Desires Die Hard Chapter 82
Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Chapter 82
âMr. Lang, did Mr. Welton tell you why he needs me in his office?â Anya asked calmly. She shouldnât jump to conclusions so easily.
âHe didnât tell me why. Why donât you follow me upstairs, Ms. MacMillan?â Hayden smiled polite as the lie flowed from his lips. He eyed the young woman before him and thought privately to himself that there was no way he was telling her the
truth.
Honestly, Anya was very pretty. It explained why Evan had instructed him to draft a contract last night that would make Anya his lover should she sign the papers.
It was obvious that this wouldnât be an ordinary relationship between romantic partners. Hayden had no idea if Anya would agree to such a relationship. He was honestly worried for his superior.
Couldnât the man court the young woman like how the typical young man would a woman he was interested in?
Why was he proposing an illicit relationship that traded sexual services for payment instead?
It was impossible to read Evanâs mind. He was but a mere personal assistant. How would he know what Evan was thinking?
âRight now?â Anya asked reluctantly. She really didnât want to go.
She still remembered the kiss that Evan had forced on her last night!
What if he tried it again?
No way. What was she thinking?
Evan could have any woman he wanted.
Why would he try to kiss her again and suffer her rejection? He probably had questions for her.
She was sure of it.
Anya wasnât ready to leave JK Couture yet.
She needed to build her savings because there was no way she could take back what the MacMillans owed her mother
without spending some money.
Anya yanked herself out of her thoughts. She ended up following Hayden upstairs to Evanâs office.
She had to keep her job at Welton Group.
It wasnât her lucky day today. Anya bumped into one of her least favorite persons in the elevator. Sydney.
The young woman wore a deep red, skintight dress and a pair of red heels. She looked like a skank. She had a folder in her arms. Her face was caked in makeup. The young woman looked as if she were dressed for a party and not for work.
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The two young women exchanged a look with each other in the elevator. Anya twisted her face away and decided to ignore Sydney.
Sydney had given Anya one of her murderous glares when she had seen her. She, too, turned her eyes away.
Hayden remained clueless while the two young women were busy ignoring each other.
His job was to get Anya into Evanâs office. He didnât care about anything else.
It didnât take long before the elevator arrived at the lavishly decorated top floor of the Welton Group Tower.
Hayden waited for Anya to step out of the elevator before following her out. The gesture caught Sydney by surprise. Incredulity and hate warred against the other as they colored her eyes.
Didnât Anya swear that she was going to stay away from Evan?
What was she doing here with Hayden?
Sydney curled her fingers into tight, angry fists. Anya had lied to her.
She had lied. She had broken her oath.
The young womanâs guts churned with rage and jealousy. She couldnât help it. She was intensely and desperately jealous of her Anya. Her stepsister from a different mother.
Anya was prettier and smarter than she was.
She had always come out top in class when they had been in school.
Sydneyâs eyes were rimmed with envy. A streak of panic coursed through her head as she watched Anya make her way towards Evanâs office.
She rushed out after her. She didnât even care that Hayden was watching.
Sydney seized Anya by the arm, then spat out angrily. âAnya, you promised me. You swore an oath. So, what are you doing here?â
out of her a
Anya simply threw her a frost look before yanking her arm out of her grip. âYou should ask Mr. Welton that question. Iâm not here because I want to be here. Heâs the one who asked for me.â
âYouâre lying. Mr. Welton hates your guts. Why would he ask for you?â Sydney spat out viciously.
Her features were twisted with rage.
The look of disdain on Haydenâs face seemed to have slipped her notice. Hayden couldnât help but find Sydney a little confrontational.
She shared the same last name as Anya, but they were worlds apart.
âBecause we donât mix work and our personal lives,â Anya retorted sharply. âWhy donât you ask Hayden? Heâll tell you if Iâm
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the one who requested to see Evan or if Evanâs the one who demanded my presence in his office.â
If she had the means, Anya would make Sydney and Melissa pay for what they had done to her.
But she didnât.
She couldnât have her revenge right now.