The CEOs Possession

Anders would have asked whoever it was by the door to get the fuck away, so he could continue from where he stopped with Veil. But the trance was broken, and she was scampering far away from him, the hunger he recognized still in her eyes.

Veil stood mere feet away from Anders, her eyes hazy and her breath untamed. Her previously sleeked-back ponytail was nowhere to be found, and in its place were her curls sticking all over her back. Her skin was a bright red, and she still pressed her legs together.

Anders was pleased that even though she was no longer right in front of him, he still had that arresting effect on her.

Both of them must have forgotten what made them jump apart in the first place because Veil suddenly froze in panic as the office doors were pushed open and Sophia walked in. She still looked as immaculate as Veil had seen her hours ago, and she could only imagine the stark difference between them right now.

Her stiletto heels made a tapping sound on the ground as she waltzed further into the room. The smell of bubble gum and soft petals immediately arrested everyone in it. Sophia had in one hand something that looked like a food flask.

Stopping in front of Anders, she threw Veil a look before returning her attention to the CEO. “I was worried about you,” she breathed with cautious eyes. “You barely ate while we were out, so I thought you weren’t feeling well.”

Anders’ eyes fell on Veil, and he wished Sophia hadn’t chosen that moment to come in. Although the rumors weren’t exactly correct, as Sophia and he weren’t engaged, they were surely headed in that direction if her parents and his got what they wanted. Anders was only playing along to get them off his back until he found something more permanent to do.

Sophia De Acosta wasn’t totally a terrible person. Anders just didn’t feel any attraction to her, not even in the slightest.

“I wasn’t ill,” Anders replied, trying to catch Veil’s eyes. But Veil gathered herself as quickly as possible and slowly walked over to the door, with her hands on the handle, about to push it open.

But without turning back, Sophia called at her. “I haven’t asked you to leave yet, Veil Hart.”

Anders watched Veil falter in her movements as her hands dropped to her side in surrender. She turned around slowly to face them.

“If you weren’t ill, why didn’t you eat?” Sophia continued with Anders. Although she didn’t look angry, Anders knew there was definitely something brewing under her skin.

“Your friend kept interrupting our meal to ask if it tasted nice, and I hate interruptions while I eat. Secondly, it was a new place, and new places unnerve me.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

They were all excuses, and everyone in the room knew that. But they were all true. Anders didn’t like being interrupted when eating, except he initiated it.

But those weren’t the real reasons he couldn’t eat. He was bothered about Veil and the fact that she hadn’t had anything all day. And there was that look in her eyes when he had taken Sophia’s arm in his outside the elevator. Although Veil had tried not to show it, Anders knew her pretty well enough to know when something affected her.

“You should have told me that then,” Sophia said with an accusing stare. “I would have stopped my friend from interrupting, and we would probably have gone elsewhere. But you chose to come back to the office, and it got me wondering if there was someone else here getting your attention.”

“Sophia…”

“I was fine with all the other women that kept your sheets warm, and do you know why?”

Silence.

“It was because you were never attached to them. I didn’t feel any weird chemistry in the air, but there’s something…I know I’m not crazy.”

Anders’ father’s words rang in his ears as he listened to Sophia talk. He warned him never to get Sophia upset enough to get her father to do something to the company. Although Anders was strong enough to keep the company afloat without Sophia’s father’s backing, it was sure to still rock them a little.

And he would rather avoid that. At least until he had a strong reason to fight back.

“Sophia, what are you…”

“That’s why I’m going to have Veil help me,” Sophia declared suddenly, turning so fast that her long hair whipped Anders’ face.

“Me?” Veil pointed to herself, disbelieving. “How could I possibly help you?”

“You’ll be my eyes and ears around here,” she answered sweetly, walking to the door. “I’m trusting you to tell me if anything I wouldn’t like happens, like a single regular visitor, someone he spends so much time with. That type of information. I’ll pop in unannounced to see you. I’m sure that’s fine by you.”

Sophia didn’t wait to get an answer, or else she would have noticed the look on Veil’s face and maybe asked more questions. Instead, she turned around to face Anders.

“I already brought this here,” she said, handing him the food flask. “Eat it. Or not. It’s your choice, really.”

Veil got out of the way as she strutted to the door, but at the last minute, she gave Anders a look.

“Don’t forget we have a dinner fixed with the family. It’s a red-themed dinner, so wear a red tie. I’m going for a red dress. I would have shown you, but yeah, you never want to come over to my place.”

“Bye, Veil,” the sweetness returned to her tone as she air-kissed Veil before finally stepping out the door. Veil was torn between laughing at the irony of the situation or getting scared that she could be on the path of wildfire. She would never hold a candle beside the President’s daughter.

“What should I do?” Veil did the one thing she could think of.

“Nothing,” Anders muttered. “Absolutely nothing.”