Eileen Field is the ruthless CEO and owner of Field Enterprises. She is a fighter and she gets what she wants. So what happens when Nicholas Winston, owner and CEO of her rivaling business Winston Industries, starts showing interest in her. Will she...
I woke with a start. Something was in my bed. Wait it was moving.
I screamed. Grant came back for me. I knew it.
Nick shot up. "Eileen!" He grabbed my shoulders. "Eileen. It is just me."
I got out of the bed. "What if you had been Grant. I am helpless." I looked at him. My eyes were turning an icy blue. I knew I was angry, and by the look on Nick's face he knew it too.
"Eileen, you are not defenseless." He slowly got out of my bed. I was relieved to see him in sweat pants and a tee shirt. "Remember back in high school, how you ended up beating the pulp out of that one guy?"
"That was back when I used my anger to get what I wanted. Not very lady like." I turned to look out my window at my gardens.
"Eileen, anyone with eyes can see that you are ripped." He touched my shoulder. I looked at him.
"I was ripped." I shrugged.
"You still are." Nick grabbed my arm.
Sure at one point in my life I may have spent any where from six to eight hours at the gym, I had not spent as much as of recently what with my business taking off. \
"Nick." I pulled my arms around myself. "Thanks but I am helpless. I am a frail flower. I was trained to be that. That is me."
"Eileen." He called as I ran from my room.
I ran to my closet and shut the giant door.
"Eileen." He pounded on the double doors.
"Leave me alone." I pleaded. A stray tear streaked down my face. Alone that is what I needed to be.
I sunk to the floor as tears of hatred filled my eyes.
"Fine." He walked away. I brushed the tears from my eyes and straightened. I stood up and walked to my clothes. Something powerful looking. A take me serious or I will kill you look.
I settled on a jumpsuit with an extended sleeve that fell at my knees. A pair of heels and gold jewelry completed my look.
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My hair was done down in curls and my french tipped fingers dripping with diamonds. An expensive diamond bracelet encircled my wrist. I looked myself up and down in the mirror and then walked out of the closet.
I moved to the grande staircase. A short walk brought me to the kitchen. I grabbed a protein bar and my keys to my Rolls Royce Black Badge Wraith.
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