Desires Die Hard

Chapter 20 

Evan made his way towards Anya slowly, his towering form growing into a looming shadow as he approached the young woman. 

Anya hadn’t expected that. Momentarily shocked, she froze in her spot. The young woman stared stupidly at the man before her. 

He was a towering wall that cast a deep shadow over her. The intimidating aura he exuded was a vast net in which Anya found herself caught and helplessly trapped in. 

She couldn’t move. 

Evan walked right up to her. His slender fingers pinched her chin hard. His voice was cold and devoid of emotion. “Ms. MacMillan, are you sure you didn’t mean to turn up in my office?” 

His fingers were cool against Anya’s skin. The grip he had on her chin was hard and uncomfortable. 

Anya broke out of her stupor instantly. She lifted her arm and shoved Evan’s hand away from her. Then, she took a few steps back. “Mr. Welton, I’ve made myself clear many times. I’m not doing this on purpose.” 

“I know you think I was responsible for what happened a year ago. I know I can’t convince you otherwise. But it’s been a year. I’m honestly not interested in upsetting you and getting into your bad side. I’m also not interested in setting you up.” 

“I worked hard to get this job. I don’t want to lose it. I hope you won’t go out of the way to make things difficult for me,” Anya said: She sounded incredibly sincere. 

Her earnest tone had Evan staring at her for a long time. 

The look on Anya’s face seemed slightly sullen but otherwise, she appeared composed and devoid of any emotion. Her voice sounded equally calm. She spoke politely and with a kind of distant indifference. 

Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe this wasn’t a trap at all and she wasn’t trying to reel him in. 

Evan narrowed his eyes. He had a feeling that he had made a genuine mistake. He had mistaken her intentions. However, if he had not, he wasn’t going to fall for whatever trap she had set for him either. 

Evan decided he shouldn’t waste any more time on Anya. He wasn’t interested in spending so much time on guessing a woman’s intentions and whether she was trying to get into his pants again. 

He threw the file back at Anya’s feet. “Tell your managing director to redo his proposal. I want a detailed plan. Not false promises and fluff. Give me something realistic.” 

“And have a care for how you look the next time you come delivering documents to me, Ms. MacMillan. We’re a company with a proper dress code, not some street stall hawking wares by the road. You should mind the way you look.” In other words, Evan was going to let her off this time. 

But he might not the next time, if this happened again. There was another message hidden in his words. He no longer thought that this was a ploy to seduce him. 

Having made his message clear, Evan returned to his work without sparing Anya a second glance. 

Anya felt relieved to the pardon she was given. The man’s stares were simply too intimidating. She felt like a specimen trapped under a microscope when his eyes were on her. 

She bent forward and grabbed the file that Evan had thrown at her feet. The next moment, she was clutching the file tightly to her chest and racing out of the office. 

The door to Evan’s office slammed shut. 

Anya marched straight towards the elevator. Her heart finally sank back into her chest. 

Her hand darted forward as she hit the button on the panel. She scurried quickly when the elevator arrived at her floor. 

Anya held tightly onto the file as she released a long sigh of relief. She swore she was going to stay out of Evan’s way as much as she could. She couldn’t afford to have the man suspect her of trying to seduce him every time they ran into each other. She couldn’t afford to relive what had happened a year ago. 

Anya felt her hair falling out due to the stress she’s under. 

She hadn’t expected Evan to hold onto a grudge for so long. That incident had happened a year ago. Yet, he was still nursing an intense grudge against her for it. 

Has he not realized that she was the true and greatest victim that night? Even if she had somehow.set him up and lured him into bed…he was a man, wasn’t he? She was a woman. She should be the one who got the worse end of the deal. 

She had lost her virginity that night. What did he lose? Nothing! 

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Anya knew that Evan felt nothing for her. All Evan felt for her was disgust and hate. She had known that a long time ago. He seemed to think of himself some kind of exquisite trophy though. A trophy that had been claimed by her because she had spent a night with him. 

Was that his excuse for hating her?