Book #4 Wright-Petrov Series

At the age of twenty-two, Skye Monticello lives her life in reckless exploration, even at the cost of her innocence during a one-night stand. However, upon discovering the identity of her mysterious fling and refusing to relinquish her freedom, she decides to flee and make a fresh start.

Fate, however, has other plans, as she finds herself pregnant. Despite her predicament, she courageously chooses to raise her child alone and has been successful, almost.

After years in hiding, she comes face to face with the man who fathered her child and claimed her first. As she navigates this challenging encounter and grapples with the uncanny resemblance her child bears to his father, she stubbornly struggles to evade the man who seems to be an indomitable presence in her life.

Moreover, with him being the most influential man in the country, escape seems even more implausible. Xander Voulker Wright, the third heir of the Wright and Petrov family, adds another layer of complexity to Skye's peace of mind.

Husband

Clad in white tailored shorts paired with the same color-haltered strappy backless top and a stiletto, Skye Monticello makes her way to the bar counter.

"One glass of martini please" Her soft smile was rewarded by a polite yet admiring one from the bartender.

"You're new here" He starts a conversation while preparing her drinks.

"Yes, and I'm excited about the new experience" Her charming smile bring out the little dimples beside her lips. But her best asset is her monolid eyes that disappear whenever she smiles or laughs. Usual for having an Asian mother.

"Enjoy" With a lingering smile, the bartender carefully serve her drink.

"Thank you" Her face brightens seeing the luscious liquid inside a delicate glass.

Taking a sip, her smile widens while she locks gazes with the bartender. Who in return smiles at her upon seeing her satisfied smile.

"Enjoy" He mumbles before turning to another customer who took his spot two seats apart from her.

With a charming smile, she carefully raises her glass to him before taking another sip. Her way of thanking him for the second time.

Looking at both of her sides, she finds the place decent. And while enjoying her drink, she keeps on taking a contended deep breath. She feels so proud of herself for what she had achieved recently.

She got her dream job and tonight she will celebrate her little success. Not just with a fine dinner and champagne but maybe a man for a night if she got luckier.

She came from a humble family but her parents are way too cool to let her explore life. And now, at twenty-two, she is an ocean apart from her homeland. Despite being alone in a foreign country, she is excited to be paving her way to the corporate world. As she always dreams about.

As a newbie, with limited experience, luck is on her side. She got the job as secretary of one of the executives in the Wright Group of Companies.

Who doesn't dream of being in WGC? They are everywhere. Even if she was offered as a janitor, she will happily grab the chance to work there.

"You're such a lucky girl, Sky" she's sheepishly smiling while mumbling to herself. The night is great and she is enjoying it.

The pub is not so crowded to her relief. Just like how she wanted though she has been looking forward to meeting new acquaintances.

"You're alone, honey?"

Disturbing her silent reverie is a handsome man in a coat and tie but she's not interested. Yes, she plans to have a hook-up tonight, but she will know when the right person comes.

"I'm fine, I'm waiting for my husband" casually, she replies. And her response immediately sent the man away after mumbling his apology.

"The men here are way too cool" Discreet with her astonishment, she mentally remarks. She wasn't expecting turning a man down to be this easy.

Taking a sigh, a contented smile graced her lips. Since her arrival in the country, she feels a different kind of freedom.

She can do whatever she likes here, no one knows her and she knows no one. It's exciting.

Sipping her drinks, she discreetly scans the entire room. And someone in the corner caught her attention. Like her, the man is alone with a scotch on the rocks in his hand. His faraway look tells how his thoughts are somewhere else.

She doesn't want to be intrusive by openly staring at him so she looks away. But for a reason unknown to her, her eyes seem to be magnetized by the aura the man is exuding. Her eyes voluntarily turn in his direction for the second time.

Despite their distance and the not-so-bright light inside the pub, she could tell the man is smoking hot. His firm muscles are screaming inside his not-so-tidy white long-sleeve shirt. The first few buttons are already loosened and the sleeves are clumsily rolled before his elbows. But it's still perfectly tucked around his slender waist.

By the look of him, he obviously had a rough day. Whoever he is, she surprised herself by feeling so protective of him. If not for her prompt response to stop herself, she almost approaches him.

But the man is exuding a nonchalant aura that no one dares approaches him despite the number of women glancing his way like her.

Unlike the women in the pub who are all busy watching the same man at the corner, other men continued hunting. And Skye is among the prey.

"You looked lonely, baby girl. Fancy a great company?"

She cringely rolls her eyes at the cheesiness of the line from the man who sits close to her. But instead of showing her annoyance, she plastered a sweet smile on her face before facing him.

"I've irritated my husband too much, he took his drink away from me. Don't want to annoy him more" With a sulking smile, she discreetly points at the man in the corner to prove her charade.

Following her finger, he saw the man from afar who happens to glance his way. He was met by a chilling cold eye that made him scurry away, leaving Skye.

Though surprised by the man's odd behavior, she shrugs it away. It's a relief he left. She has no plans of dealing with a terrible company with the mood she has right now. This night must be great.

But the man was not the last. As the night deepened, the pub is getting packed. Another two approach her. Unfortunately, they are not her type so she sent them away saying the same thing about her annoyed husband. If only they are just closely gorgeous as the man at the corner, she could reconsider. But no one seems to come close to how handsome he is.

"This might not be a great night, after all, Skye" she frustratedly mumbles to herself as she continues to sip her second glass of martini. Oblivious to the envy of the women who heard her boast about her husband.

She has been in the pub for hours and aside from the man in the corner, no one piques her interest.

"Maybe it's time to go home" She whispers after gulping half of the remaining liquid inside her glass. Seeming to have a pointless waiting, she gets ready to go back.

"I'm over with my vexation"

Startled by the presence beside her, her head snaps to the side where a figure occupies the seat next to her. And she was more stunned upon realizing it was the man at the corner of the room she had been watching earlier.

Aside from what he said, his mere presence made her head go blank. Like a fish out of water, her mouth opens and closes. Failing to speak her mind.

"You told everyone your husband is annoyed at you. The reason, you, 'my wife' was left alone" he continues after seeing her bafflement at his presence.

"I've overcome my 'irritation' now" he added, emphasizing the word irritation. His brows arched to the show she put up earlier.

Still unable to speak, she just keeps on staring at him while he did the same after getting no response.

"And since you are ready to leave, let's retire to our room, my lovely wife" Without tearing his gaze away from her, he casually told her.

"You better keep your charade or the men you just turned down would think you are toying with them" After she continues to be dumbfounded, he leans close to her ear and mutters. From someone's point of view, they are being intimate, but she knew better after hinting at the warning in his voice.

"Ahm..." Clearing her throat, she straightens her stiff limbs while trying to act casually with his closeness.

They are almost pressed together and it doesn't do well with her sanity. His manly scent mixed with the expensive cologne he was wearing is quite lethal.

"Your room or mine?" Getting a grasp of herself, she softly asks. She doesn't know where her courage came from but she doesn't want to contemplate at the moment. Maybe from the two glasses of martini, she consumed.

This is what she has been waiting for and she won't miss the chance though she doesn't want to get her hopes high. This might be a show he is willing to play. Anyway, she was not sure if he is really inclined in spending the night with her. Still, she's nervous and at the same time excited just being this close to him.

"If you will feel safer, let's have your room" he responded without moving away from her. His hot breath fanned her skin and she caught the smell of alcohol. Everything about him is stirring something delicious inside her. And it's making her more excited.

"My room, it is" She casually smiles while trying to hide her trepidation and her shaggy breath.

And though she has expected him to assist her, she was still surprised by the arm rounding her slim waist. His possessiveness overwhelmed her aside from noticing their height difference.

For her five feet three inches tall height with an added three inches from her heels, she still didn't reach his shoulder. He is quite a giant.

Walking side by side, they left the pub amidst the envious gazes from around. A perfect couple in everyone's eyes. And like a real couple, they played their part as they headed straight to the elevator.

She expected he will let her go once the door closes but she was wrong. He continues to hold her firmly.

"We're alone now" She calmly reminds him despite her hitched breath.

"Was it for a show?" He casually retorted without removing his arm around her. He even tighten his hold that plastered her to his side. His entire palm rested on her back, caressing its bareness.

The way he looks at her not only intimidates her but made her dumbfounded. All she did is meet his piercing gaze while dulled by the deafening beat of her heart.

"Well, bad news, wifey. I don't intend to just have a show here" With a smirk forming on his lips, he cups her chin as he closes the small gap between their faces. But he pause before their noses touch.

"I expect you to do what every wife should do to placate her husband after a fight" He earnestly added while his thumb caressing her slightly open lips.

"A great sex"

****tbc****

The Right One

"A great sex"

His words made her tense for a while but a slow smile carves her lips.

"Of course" With a challenging smile, she agrees, earning her a satisfied smirk.

And the challenge was gladly accepted.

The moment they were inside her hotel room, she was immediately ravished by his demanding kisses.

"Haaah..." She had the chance to fill her lungs with air after he releases her from scorching his mouth.

She almost cannot keep up with his ravishing passion. Not expecting such fervor. But she is loving his rough ministration.

Tilting her head upward, his lips and tongue trailed her jaw upward until he reached her ear. With his hot breath and wet tongue gracing her fevered skin, goosebumps cover her entire body.

He was aware of her delicious response and it's fueling his desire. His hands are exploring her body, seeming to be memorizing every curve and crevice. Until she felt the coldness around her hips. It only means one thing, her garments are gradually discarded.

"You're...waiting for... a hook up" Between his ragged breaths and kissing her neck, he mutters. It's not a question but more of a statement.

"Yes," she manages to respond amidst his pleasurable assault on her body.

"You've turned down a lot" he added, nibbling her jaw.

"I have a high standard" she mumbles while enjoying his hands and kisses.

"So, I met the standard" he gently bites her chin.

"First in my rank, actually" she smiles while clinging to him for support. Her feet are losing their strength and she needs his strength. His hands are also doing wonders to her body and she has to gasp her every breath.

"Care for a name?" he breathlessly asks.

"Nah, it could complicate things" Despite her euphoria, she declines.

"Just a hook up...just a night" like a realization, he mutters while glancing at her.

"Yes" readily, she replies. She was tempted to know his name and give him hers, but she got hold of herself on time. It's supposed to be just a hook-up.

"Well, then. One night it is..." with a clenched jaw, he mutters before continuing with what he left off.

One of his hands grabs her butt and grinds her against his hard bump. While the other is making its way inside her top.

"Ahmm..." With closed eyes, her body voluntarily arches.

"Perfect grab" he mutters after his hand found her perfect-size mount.

"Hmmngh..." was her only response to his gentle kneading.

His expertise is overwhelming her senses, she lost grasp of what's happening. She realized she was lying down after she felt the softness underneath her.

"Am I worth the first rank?" with his heavy breath fanning her face, he nuzzles his lips against her skin.

"Exceptional" she muster to say amidst the breathtaking pleasure he bestows on her body.

With him hovering above her, she felt dominated. And she was fully aware of his hands, playfully trailing their way between her legs.

"Ahh" her body voluntarily arches when his fingers start to play with her moist slit. Teasing her to yearn for more of his touch.

"Please...." her desperation sounded as she chase his every light stroke. Her breath is becoming heavier and heavier.

"Please, what?" with his eyes plastered on her grimacing face, he continued to lightly caress the wetness moistening his fingers.

"More..." she doesn't know what she was asking for but she knows there was something he should do to appease the hunger he stir deep inside her soul.

"Of course..." his heavy breath rumbles her ears.

"Ahrghh..." her moan that sounded like a growl echoes in the silence of the room after his fingers did more than teasing. Her body arches and it stays mid-air while she relishes the pleasure of his every stroke.

"So wet..." Watching her gasping face, he breathily mumbles. His fingers are dripping wet while making their way, up and down her precious jewel.

"Ahhn..." With her fingers digging into his arms, her body voluntarily moves to the rhythm she wasn't aware she knew.

She no longer cares how she looks while she opens her legs wide to accommodate his huge frame, especially his fingers. Waiting for the unknown. While her loud moans fill his ears and it's fueling his fervor.

"You're ready for me..." he huskily whispers.

"Yes... " deliriously, she moans. She is trembling and she seems to have lost control of her body from anticipation.

"Open your eyes" With a stern command, he waits for her to obey.

She did obey despite struggling to focus. With her gasping breath, she meets his intense gaze.

He could see the ravenous desire she yearns to fulfill. The delightful response of her body to his touch is satisfying his desirous need to possess her.

Ceaselessly, he continues to fondle her readiness. Making sure she could accommodate him.

"Look at me and don't dare look away" He hoarsely added. And she did. Their hot breaths met as they are closely staring at each other's ravenous eyes.

"Yes" with the hitched breath, she whispers, almost inaudible.

The anticipation intensified when she felt the smooth tip positioned on her entrance. About to gain entrance. And it did as his hips thrust forward.

"Ahrgh!"

With her nails digging into his skin, her pained cry echoes.

"Fuck!" Suddenly, he stopped midway. Abruptly propping his elbows to support his weight from thrusting deeper.

"What the fuck?" With gritted teeth and contained fury, he glares at her. However, she was not able to see his anger with her closed eyes.

"Open your eyes. Look at me" clenching his jaw, he demanded. His body is trembling from the need to be sheathed but was repressed.

"Just...let me...breath...please" Forcing herself to meet his scowling gaze, she tries to beg whilst her pained voice.

"What's your game?" But he was not placated.

"None..." She desperately denies it. A tear drops from her brimming pained eyes.

"Don't make a fool out of me" With a dangerous hint in his voice, he warns.

"I am not... Please... just give me time" she continues to plead whilst the unbearable pain below her body.

"Shit! Fuck you" Angrily, he mutters while pulling himself out.

"No...no, please don't...argh..." Her words were trapped when she felt another jolt of searing pain from his harsh movement.

"What's your game?" Gritting his teeth, he asks again. But this time, her hand is wrapped around her neck, choking her. If a glare could kill, she was long dead.

"ahck..." Despite how futile her chance was, she tries to remove his hand from her neck.

"Please...I can't... breathe..." With wide eyes and gasping for air, she begs.

Seeing her bloodshot eyes, brimming with tears, he abruptly released her. In a fleeting moment, he lost himself in the fury he feels.

"-ough...-ough...-ough" Holding her neck, a whopping cough follows as air rushes to her lungs.

Whilst in their awkward state, he remains angry. But despite his growing anger, he controls himself as he watches her compose herself. He even took the chance to glance below his body to see the streak of red mixed with the usual. And it confirms it all.

"What's your game? Answer me!" With chilling coldness in his voice, he demanded.

"As I have said...none" After being able to speak, she turns to meet his piercing eyes.

"I just want fun tonight. That's all. If my being..." She pauses to take a deep breath.

"If it matters to you, then I understand if you will leave" she continues without tearing her gaze away from him.

As their intense gazes lock, silence rules. Both are on their own contemplation. His earnest piercing gaze bore on her, somewhat drilling her innermost thoughts.

"No matter how huge I am, I can't make you bleed like this" after a while of silence, he mutters with a clenched jaw.

"Yes, this is my first. You're my first. I want to lose it to someone worthy of my attention. And it's you" Without inhibition, she candidly retorted.

"I don't need a game. I can have a man anytime but I waited. Until I noticed you. I know I found the right one" she added while still holding his gaze.

"We are both adults. I want this and if you are willing to splurge for me, then let's stop talking and do it. But if you can't indulge me, then you are free to leave" she casually added.

As much as she wanted to convince him, she deems it would be pointless. She will not stop him though she would be upset to be left hanging.

The grueling wait is slowly consuming her self-confidence but she endures the tense silence.

"Then bear with me" he coldly mutters.

Before she could realize what he means, his lips covers hers with a punishing kiss. But the kisses did not distract her from his intrusion as his hips firmly thrust forward.

"Ahhhn..." Her muffled groan was drowned in his devouring kiss.

But despite her dulled state, she was aware of the fingers intertwined with hers. With his act, she surprisingly found comfort. Rough and tender, that's how he is and it immensely appeased her from the pain.

Not long, they are moving in rhythm. And the pain she felt earlier was gradually replaced by something wonderful. A sensation she cannot explain. All she knows, it's bringing her to a certain pinnacle. A journey to the unknown.

But unlike earlier, there's something more than the pleasure he was starting to bestow her. And suddenly, realization struck her.

"You've taken it off?!" Gasping from their lengthy mouth duel, she raves in pure surprise.

"Ahhn..." Despite her shock, she can't help but moan as he continues with his steady onslaught on her tightness.

His hips' rhythmic movement and how her body responds to it are distracting her. She is becoming more defenseless by his delicious attack.

The bed moves with them while ragged breath fills the emptiness of the room. Like two wounded animals, they noisily traverse the direction toward the zenith of their heaven. It's a short yet rough path and they were so close to reaching the peak.

"Ahhn..." "Arghh..."

Grunts and groans erupted as their sweaty convulsing bodies tense at the apex they just reached. Their heavy breath fills each other's ears while he was slumped above her. She bears his weight which surprisingly gave her unexplainable solace.

"Did you realize, what you did is precarious?" she whispers after a while of having a grasp of her heavy breaths.

However, she got no response from him. He continued to be buried in the crook of her neck. Unbothered by his weight, crushing her.

"You took it off" She added after taking a deep breath.

"You want fun tonight, show me more" He mutters instead of dealing with her concern.

Slowly he straightens and propped himself to look at her in the eyes. And he saw her hesitation.

"I'm clean if that's what worrying you" Whilst his calm tone, she could hint at the sharpness in his words.

Gauging his temperament, she stares at him for a while before a chuckle erupted from her.

"Let's loosen up. This is not the one-night stand I'm fantasizing about. This should be fun with a lot of s€x, not a series of confrontations" Chuckling, she mumbles. While he calmly watches her face.

"Yay...!"

Suddenly, she was veered atop him. Stradling him while their bodies were still joined. And their position brought the monster deeper than she was prepared to accommodate.

"Argh..." Quickly, she braced her weight above him but she was still overwhelmed by the fullness she immediately feels.

"Shit" She mutters under her ragged breath while she tries to adjust the depth of his intrusion.

She would try to pull to ease her delicious discomfort but some of her movement would unintentionally push him more inside. Imitating the rhythm they just had earlier.

"Fuck" Her unnecessary activity atop him is making him crazy. Her innocent ministration is simply revealing her inexperience and at the same time giving him conflicting emotions.

"Oh, shit. I'm leaking" Out of nowhere she exclaims with wide eyes.

"Urgh" He loudly groans when she suddenly lifted herself to take a look at their joined bodies. But quickly slumped back after hearing his loud outbursts.

"Ahh, shit. That was good" She raves in surprise after realizing the pleasure of what she did. She even tries it for the second time and her eyes voluntarily close while relishing the sensation.

If she's fascinated, he was on the brink of losing his sanity. Above and joined to him is a naked splendor, ready to be ravished.

"Get this hips, working" His ravenous desire to possess her again resonated in his deep voice. Cupping both sides of her hips, he guides her to move the way he wanted.

"Ahhn...this is great" Panting, she exclaims while moving her hips at a steady pace. She enjoys her ride for a while before she leans forward to claim his lips that he has been biting while watching her.

"Uhm..." His groan was stifled by her demanding kiss. It's now her time to dominate him and it feels great.

Though her kisses lack expertise, it affects him in an unexpected way. She is enjoying her innocent ministration until her kisses trail his prominent jaw down to his neck. She starts with soft nibbles until he noticed she's sucking his skin.

"Fuck, you're marking me" he mutters whilst in his delirious state. He was never been marked and never on a one-night stand. But the woman dares to give him not only one but several of them.

Despite his hard tone, she remains unaffected. And with a sheepish grin on her beautiful face, she meets his glaring gaze.

"I've been dreaming to make hickeys. I want to try it" she casually explains with a sweet smile.

"I feel like an expert" she mumbles while caressing the spot of her masterpiece. Proud of what she did.

"Fuck, I have an important meeting tomorrow and I'll be wearing your marks. I'll be in real trouble" He irritatedly mumbles while rubbing his neck as if he could erase the red and purple fleck she made.

"It's just hickeys, what worst could happen?" With a shrug, she retorted with nonchalance.

Looking at her like she had the dumbest question, he glare at her with pure annoyance. He has all the patience in the world but the woman has the power to rile him. It's something new to him and to think they are in the middle of having s€x.

"Forced marriage" he mutters which made her eyes widen and dropped her jaw.

****tbc****

Hickeys

Despite giving her a fright of possible forced marriage because of the hickies she gave him, they still manage to finish their second round.

Exhausted and satiated, they fell asleep and it was before dawn that she starts to stir. Disoriented and pained, she tries to focus. Then, the memories of last night came rushing. And despite the discomfort she feels, a sleepy smile graces her lips. It was the best night of her life. A night she will never forget.

Taking a deep breath, her nostrils were filled with the masculine scent of the naked figure next to her. It's another new for her, experiencing waking up with a man. And she's liking it. She admit it or not, it brought warmth to her heart.

As much as she wanted to continue to be enveloped in his strong arms, she forces herself to wake up. She needs to leave.

Ever so slowly, she carefully removes the arms wrapped around her. And when she thought she was successful, she cautiously eases away from him to get off the bed.

"Where are you going?" His hoarse from sleep voice startled her together with the hand that abruptly grips her arm.

For a while, she froze on her spot before slowly turning to his side to find him still with closed eyes. But not long, they start to squint until it finally opens.

"Where are you going?" He asks again after getting no reply from her earlier.

But she was too immersed in staring at him to grasp his words. His bed hair and sleepy state are adorably cute. She hasn't thought she would find his disheveled look, fascinating.

Unlike last night, she doesn't feel the lust that burns her. This time, seeing him in such domesticity hits something different than just a need of the body.

"You want to use the bathroom?" He mumbles while rubbing away the sleep from his eyes.

"Ahm...yes. I will be taking a shower. It's almost morning, I need to go" Coming back to her senses, she quickly explains.

Her words made him pause what he was doing to thoughtfully stare at her. Seems to just have realized it was the end of the one night they shared.

"It's almost dawn. Cinderella needs to leave or she will turn into a pumpkin" she tries to joke at the complicated look in his eyes.

But it was a joke that even she doesn't find funny. She never expected that a one-night stand could be this complicated. She was not prepared that leaving could be difficult.

Even he was looking at her, unamused and at the same time deeply thoughtful.

"Yeah, just for a night. Right?" He scoffs while nodding, fully understanding what she meant.

"Yes, one night" Nodding, she tries to smile but her lips seem too heavy for a smile.

"How about the name" He added drily. Not expecting too much from her. She made it clear last night, but for no apparent reason, he brought it up again.

Taking a subtle deep breath, she slowly releases it with a sigh. Somehow knowing he already expects her response.

"That would just complicate things. Let's be a stranger to each other" Another laborious smile carves her lips.

"And if we happen to cross paths again, let's pretend we haven't met. That this night never happened between us" she added.

The more they talk the more her chest constricts heavily. Is this what she is supposed to feel after a rumble under the sheet? How could others survive every time they have a one-night stand? Or it is just her because it's her first?

Haywire thoughts are filling her head. A lot of questions she needs to answer. But she won't dare ask.

"Hah..."

She was pulled back to the present when she hears his sarcastic chuckle. And while staring at his piercing eyes, she gave him a soft smile. That's all she could muster.

It's been a moment of pure silence as they lock their gazes before she was pulled back into his arms. She was startled but she didn't resist. Whatever he plans to do, she's surprisingly looking forward to it.

"Then, let's have the last round" He mutters while snuggling her lips before claiming them.

And like a moth against the temptation of a flickering fire, she was enticed. She allowed him to ravish her body. But unlike the previous night, he is more gentle. Almost tender that's she's loving it.

Without losing fervor, their every move is unhurried. Seeming to be relishing every moment that they are together. If not for being a stranger, they could have mistaken their act for making love. For someone with experience, it is way far from the usual rumble of a one-night stand.

For the third time, he claims her. But this time it's somewhat cherishing gentleness, almost soulful. Both are aware of the invisible connection developed between them. But given their circumstance, they are desperately struggling to resist.

"Ahhn..." Her moans were muffled by his slow lingering kisses while they move in rhythm as one. Different from their previous ones.

With her arms wrapped around him, her hands move to explore his splendor. Seeming to memorize every firm muscle of his perfectly toned body. He feels great in her touch. While he did the same. His hands wander around her flawless nakedness.

As they pave the way toward their heaven, they pour everything into the unspoken language that only lovers know. They dance to unheard music. Their bodies knew their deepest yearning amidst the certainty of not meeting again.

It's just a one-night stand. They are supposed to just hook up and leave. But their impending parting seems arduous for her.

And it's been in her mind since she left the hotel. Leaving the stranger who has been a huge part of her unforgettable night.

No matter where her feet and her crazy brain would bring her, she will never forget the man who claimed her first.

"Thank you for a wonderful experience. Whoever you are" She whispers while blankly staring far away. The sun is already rising on the horizon and her flight is about to depart.

While the plane rises into the air, her heart continues to sink deeper into unexpected despair. The heaviness is overwhelming her and a tear fell down her cheeks. The realization struck her hard but she fervently shakes her head while massaging her constricted chest.

"Shit" She has to take several deep breaths to ease his laborious breath. The first time she got affected by leaving.

"Why should you be special?"

"No, you're nothing special" She kept on mumbling while taking deep breaths. Convincing herself everything is normal and she must go on with her plans.

"Clam down, Skye. You're just being trivial. Stop being sentimental" she added with closed eyes. She has a few hours before landing and with the exhaustion she feels right now, she plans to sleep. But her head is haywire.

Thankfully, exhaustion won. She unknowingly enters the pit of slumber while she's busy reminiscing her thoughts of last night.

All thoughts were pushed to the corner of her head the instant she disembarks. She needs to catch a cab or she will be late. It's her first day on the job and she doesn't want to create a not-so-good impression about tardiness. Thankfully, she decided to change her clothes at the airport before she took her flight earlier.

From the airport, she will go directly to work, and luckily, a lot of cabs were waiting outside of the arrival.

With unconscious tapping on the armrest of the vehicle, she fervently looks around the new territory. It was her first time being in the country and she feels like she did a great decision.

"This is what I envision it to be" She cheerfully whispers while watching the proud skyscrapers around the city. The most industrialized city she's been with.

"Wright Group of Companies is a massive factor in this country's success" she mumbles without expecting a response.

Several buildings, if not all, display the WGC emblem. An obvious reality that the city is ruled by the biggest conglomerate in the world.

"If one of the Wrights would pursue a seat in politics, they would surely dominate. The entire population loves them. But they are too busy for politics"

The driver who has been discreetly watching her fascination with the scenery around, speaks.

"Really? They are amazing" With wide eyes and a sweet smile, she raves in surprise.

"Tourist?" He amiably asks. They are used to tourists visiting the country, especially the main city.

"No, sir. I will be working at the WGC main office" Proudly, she announces.

"Wow, congratulations. Employees of WGC are well compensated. You're lucky" With a sincere smile, he salutes her.

"Thank you" she sweetly smiles before her eyes caught the tallest edifice among the skyscrapers she saw along the way.

"We are almost there" The driver gaily announces upon seeing her gaping at the towering structure ahead of them.

"Good luck with your job. Have a great day, madam" After stopping at the very front of the enormous building, he turned to look at her.

"Thank you" she just absent-mindedly mumbles while getting out of the vehicle. Indeed she was speechless about how magnificent the place is.

The photos on the web did not give justice to its true grandeur.

"This is it, Skye. This will be our playground for now" she whispers to herself while she looks up at the intimidating structure in front of her. She has to squint to see its top but the sun is too bright despite wearing sunglasses.

"I will be late" Realizing the bright ray of the sun, she was reminded of the time she needs to be at work.

"Shit, you can't be late, Skye" she mutters under her breath while taking long strides towards the building.

Not only her who is in a hurry. The lobby is full of well-dressed quickly pacing people. Everyone looks elegant in their business suit.

Good thing she chooses to wear nude-colored tailored pants paired with her white chiffon long-sleeve top with the same color inner camisole. Only a classic diamond earring adorns her ears and a white strap watch is around her wrist. Her two inches stiletto sling-back pumps the same color as her pants, finish her elegant attire.

Glancing at her watch, it's still fifteen minutes before clock-in but everyone including her doesn't want to dally.

Clutching her white Lou Lou bag, she joins the pool of hastening employees toward the elevators. It's quite packed but she managed to find a spot.

Standing in front of the doors, she entertain herself by watching the number display when she noticed an unobtrusive commotion on her right side.

"One of the heirs has arrived"

"I really can't get enough of these brothers. They are such perfection"

"Gorgeous like their parents"

"Who arrived? We are lucky to see one of them this early in the morning"

"The third heir, I think. Those are his security"

"COO Xander Wright is always the charming one, unlike Sir Alek and CEO Lucas. The two older brothers are so dangerously intimidating. I'm scared to even look at them when I happen to meet them here"

Curious to see the topic of discussion among the employees, she tries to stretch her neck to skim the crowd. Searching for the person they are talking about. And indeed, a group of several men in black suits are rounding a prominent figure.

"Yes, it's COO Xander Voulker Wright" someone confirms in a hushed voice.

"He is so handsome"

"Are those kiss marks on his neck?" With pure shock, someone raves in contained enthusiasm.

"What? Let me see" Tiptoeing and trying to be discreet, some of the women made a ruckus of stretching their necks to have a peek.

"Shit, Mr. Xander Wright is covered with hickeys" someone also exclaims in hosted voice.

"What an audacious woman to have left her marks on Mr. Wright"

"Is he in a relationship?"

"I don't think so. He doesn't relationships"

Murmurs started to whir around, but Skye's focus was not on them. It's on the imposing figure whose face she will never forget.

Looking at the man whose eyes were concealed by expensive sunglasses, her entire body went cold. If he was aware of the murmurs around him, he shows no hint. But he slightly turned toward the noise and where she was standing.

Abruptly, she turns away, afraid he might spot her. She hides as much as she can from the people beside her. She just can't believe her misfortune of being in one place with him.

Did she just spend the night with one of the heirs of the Wright Group of Companies?

Because the man standing several feet away from her was the man who claimed her innocence. And the one she gave hickeys.

Xander Voulker Wright.

****tbc****