Marrying My Nemesis

'I want her..." I muttered under my breath, trying to control myself from exploding-grabbing her, drawing her into my arms, and covering her small lips with the whole of mine.

"Damn," I swore even harder as I watched Cassandra Thomas flip her long, dark hair over her shoulder and gather it into a ponytail. Her slender fingers moved so effortlessly, yet all I could focus on was how incredibly beautiful she was.

She was driving me insane.

"Brian Frost! Get a grip. She's just your employee," I scolded myself, shaking off the thoughts as I strode past the cubicles of the Research and Development department.

I reached my office and collapsed into my chair, but my mind refused to leave Cassandra Thomas and the thoughts of her filled my head-her smile, the way she bit her lip in concentration, the way her laughter rang through the air like music.

A small smile crept to the corner of my lips before the voice of my secretary, Jones, interrupted my thoughts.

"Sir, your grandmother is on her way up."

My body went rigid. "What?"

A shiver ran down my spine. Bridget Frost was not just any grandmother-she was the Bridget Frost, the fierce, legendary woman who built the Frost Group from the ground up. What had once been a small, family-run diner turned, under her rule, into a global empire spanning food processing, production, and countless Michelin-starred restaurants.After she lost my grandfather to the cold hands of death, she invested her whole being and existence into the diner, which is now the wide and popular Frost Group.

In the business world, my grandmother was a force to reckon with and she was popularly called Fiery Frost because she was a fierce and worthy opponent that you do not want to cross.

And if she was coming here unannounced, I already knew why.

Marriage!!!!!!!!!!!

She had been hounding me about it ever since I turned twenty-four earlier this year, and I had a feeling today would be no different.

"According to the news, she's already in the building," Jones added, as if trying to brace me for her impact.

"Geez, not today, Fiery Frost," I muttered under my breath.

"Tell her I'm in a meeting," I instructed, grabbing my jacket and preparing to make a quick escape. But before I could take a step, the very air in the room seemed to shift.

I looked up, and there she was.

Bridget Frost stood in the doorway, regal as ever in a fitted black dress, pearls resting against her throat, her signature hairstyle perfectly styled.

"Damn," I swore again, but this time under my breath.

"Hello, to my babyboo" My grandmother's sweet, yet fierce voice came booming out putting smiles across my face

"My favorite granny" I replied going into her arms to receive the sweetest hug ever.

"How's work going?" she asked

"Fair enough" I replied, wondering where this unnecessary sweetness was leading to.

"Of course, it has to be fair since that's all you spend your time and energy on" she said, the sweet smile on her face not shaking at all.

I wonder how she does it.