Desires Die Hard

While Anya got up to use the washroom, his assistant rushed to the second floor and waited for her by the hallway of the pub’s washroom.

Hayden stood in front of Anya, blocking her path when she got out of the washroom. He then politely said, “Ms. MacMillan, Mr. Welton is currently waiting at the second floor deck.”

“Evan is here too?

Anya frowned and felt a little repulsive in that instant as she said, “I’m really sorry but it’s off working hours now. I don’t want to see your Mr. Welton.” Anya wanted to leave after she said that.

However, Hayden followed her as he said, “Please don’t make this difficult for me, Ms. MacMillan. Mr. Welton explicitly wanted you to meet him up there.”

Anya bit her lips as she wondered just how was she making things difficult for him? Why could he not say that he was the one who was making things difficult for her instead? She then told Hayden, “Mr. Lang, you can tell him what I said.”

Hayden obviously knew that he could pass Evan her message but how could Evan possibly accept a middle–person’s message anyway?

What he wanted was for him to bring Anya up to the second floor to meet him.

It seemed that Hayden was truly in a very tough situation. However, in order to complete his task, he had no choice but to be annoyingly persistent. Thus, he followed closely behind Anya. However, Anya could not bring him along to where Jake and everyone was since this would cause everyone else to misunderstand her.

She would no doubt be unable to get Hayden to stop following her like this.

She bit her lips and spoke in a slightly furious tone, “Please take me to meet your Mr. Welton, Mr. Lang.”

The instant Hayden heard her say that, he immediately nodded and brought her to the VIP deck on the second floor.

If the bottom floor was for the average people to hangout then the second floor was for the extremely wealthy people or spoiled rich kids to hang out

The starting price for a seat on this deck would be a hundred thousand dollars. Those spoiled wealthy kids that were hanging out on the deck were all staring at Anya with a predatory glare when she entered Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Those glares made Anya feel very uncomfortable as she looked away and picked up her pace with Hayden to meet Evan.

Evan was sitting at the very end of the deck at the moment.

When Hayden led her over, Anya was immediately greeted by the sight of Evan smoking elegantly. The smoke was surrounding and obscuring his handsome face.

Anya was not in the mood to admire his face as all she felt annoyed. Before Hayden could say anything, she immediately spoke up with a subtly furious voice, “What do you want from me, Mr. Welton?”

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“Come sit with me.” Evan replied. He could sense the anger from her voice but he was not bothered by it as he waved at

her.

However, it would be impossible for Anya to willingly fall into his trap, so she stood on the same spot and said, “Just say what you want.”

“I thought you were going on a date with the lawyer, Jamie? What are you doing here?” Evan asked in a deep magnetic voice he stared at her with a predatory glare while holding the cigarette in between his long fingers.

“This is my personal business.” Anya replied. Anya knew that he had nothing important to tell her, so she said, “I believe there’s nothing important you wanted to tell me, Mr. Welton. Well then, I’ll be on my way!

“Who told you that I don’t have anything serious to tell you about?” Evan chuckled while his voice sounded extremely

attractive to hear.

It sounded extremely attractive to the ears.

“What is it then?”

“Come over here.” Evan replied. It seemed that he was incredibly patient in toying with her. He then said, “Are you planning to continue talking to me while you stand over there?”

“Or are you waiting for me to drag you over here?”

His comment sounded extremely flirtatious as the moment he made the comment, Anya could feel that she was getting a little flustered. She then remained silent for a couple of seconds before sitting on the very edge of the seat.

The moment she sat down, Hayden excused himself to aside, leaving the duo behind on the spacious seats.

Evan looked up and took a glance at her before cracking a gentle smile as he got up and immediately sat next to her. Anya initially wanted to get up after Evan suddenly sat next to her. However, Evan immediately grabbed her and forcefully pulled her down before speaking in a magnetic voice, “I need to kiss you after you’re being so disobedient.”

Anya was speechless. She was feeling a little flustered again.

She instinctively remained still after that. However, it was not a good thing for her when Evan was sitting so close to her. She felt very frustrated when the mild tobacco scent along with his entered her nose.

It seemed that two of his button on his black shirt was unbuttoned as well, subtly exposing his firm muscles.

Anya was unintentionally blinded by this sight. She immediately pursed her lips and was even more tempted to leave. She then said, “Just tell me what you want to say, Mr. Welton.”

Evan then gave her a glance. He then took his time when he reached out to pick up a glass of pre– mixed fruit juice from the table and handed it to her. He said, “Try it. I’ve made it myself.”

Anya frowned slightly when she noticed the colorful looking liquid in the glass as she said, “I don’t drink alcohol.”

“It’s not. It’s actually fruit juice.” Evan replied as he handed Anya the glass into her soft hands. He added, “Take a sip and I’ll talk to you about today.”

Although Anya did not want to drink, after knowing how unreasonable the man was, she had no choice but to drink. She lowered her head and took a sip. Unexpectedly, it was actually really sweet and tasted really good. It truly was non-

alcoholic.

Anya could not help but take another sip. However, a drop of juice could be seen on her lips when she was done.

Evan noticed it as his gaze dimmed. He leaned over and sipped the drop of fruit juice away using his lips. Then, he gently pressed his lips against her soft warm lips. He spoke to her with his deep and warm breath, “The juice is really sweet, right?”

It seemed that regardless if the juice was sweet or not was not important anyway.

Anya’s mind felt as if a bombshell had exploded in her while her mind went completely blank.