Chapter 5 (5) - Leslie's POV

My blood freezes.

That voice—It couldn't be!

Every trace of heat evaporates beneath a crushing wave of terror.

Actually, the inhibitors had finally worked, and that was what I was trying to tell Maddox but.. maybe it's because Maddox is so stubborn or I wanted him to go all the way with whatever he wanted to do with me, we just...

"...Vice President Singerr?"

Maddox's hand stops moving before I even find my voice. His sharp golden eyes snap toward the entrance while mine stay fixed on the hallway leading to the front door.

My heart hammers against my ribs.

Of all people...why does it have to be the chairman visiting my abode?

I shove Maddox backward so hard he nearly stumbles into the dining chair.

"Bedroom," I hiss.

He frowns.

"Now!"

For once, the stubborn kid Alpha doesn't argue and do as I said.

Heavy footsteps echo outside as I barely manage to straighten my clothes before another knock lands against the door.

"Vice President Singerr?"

Damn it!

I drag a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. My scent is still everywhere. If he steps inside...

No. He couldn't.

I open the door only a crack.

"Is something wrong?" The older Alpha—Chairman, who's Maddox's uncle of course—smiles politely, asking. "Vice President Singerr, can I come in?"

I force a smile, "Well, you see, Chairman... I...."

Behind me, I can practically hear Maddox holding his breath.

How can I let the chairman come in and inhale my scent? What if he hates it? No! He's an alpha and he's not supposed to inhale because it'd be practically considered me seducing him.

"I'm actually looking for that little nephew of mine. I heard you took him away from the game today," he goes straight to hitting the nail in the head, his hands finding his pocket.

I smile, nervously. Of course! His nephew! The one who was just about to fuck me!

"Master Gordon!" I yell.

Yeah, we've been caught. Not like caught caught but what else am I supposed to do?

The man comes looking for his nephew where his nephew is, I definitely can't lie that he's not here!

Maddox doesn't disappoint.

He comes out neat and all arranged, smiling like a good boy that he definitely wasn't.

"Uncle! You're here to watch Mr. Singerr scold me, aren't you?"

"What?" The chairman's eyebrows fly up like he just heard a shocking news.

He looked from Maddox, then to me, back to Maddox and then to me again. "This brat let you scold him?"

I smile nervously again.

All the while, we're outside the closed doors of my stinking condo. We were at the entrance way.

"Heh, uncle, I just want to get outta here. Take me home, I'm done listening to him," Maddox snorts.

That boy is playing his cards so well.

The chairman breaks into a wide grin. "Well, you're stuck with vice president Singerr till you change. Out of every person I sent, only him," he points to me. "..has managed to scold you without you calling for him to get fired."

Maddox shakes his head. "No. I'd work with this one."

This one..?

Maddox doesn't look back and strides to the elevator, not even saying a goodbye. I mean, not like I wanted one but..

"Mr. Singerr, I see you're doing a good job," the chairman praises me and I feel guilty instantly.

I force myself to smile appreciatively.

The chairman taps my shoulder. "Keep up the good work. Don't do anything you're not supposed to do and what you desire will come to you."

And just like that, he turns and walks away.

They both leave, and I'm standing at the entrance way feeling like a million ants were eating at my conscience. I literally hear my conscience blame me.

But I swear that this will never happen again.

I hear a Ding! As a notification pops on my phone.

I watch my screen. The notification is a bank notification. I have been credited the upfront as promised by the chairman. 

Good!

I will make sure I take the right inhibitors at the right time. In fact, I will take my inhibitors everyday, even though I am not in heat. There must be absolutely no room for compromise. This is my preventive measure.

I must not loose this job and myself.

There responsibilities on my shoulders... you may not know it now but soon you will. I may seem like I don't carry so much burden but, that's because I hide it perfectly.

I have a lot on the line to lose and Maddox Gordon has nothing to lose.

He's just nineteen and has a whole future ahead of him.

What am I thinking? Right now, I have to shower and get myself prepared for dinner with... with that man. Owen!

Sun God, help me.