She is my nemesis

THE WOMAN I

h thoughts of my marriage. My grandmother, Bridget Frost had jus

the idea of marriage, just that women who throw themselves at me has made me lose interest in every othe

, praying silently that I don't lose

ked to the research and development department,

d up just enough to reveal her slender wrists. She sat still, her brows slightly furrowed in con

ttered to myself. I clenched my ja

e professional CEO that I am but the thought of Cassandra just across the

could stop myself, I was standing by her table and look

aid, my voice coming out

spared me a gla

n. No sign that she was affected

ed me more t

," I replied, wat

beautiful eyes meeting mine wit

g right in front of her, she

looked so professional as she fl

nt in her space. She didn't look at me again and that made me wa

othing more

essed with every

in my office

rs. "If this is about the R&D budget,

, why is she so professional and why

lly made

her expression unreadable

swer. Not i

n't even know why I wanted h

k to her. To watch her. T

let out a slow breath. "

d from the chair and walked away, he

ter her, my

e the one

illionaire, a man who co

the only one

o I want her even