Desire for more is evident in every move of Elgon Davis.
He’s always got his eyes on the prize. He can hold a bag of cash, literally, whenever he wants to. No one dares to outwit him, or challenge him, because anyone who would is a suicidal maniac.
He’s a devil dressed in inaccurate white.
Finery adorned him, from head to toe. A killer smile, a wolfish smirk, glowering amber eyes that can silence anyone. And his weakness?
What’s that? Such a peculiar word.
Pawns; that’s how he saw the girls he effortlessly snatched after every winning night from the casino.
No guilt squeezes his heart when he sees each and every one break in front of him, in tears—in regret because they allowed themselves to be manipulated, to be so mindless. They were fools.
But the golden prize...
The prize herself IS the opponent. And her daughter is the obstacle.
Though reserved, obviously vulnerable, and pure, Elsa is not just some desperate, anguished woman who agrees with anything. She’s indifferent to the face of romance.
She has her own set of rules, rightful limitations that makes her so different from another. A woman of many things. There was much more to her than her well known independence, and he appreciates a good mystery.
Those have already made him more determined for the grand prize. Hard to get.
Once he wins, she’ll be perfect.
Every step made the women holding files weak in the knees, but the other employees couldn’t help but back away and leave himself to storm into his business. They’re obviously wary and afraid of his presence alone. But shamefully attracted.
Smoke expelled from his lip balmed mouth, and he groped his pockets for a flask to quench his thirst, quite aware of the neglected ‘No Smoking’ sign plastered on the rigid wall of the elevator. Giving the fifteenth floor a good jab, his feet soon felt light and he was off.
The lavish sight of lucullan marble floors complimenting the ornate wall vases of Wisteria blossoms welcomed his steadfast figure.
Elgon hid a pleased smirk and began to baptize the lustrous floor with Gucci Princetowns, skimming over each corresponding aesthetic workplaces the higher-ups do their jobs in.
The facilities of Arendelle Co. alone represent what a privilege it would be to have this place as the establishment of your career.
“Did you even request for an appointment?”
Damn road block.
The Executive Director couldn’t help but be so proud of his remarkable talent in wiping off the infamous scoundrel’s smugness. Digging his other gloved hand into his pockets casually, Heine calmly twirled a golden rod strand between two fingers.
“Schmidt...” Elgon growled.
“Davis,” Just with how nonchalantly the intellectual can say his surname, Elgon’s pride was severely bruised. “Dear, dear Davis. Barging in unauthorized,” Heine tutted, “My morning was going so smoothly.”
“Out of my way,” Elgon hisses.
“You must be joking, big boy,” Heine waved dismissively, guffawing as he did, “This isn’t your cheap domain.”
Honestly, Heine is more of a rival than his superior can ever be.
He could disguise scorn with an all too ‘genuine’ laugh, present impressive proposals to fellow businessmen over strawberry champagne, bewitch someone without making a move—and then most terrifyingly, he scarcely wears a frown. In short, Heine’s enthralling, yet immensely dangerous.
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Romance❝I'm sorry I wasn't your yesterday.❞ Elsa's life was deprived of happiness. Not until she found two strangers; one whose smile can heal any broken hearts out there, and one who was mesmerized by her instead of the stars. Elsa's life was deprived o...
