephews, but if your grandfather tries to set me up with your wife's friend, I'm leaving. I'm warning you, boss. I'm leaving," I said.

“Impossible. Even though she's a model and you know many of them, she's important to Yvaine and the children. If you go near her and hurt her, my wife will want to kill you. Therefore, as a good husband, I will carry out her order and execute you at dawn.” "Understood, Assistant Jason," I said, looking at the intercom. I thought that love drove men crazy and that my strict boss was driven crazier by it, which is why I would never fall in love.

"Very clear. Just one thing: After a lifetime by your side, since almost kindergarten, how is she above me?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Easy. When you meet the right woman and she brings your children into the world, you'll understand," he replied, laughing hysterically.

"No thanks. If a woman affects me like that, I'll run in the opposite direction," I said. After saying this, the image of a redheaded witch with green eyes and a stunning body popped into my mind. She was the girl I stole my first kiss from. Without thinking, I went to Norman's office.

"Punch me," I said very seriously. My friend looked at me without blinking. Few things surprised the CEO of Miller Holding.

"Will there be repercussions?" he asked.

"No, the same treatment as always," I replied.

"Meet me at the spa gym in fifteen minutes. Oh, and cancel the last two appointments of the afternoon. You're going to get beat up, and I don't want anyone to see your bruises,” he said, smiling.

"As if it were easy to beat me up, Mr. President," I said as I left the office. "By the way, we can't hit you in the face or your wife will kill me," I warned him.

"Yes, of course. Same here," he said with a smile.

After we finished boxing, I felt exhausted but calmer. The vision of that woman was just a passing thing. However, I remembered my appointment, so after showering and getting dressed, I went to the Miller mansion.

I played with my nephews for a while. I adored those children. Roy was going to be the owner of everything. He knew what he wanted and was going after it. Ailan was a seductive siren who would enslave us all—her father, her brother, and me—and make us want to kill any man who came near her. And they were only four months old!

Norman sat next to me while Grandpa watched the babies from his armchair with barely concealed pride.

Yvaine had gone to pick up her friend and was about to return. Soon, we heard the cars arriving—both those carrying the women and those belonging to the security team.

As they approached, I heard one of the voices and broke out in a cold sweat.

"It can't be, not her!" I had told Norman about my exciting encounter the night before and now realized it had been a mistake. I said, closing my eyes.

"What are you doing here, pervert?" That phrase confirmed my worst fears. At least, I hoped that before Norman had me executed, I could say goodbye to my two beloved nephews and enjoy one last meal, because, if we were talking about the future, it looked bleak indeed. I thought this as I saw the green eyes of my enchantress flash with rage. That woman wanted blood:

Yvaine. When I heard Kimberly complain to her assistant, Jason, I knew I had been right to discover who had upset my friend.

Kimberly told me about the "pervert" who had stolen her first kiss. Considering it was their first encounter, however traumatic it may have been, I was surprised that the model gave me such a detailed physical description. Most of all, I was surprised that my blushing friend lingered on the description of his toned chest, hard hips, imposing physique, mesmerizing and intimidating blue eyes, and muscular arms that had pinned her against the wall to steal a kiss that she said she did not like at all. What struck me as odd was that, while she was talking to me so belligerently about that kiss, she couldn't look me in the face. She was so flushed and her hands were twisting nervously on the table.

Just by looking at my friend's cell phone, I could see that the last call she had received was from a number I recognized; he calls me at work four or five times a day. It was none other than the assistant to the CEO of Miller Holding, Jason Blake.

I imagined that a man as attractive as my husband's womanizing assistant and best friend could easily make the elusive model, Kimberly Peterson, nervous, flushed, and upset. She was known as the Ice Siren in the modeling world because her red hair and green eyes attracted men, but the coldness with which she treated them made her suitors give up.

I smiled as I watched Kimberly complain to Jason about him being at her best friend's house. The poor assistant seemed to be begging with his eyes for the redhead to be a mirage.

"What have you done, Alicia?" I heard my husband's sweet voice whisper in my ear as he hugged me from behind.