La Serpiente, Foxy cursed bride in CEO Ghost’s lair - Chapter 13

The mug was throwing a hot puff of steam on my face, the moon was bright from my balcony. As perhaps it was happy and knew it’s destiny.

The mug was hot, warming my hand by which I was holding. Though my outer was cold, icey cold upon the very terrifying thought but the inner me was becoming a hot magma of feelings.

“I know I have to fall in love with someone, it doesn’t matter how.

All that I know is important that I cannot love Mr president.”

I was aware that we belong to two different worlds and what Lolita said, could not be fulfilled in anyway.

“I do feel something upon his very thought and name. Will he understand my feelings?Apparently I’m just an employee and he is my boss, moreover he is ‘The Sinclair MacLaverty’. I will be doomed if he ever came to knew about this.”

“Will he insult me for thinking too high? Oh no, no….I cannot love him. I cannot tell him how I feel. Maybe he is not my destination and I should not walk on this path, I should backout. Maybe it’s just infatuation, Yes of course it’s all because of this stupid handsome face.”

With my inner confusion I sipped from the mug and starred out at the bright sky.

“But why he behaves weird around me? Is he trying to lure me towards him? Oh my God, how could I mistake it as something pure. He is a womanizer! ”

I shook my head in complete shock upin my assumption and took another sip of my delicious coffee.

[The next day]

Working in that deadly silence Sinclair was feeling awkward. He wanted to talk actually why he left in between, he just wanted to listen her voice. He thought of many reasons but all of them were not going to work.

An hour passed silently again. When someone knocked at the glass door of cabin covered with black smoke-type paper.

And without waiting for Sinclair’s permission a lady came in.

“Oh hello, my love. Missed me ?”

The lady in bloody red short dress, that was hugging her curves tightly, making every nerve and plump breasts visible, she overlooked at Syna who had her head burried in files and completely ignored her presence. She strode towards Sinclair and like a cunning fox she sat in his lap.

During this whole act Sinclair had his eyes staring at Syna blankly.

Actually both were staring each other with a lot of unsaid questions glimmering in eyes.

Bellaire scooped his face with her both hands and moved her one finger on his face, starting from the middle of his forehead and ending on his lips.

She pulled his face towards herself and whispered audible enough for Syna to listen.

“Aww! I missed you, my love.”

The lady was showing Syna her superiority that Sinclair belongs to her.

She was intentionally doing that by creating a lovey-dovey atmosphere. When Sinclair pushed her and came to his senses and glaring at her angrily.

“Behave yourself Bellaire. We are in company and moreover you are not my girlfriend, thus behaving like this. It will be good if you leave.”

Sinclair spoke in a loud voice. Bellaire was insulted and could not speak anything so left stomping her stilettos on the floor, that the voice could be heard by both in the cabin.

They both were alone now and silently staring at each other when Syna suggested.

“Um! boss you should tell your girlfriend to meet you at home. Coming here like this will effect your reputation.”

A sudden pain pricked into his heart. ‘GIRLFRIEND! Really ?’

The very thought stroked into his head.

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What she said I hated that to the core, after all Syna was my only bride.

“She perceived that -that girl as my girlfriend. Why? When I was madly waiting for her these centuries.”

Okay, I admit that when Bellaire arrived I became blind for a second. I felt fear perhaps I was afraid what Syna would be thinking of me. After all I have not told her anything about her past, her family and curse,most importantly about me.

To keep my identity low I scolded Bellaire and made her leave. But as I feared Syna misunderstood me.

“Oh heavens why? What should I do now to prove my love for her?”

Wait!

“She suggested me-was she jealous? Oh my, yes she was!”

My face beamed with joy and eyes blinked with hope, that she too feels the same way.

With unbalanced happy emotions, my gaze skimmed along the cabin and landed onto Syna who was roughly typing something on laptop.

“Should I take my leave, sir?”

A curt tone questioned me closely as I glanced up and saw Syna standing with her face averted.

“Ah! Yes, Miss Syna. I’m also leaving, let me escort you. I have to discuss something in the way.”

Immediately I shot up from my leather seat to leave with her.