Viscious, cruel, cold -- those are just some of the words used to describe Jade Von Kaiser, the sole heiress to the Von Kaiser fortune. Working alongside her father, she has proven to be the only one worthy of the title, and she doesn't care who she...
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Dylan's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he drove us back to the office. He was silent, but the way his knuckles whitened and his jaw clenched made it clear he wasn't happy.
"How did you find me?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Andrew told me," he stated simply.
"How did Andrew know?"
"It only took a quick Google search to figure out which grand opening Ha-rin was attending. I'm not sure if you two are aware of how famous you are."
I sighed and leaned against the car door. Our popularity had faded with time but not enough to move all the attention away from us. It didn't matter how much I stayed away from the spotlight. People always knew every detail of my life. Although I enjoyed the attention most of the time, sometimes it was sickening. I've lived my whole life at the center of people's gazes, and I wondered what life would be like without.
"I didn't realize you and Andrew were BFFs now," I grumbled, unamused by how quickly Dylan had managed to grasp my most loyal underling.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Jade. I'm not some attractive airhead you can play around with like you do to so many others. I can destroy you if I really wanted to."
His words were calm but insanely chilling. The hairs on the back of my neck stood in reaction to his deep voice, and I knew then who was truly in charge between the two of us. Dylan took whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and this fact only solidified with his quick conquest of my heart.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked, barely above a whisper. Dylan turned to face me for only a second with narrowed eyes.
"Of course I'm mad at you. The whole reason I was hired to be around you was to protect you, and how can I do that if you try to run away?" Irritation intertwined in his words as he spoke.
"I just thought you needed some space from me. I think we've been spending too much time together," I admitted hesitantly.
Dylan remained quiet as he pulled back into the reserved parking spot of my office tower. He turned off the engine and sighed, pushing his hair back with his fingers.
"Spending time with you is my job," he said bluntly.
"Yeah, but the other night--"
"Forget that. I was just caught up in the moment. We had a nice fling, but that's that. Let's not dwell on it. I don't know how you think I feel about you, but I can guarantee you're wrong."
His words were firm, his eyes stone cold. I pursed my lips, thinking of the words to say but coming up with absolutely nothing. Tears began to well in my eyes, but I fought them back with sheer will. Why did his words hurt as much as they did? People have called me every insult under the sun, but nothing compared to the pain in my chest I felt at this very moment.
