I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office.
Empty.
I let out a small breath.
"Pheew…"
Looks like the CEO isn't here yet.
I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk.
The chair was… different.
Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive.
The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took.
For a second… I let myself relax.
My thoughts drifted.
My mother.
It's been a month.
No calls. No visits.
But she's fine… Kelvin said so.
"She's in a coma."
My chest tightened.
I closed my eyes.
Just for a minute.
Just one.....
A hand gripped my jaw.
Firm.
Cold.
My breath caught as my head was tilted upward,
And then I saw him.
My heart stopped.
He was..
No… that wasn't normal.
No man should look like that.
Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born.
A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control.
And his eyes…
Cold.
Not empty.
Just… calculating.
His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous.
Too perfect.
Too wrong.
Too handsome.
"Who are you?" he asked.
His voice…
Low.
Smooth.
Something that didn't ask twice.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality.
"Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?"
A pause.
Then
A smile.
Cold.
Slow.
Dangerous.
"Your dream huh…?" he repeated.
I nodded slightly, still dazed.
"Okay."
The word came out too easily.
Too calmly.
His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something.
"Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered.
My brows pulled slightly.
"…a brave, innocent little cat."
My heart skipped.
"But she didn't have to drug you."
Erica…?
Cat…?
Drug…?
This dream is getting confusing...
Before I could think.
He moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward...
And his lips crashed into mine.
My eyes widened.
Warm.
Firm.
Possessive.
"Mmm…"
The sound slipped out before I could stop it.
Why does this feel so real…?
Is this how dreams feel?
My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good.
My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair.
Soft.
Smooth.
Too real.
I pulled slightly.
"This is too—"
Pain shot through my lip.
"Ouch!"
He bit me.
I froze.
Pain.
Real pain.
My eyes snapped open fully.
This isn't a dream.
Oh no.
Oh no.
I'm in the CEO's office.
I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair.
My face burned.
I couldn't even look at him.
My head dropped immediately.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
With shaky hands, I pointed to the table.
"Y-your coffee… sir."
Silence.
Heavy.
Thick.
I could feel his eyes on me.
Watching.
Measuring.
I need to get out.
Now.
I turned quickly, reaching for the door.
"Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce???
I froze.
Slowly… I turned back.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
This time, colder.
Clearer.
"My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir."
A scoff.
Sharp.
"Assistant?"
His footsteps were slow as he moved closer.
"Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?"
My throat tightened.
"Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…"
A pause.
Then, lower till he got to my height level
"…little cat."
My fingers tightened around the door handle.
"I..I have to go, sir."
Coward.
"Call me if you need anything else."
I didn't wait.
I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me.
What was i thinking slacking on the first day if my mission.
Ethan's pov
I pushed the door open, already loosening my cuff. "…handle it," I said into the phone, ending the call without waiting for a reply.
I stepped in—and stopped.
Someone was sitting in my chair. No. Sleeping.
For a second, I didn't move. I just looked at her. A girl. Head slightly tilted, completely at ease like she had every right to be there. One hand resting on the arm of the chair, the other loose in her lap. Too comfortable.
My gaze shifted briefly to the desk. Coffee. Fresh. Placed properly. So she wasn't lost.
I walked closer, my steps quiet. She didn't react. Didn't even stir. That alone made my expression tighten slightly. People didn't relax like this in my space. They didn't forget themselves.
I stopped in front of her. Up close, I took her in properly. Calm face. No tension. No awareness. Just asleep. Careless. Or bold. I couldn't tell which yet.
My hand moved before I thought about it. I gripped her jaw. Firm. Her skin was warm under my fingers as I tilted her face upward. Her lashes fluttered. Slow. Disoriented.
Then her eyes opened.
And I paused.
There it was. That feeling. Faint, but immediate. Something about her eyes. My gaze narrowed slightly, trying to place it. I had seen that look before. I was sure of it. But where?
Nothing came. Just that quiet familiarity sitting at the back of my mind, out of reach.
"Who are you?" I asked, voice low, controlled.
She blinked at me, still half out of it. Then "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?"
I went still. For a second, I just looked at her. Then a slow smile pulled at my lips. Cold. Unhurried. "Your dream, huh…?" I repeated.
She nodded slightly, still dazed.
I watched her. No fear. No awareness. Just confusion wrapped in boldness. Interesting.
"Okay." The word left too easily. My gaze didn't leave her face. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" I said quietly.
Her brows pulled faintly. "…a brave, innocent little cat."
I felt the shift in her breathing.
"But she didn't have to drug you."
Her confusion deepened. Good.
Before she could think, I moved. My hand slid from her jaw to the back of her neck, pulling her forward, and I kissed her.
No hesitation. No warning.
Her lips were warm. Soft. Real. Not staged. Not practiced. She froze for half a second, then responded. A quiet sound slipped from her, uncontrolled.
My grip tightened slightly. That wasn't fake.
Her hands moved—my shirt, then my hair. Slow at first, then firmer. I felt the pull.
So she reacts.
"This is too—"
I bit her lip. Not hard. Just enough.
She flinched. "Ouch!"
And just like that, everything snapped.
The confusion in her eyes cleared. Awareness. Realization. Panic.
I watched it happen.
She pushed against my chest, stumbling back as she stood too quickly. I let her go easily, like I was never holding her.
She couldn't look at me. Her head dropped immediately.
There it is.
She pointed toward the table with shaky hands. "Y-your coffee… sir."
I didn't respond. I just watched her. Closely. Measuring.
That moment earlier… and now this? Two different people.
Interesting.
She turned quickly, heading for the door.
"Stop."
She froze.
"Does it look like you get to walk in and out of here by choice?"
Slowly, she turned back. Tense now. Careful. Better.
"Who are you?" I asked again, clearer this time.
"My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant."
Assistant.
I let out a short scoff. "Assistant?"
I moved toward her slowly. She stiffened.
"Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?"
Her throat moved as she swallowed.
"Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places…" I lowered slightly to her level. "…little cat."
Her fingers tightened around the door handle. "I… I have to go, sir."
Of course you do.
"Call me if you need anything else."
She didn't wait. She left fast. Almost ran.
The door shut.
Silence.
I stood there for a moment, unmoving. Then my tongue brushed lightly against my lower lip. A faint sting.
I exhaled slowly.
"...sweet.