Chapter 77
Once the woman stored out, Giselle shut the office door and locked it behind her.
Then she approached Donovan and said coldly, “If I’d shown up just a minute later, would you have been all over that plastic surgery reject on your couch? You really don’t have a type, huh? Trashy and fake don’t matter to you. Don’t tell me Kane Group got where it is thanks to your pretty face
Donovan glanced at her with mild disinterest. He lit a migarette and took a drag. Her over–the–top behand or didn’t faze him anymore. He was used to her tantrums, het possessiveness, her chaos. He simply smoked in silence.
“What do you want?” he asked, cutting the nonsense.
Giselle didn’t dwell on the woman She flopped onto the couch across from him, Inunging back with confidence. “I’ve decided I’m going to work here as your assistant or secretary. I want to be with you very day.”
He exhaled smoke and said flatly, “If you want to mess around, take it to my bed. Don’t drag your drama into my office.”
“I’m not jolding.” She stood up, walked over, and sat sideways on his lap, looping her ams around his neck with a coy smile. “I just want to see you every day. Be near you all the time. I won’t let any other woman get close to you. If someone so much as fools at you, I swear I’ll gouge her eyexout.”
Donovan didn’t respond. He just looked at her, eyes cali, letting her play out whatever new script she’d written for herself.
“Well? Are you gonna give me the job or not?” she asked again
He took another drag from his cigarette, then intentionally blew the smoke right at her face. She coughed, waving it away
“You don’t even fallow males. What kind of work do you think you’re going to do under me?”
He knew exactly what she was like sleeping in until noon, always out partying, more put together on the outside than her life actually was. She dressed like a fashion icon but lived like a slob.
ely decent was when the cleaner
she would spend hours making gourmet meals for her dog, but order takeout for herself. The only time her place looked remotely
She was a wallding contradiction–lazy, spoiled, completely unbothered. A full–time party girl pretending she could hold down a desk job? As if
“Tean behave,” she said sweetly, lowering bertune. “Didn’t you say I needed to prove emself? If you don’t let me stay by your side, how am I supposed to win you over?
He was used to her boldness, but her persistence made his scalp tingle. Something in him wavered
ass a one–month trial,”
After a moment of silence, he gave a hair–hearted compromise. “If you really want to work by my side, you’ll need to pass a
“What kind of?
He looked at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Then came the absurd condition. “Hand wash all my clothes for a month. Cook for me. Clean my place. Do that for 30 days, and we’ll talk.”
Giselle nearly laughed. “So basically, you want a live–in maid–slash–sextoy? No schedule. No rules. Just wherever, whenever?
Her mind was sharp. This wasn’t just about ending his engagement with Anne anymore. She wanted all of him–his body, his loyalty, his heart.
She wanted to conquer him, possess him, and eventually use his power to crush Renee and take back everything that washers.
If she wanted that, she had to be close. She had to be the woman who gave him exactly what he wanted, no matter how twisted
Without waiting for a reply, she leaned down and Idssed him.
He kissed her back, instinctively, like a starving man being handed a feast
There was not a moment of hesitation
They didn’t waste time.
She always knew what he wanted–how to anger him, how to break him, and how to lure him back in. And ultimately, how to make him forget everything else and pull him down into the mess with her, Afterward, they showered together in the suite behind his office, crawled into bed and fell asleep. His phone kept ringing. WhatsApp notifications buzzed nonstop. He ignored every one of them
She sprawled across his chest, her long black lui spilling over him like silk
I was able suffocating, but the scent of her clean but was oddly comforting. His hand drilled to her back, stroking her skin slowly. Somewhere along the way, be Jell asleep too.
They woke up about two hours later
“I’m starving. Let’s get food,” Giselle said as she got dressed.
It was already 1:30 pm. They’d been too busy earlier to even think about lunch, and Donovan was just as hungry.
They headed downstairs together, walking shoulder to shoulder to the executive parking lot.
without asking, Giselle slipped her hand into his pocket, polled out the car keys, and got behind the wheel
It was a black Rolls–Royce Cullinan–powerful, sleek, and absurdly expensive. Donovan usually rode in the back like a proper CEO, his expression unreadable while the driver handled the rest
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But this time, Donovan climbed into the passenger seat and sat beside her.
Gesell liked to deve fast. The moment she hit the pedal, the car flew out of the lot. She weaved through traffic like she owned the road, cutting between lanes with practiced ease,casionally brashing too close to 18–wheelers. Speed limits were just suggestions, and she clearly wasn’t taking any of them.
Donovan was used to the smooth ride of his usual driver. Her chaotic driving made him visibly uncomfortable.
Finally, he sapped. “Could you slow the hell down?
se just laughed. “What? Now you’ve got a problem with speed?
