"How was the interview in Declan's company, Marg? Did you get it right away?" her friend Everly inquired over the phone that night while speaking with Margaux.

She jumped onto the extremely soft bed and smiled as she answered the phone to her friend on the other end of the line.

"I suppose I am; your good cousin left, and I didn't see him even after my interview with Sir Conrad."

"Oh, well, I guess you passed my cousin's standards, and you might get an email saying so the next day."

Margaux didn't say anything. She just smiled. She is also extremely self-assured in her abilities. Margaux had already started working as the secretary to a well-known Declan Heisenberg.

And when that happens, she'll be able to do what she's been wanting to do for Declan for a long time.

Declan turned her down, and Margaux will do anything to make that man drool like a mad dog on her.

Declan Heisenberg, as you can see. You'll find out!

"I called Declan earlier to let him know you were coming to his office; didn't he mention — oh, I forgot to mention your name when we talked on the phone?"

Margaux leaned over and smiled once more, despite the fact that she couldn't see Everly at the time.

"Don't worry, Eve. Declan saw my beauty in his office earlier."

Margaux became guilty all of a sudden. She is only now keeping her plan against Everly's cousin—Declan—a secret from her.

Please accept my apologies, Eve! But, for the time being, Margaux will devise a strategy in which Declan Heisenberg will return home in tears.

Margaux could hear Eve's sighs once she was silent on the other end of the line.

"Marg... I know you despised my cousin because of what he did to you a few years ago, but—"

"I'm hanging up, Eve. Goodbye for now." Even though the friend on the other end of the line had not yet answered, she had the impression that the call had been terminated.

Everly knew what had happened to her back then, when she was humiliated in front of the entire University by Declan. Her friend Everly was the one who consoled her at the time, and she was grateful to her friend—Everly, because it didn't abandon her even when she was completely collapsed.

Margaux yawned and stretched as she quickly jumped out of bed. It was only a little after five o'clock, so she decided to go for a jog first, so she wouldn't lose her body from stress because of that man who wasn't missing.

Margaux reached for the shoe on the rack and quickly put it on, while carrying the headset and cellphone in her leggings. She also wears a cap when jogging in order to be more comfortable doing a thing on the area.

She gave a friendly smile. No one has yet delivered a speech to her because her father is still in Batangas inspecting the firm they own.

Her body relaxed in front of her full-length mirror after she had dressed. She smiled because nothing could compete with her body's natural beauty.

She has received numerous calls from companies interested in hiring her as a model, but she has politely declined each of them.

She couldn't afford to leave her father alone for whatever reason. Margaux also understands that the location where a model's career manages and only once returns to the town where they were born is not stable.

In other words, no. She can't simply discard her father whenever she wants.

Margaux adored her father, despite the fact that he was very naughty for scolding her at times.

Margaux was shaken later and went down to her room before going to the kitchen and taking mineral water from the refrigerator.

She has a spaghetti strap on her upper body and knows she is going to sweat a lot now.

When Margaux was out of the house, the few men who were jogging noticed her.

That was something she had anticipated. She is the only one who is referred to as "Margaux, the center of every man's attention."

But she couldn't stand it anymore, remembering the humiliation Declan had inflicted on her.

Is it because the man doesn't like her? Maybe that's it. And that fool was blind, not even looking at her in the eye was hard to do for the young man even for a moment.

Margaux was forced to apply for the position of great secretary despite her objections. She would be able to carry out all of her plans for the young man there.

Hmm! Let's see if your attraction to me isn't working, Mr. Declan Heisenberg the Dumber. Let's see how things go.

"Hello Miss, are you alone?" she asked, turning her gaze to the handsome young man who was smiling at her just by looking at her.

Margaux immediately responded with a smile, saying,

"Didn't you see anyone with me?"

"Urggh..." The guy scratched his neck and looked up at her again, shyly.

Margaux then apologised.

"Ugh...I'm sorry if I made you feel uneasy."

"Oh! No. No." He even waved his hand at her, indicating that she was incorrect in her conclusion. Margaux simply laughed inwardly as a result of this.

"I'm ashamed of you, Margaux."

Oh! Did he know her? She turned to face the young man, surprised.

"How did you get to know me?"

"We were classmates in high school." Huh? Many attractive men became her classmates in high school.

So, what is its name?

"Ummm...could I get your phone number—"

"Margaux!" The young man abruptly ceased speaking when Margaux heard his friend Everly yell.

She quickly turned to find it. Margaux almost dropped her jaw when she noticed her friend's cousin standing next to her with his arms crossed and his face darkly focused on them.

The way he looked at her, it seemed as if Margaux would trip on the floor at any moment due to its lethal look.

Declan Heisenberg, to be precise.

"Come on, Margaux. Let's get some coffee." Everly waved at her, but she couldn't raise her hands to reciprocate the gesture.

Declan's lean against the doorway to Everly's house vanished in an instant, and was replaced by Damon—Everly's husband and immediately kissed her friend on the lips.

Margaux only averted her gaze.

"You and Everly still haven't really separated the friendship back then," the man in the back said later, only to discover that he had remained silent previously.

Margaux was about to say something when her car was violently parked next to her. It almost hit the man she was talking to earlier, but he quickly backed away.

"Fuck it! Who's the proud driver when — D-Declan!" The man didn't finish what he was about to say when Declan stepped out of the car, his brow raised, and looked at her.

He was seeing face to face with Margaux, hands on his pockets once more, when she noticed the darkness in Declan's face.

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms gently. Margaux's displeasure with the young man grew as a result.

"Have you found a new pet, Margaux?" Huh? He said something that made her frown.

Instead of being offended, Margaux showed her trembling smile even more as the young man's face darkened even more.

And the next thing Declan did was pull his cellphone out of his pocket, which was accompanied by the ringing of a message tone on Margaux's cellphone.

Despite her furrowed brow, she immediately turned off the music icon and opened her cellphone, only to discover that it was one of a mail.

She only softly heard the young man's weak moan as she opened and read the context of a message and turned to look him in the eyes.

Margaux's rage rose again in her chest, but she didn't show it to Declan.

Then Declan smirked.

"Now that you've passed the initial interview, you can begin your duties as my secretary as of today; get in!"

"Huh?"

"Get in, I hate repeating myself twice, woman!" Declan exclaimed, making Margaux want to kill the man at this point. Nonetheless, she managed to keep herself going for a while and still being calm.

She bowed her head and looked down at her gown. When she dresses like this in Declan's office, she's going to start working now?

Margaux looked up at the man, who now had even more pressure on his darkened face and slightly raised an eyebrow, as if he was just waiting for Margaux to get in his car so she could get right to work.

Margaux then smiled.

"Sir, may I go back to my house first to change?" Declan paused for a moment before his gaze passed behind her. Margaux followed Declan's gaze and was surprised that the man she had just spoken with was still standing there quietly.

Declan then scream. Margaux even jumped as a result of the volume of his voice.

"Get the hell out of my sight, asshole!" Margaux bit her lower lip just by looking at the poor man who now seemed to want to talk to her but could do nothing but to leave in front of them due to Declan's scolding.

"Now, Ms. Anson, get in my car!"

"Wait, with these clothes on?"

Declan's lips suddenly curved into a smile. And Margaux knew something outrageous was on this man's mind at that point.

"Well, if you want to get in my car naked, that's fine with me."

Margaux bit her lower lip once more to suppress her annoyance. She'd never wonder why she'd wake up one day and realize she was killing Declan with her hand.

Margaux is going to suffocate him to death.

But she didn't budge, and she smiled once she crossed her arms and hands.

"Would you mind if I get into your car, naked Mr. Declan Heisenberg?"

Margaux noticed the sudden masculinity in Declan's eyes and was even fixed when we leaned into its car.

Margaux then smiled quietly. She had discovered the man's flaw when she was the one who had to deal with it.

But what if she gets into his car without covering even one part of her body? What will his reaction may be?

Will she be able to entice Declan Heisenberg, whom she despises?

Will she triumph?

"That isn't a problem for me because your body has no effect on me, so don't worry, you're safe with my pennis. I don't want to rock your world anyway, I think you can't satisfy every man's need— "

"Fuck you!" Margaux is enraged yet again by Declan's insult to her.

Declan shook his head and tilted his head slightly to look at her.

But it was the foolish grin of the man who pushed her to turn her back on Declan that irritated her the most.

Margaux sighed angrily. She was enraged and wanted to kill the man...

"Not so fast, honey!" She came to a halt as she felt hands on her right arm.

Her pupils constricted as she turned to face Declan.

"What?" Declan anonymously inquired, his eyes closed!

"You're such a jerk, Declan, you're going to die."

"That was fine with me; just don't be the woman who does that to shake my world."

When Margaux's phone rang, she saw it was Mr. Conrad on the other end of the line, so she simply hid the young man who had just whistled before pocketing his hands again.

Margaux noticed Declan caressing hee as he looked at her from head to toe as she unplugged her cellphone to talk to Mr. Conrad.

Margaux shook her head again as she saw the admiration in his eyes. Declan Heisenberg is the only man who has purposefully focused his gaze on her. And the puzzle she sees in the young man's eyes is a complete nonsense.

Declan would never look at her in that way. And who knows, maybe she was just seeing unbelievable things.

"Congratulations, Ms. Anson! You passed the preliminary interview; please come to the office and begin your work as Mr. Heisenberg's secretary," Mr. Conrad said to her when she couldn't answer the phone.

Margaux was gracious in her response before hanging up the phone.

Then she realized she was in Declan's car.

She had no idea what was going through her head, and she had just ridden in Declan's own car, and they were now paving the way to his office.

The man was silent while driving, but Margaux noticed him stealing a glance at her before shaking his head and returning his attention to the road.

When they entered Declan's office, Margaux felt as if a few employees were staring at her, as if they wanted to throw darts at her.

It's understandable given that she's only dressed for jogging, and Margaux can't blame the female employees who look at her as if they're about to murder her.

Margaux took a step back when Declan turned to face her. Because of the sudden act, she almost sank into his chest.

"Careless as usual," he said as he swallowed and averted his gaze from her bulging chest.

"Get straight ahead in my office first, I need to release my cum — I mean, I need to," Declan said, pretending to cough before continuing, "—pee."

Declan abruptly turned his back on Margaux and took a slight stroll before stepping aside, and the young man completely lost sight of her.

What's the deal with that moron Declan?

Declan couldn't help but lick his lips as his hands began to move up and down from the length of his body.

He closes his eyes as he enjoys the sensation. To release his lust, he must first leave Margaux to accompany the girl into his office.

He had moved to the far end of the cubicle. When he began to move his hands, he felt even more uneasy.

Declan then imagines Margaux, leaning down on his crotch and blowing him up. He became increasingly aroused and smiled as he imagined the girl was making him happy.

Declan opened his eyes abruptly. The thought of Margaux's folly frightened him.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, and was punched on the side of the wall in frustration. Declan's stomach continues to ache because he hasn't completely expelled all of his juices.

"Margaux is not a woman to even praise; she is not a woman, damn it!" Declan scolded himself and fell silent for a moment as he imagined Margaux's bulging chest oozing out of her spaghetti top.

He was tensed once more. Because of this, his pupils constricted.

Declan stood up angrily, oblivious to the fact that his pain persisted. He exited the cubicle by zipping the zipper shut.

He noticed Kendra raising her hand across the comfort room's doorway and looking at him seductively.

Kendra was one of his employees, and he had several affairs with her.

"Would you like to release the body heat, sir?" Kendra asked flirtatiously, and Declan motioned for the girl to come over.

Before closing the door, the woman smiled. In turn, he gradually opened his pants and gave birth to his stretch.

Declan noticed Kendra gulping twice.

"Large and... ahh! Sir!"

Declan grabbed the girl and pushed her against the wall.

One of his favorite ways to devour a woman her was tooking them from behind.

"Pinned your breast on the wall, lady," he said, and the woman immediately obeyed.

Declan, on the other hand, did not hesitate to sweep her gown and immediately inserted his length into its delicateness.

"... aaah! S-sir, D-Declan, y-yeah fuck me hard, ahhh!" Margaux's face faded from his sight as he began to plunge quickly into the woman's hood.

With his eyes closed, he allowed himself to be delighted by the girl's alluring face.

"—Fuck! Oh, my god! D-Declan, ahhn! More! D-deep!" Declan's treatment of Margaux's delicacy was pull-out, hardly, and rough. When he heard its seductive growl, he became even more ecstatic.

"M-Margaux!... aaaaah, f-fuck!" Declan's lips parted, but he was taken aback when the woman in front of him abruptly left, causing him to open his eyes.

Declan found Kendra's tone angry when his partner asked, "Who is Margaux?" And now he's having a complete mental breakdown.

"W-what?" Declan asked back, asking the girl because he had no idea what the woman was saying.

"Don't respond to me with that furious look, Declan; you mentioned her name instead of shouting my name." His lips parted. He did mention Margaux's name?

Oh, Jesus Grace!

"Is she the woman you're going to bring into your company? Is that flirty woman still wearing the—"

"Don't even dare to call Margaux a flirt, Kendra!"

Because of his enraged yell, the girl took a step back. In turn, he was taken aback by his incredible scream.

"I'm leaving." Kendra was already out of the cubicle before Declan could respond, and he couldn't believe it.

Calling Margaux's name while he is with another associate is a new experience for him.

He frowned before closing the zipper on his pants and leaning tiredly against the wall.

Declan should take action to prevent this from happening again. But the question is, is he capable of doing so?

LOOKING at the strewn papers on Declan's desk, Margaux's eyes narrowed and she thought the man was truly rebellious.

Margaux adjusted her clothes, but when she looked down, she discovered that she was not dressed as a corporate secretary.

"That annoying Declan the bastard!" she murmured softly to herself as she rushed over to Declan's table, sat down, and began to put away his belongings.

Yes, her plans went as planned, but she couldn't quite imagine what she was going to wear on her first day as the man's secretary.

Margaux can see from his reaction that Declan was gradually becoming interested in her, but not fully. When that happens, she will light a lamp on the floor to commemorate the fact that she is the victor of her vengeance.

Margaux sat in the swivel chair for a few more seconds, putting away some of the important papers that appeared to have been passed by a storm due to the amount of clutter.

She then noticed a red object taped to the far end of the table, and Margaux only realized it was lipstick when she brought her face closer to it and stroked it with her index finger.

When the door suddenly opened, she looked up, and it made a very loud noise.

Margaux rose to her feet. Especially when she saw a beautiful woman who was furious at her and quickly walked towards her.

"How dare you, bitch!" Given the speed of events, Margaux did not disarm the woman right away.

Her right hand landed hard on her cheek, twisting her head as a result of the force of the impact.

Margaux's eyes widened as she looked up in surprise at the woman who had slapped her.

She, on the other hand, will not take advantage of the situation. She also raised her hand to return the slap.

The more force she received, the more powerful she unleashed.

"Birth, flirty, whore!" Margaux just raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, staring at the woman.

"Are you referring to yourself, young lady?"

The woman's face darkened and she immediately raised her right hand to slap her again, but Margaux's reflexes were quick and she quickly caught the woman's arm.

Declan came up with that phrase in the scene to greet the man inside. When his gaze shifted to the hand she was holding on the woman, his attention was drawn to her. Declan rushed over to where they were, while a dark face stared at her.

Goodness! Margaux appears to be the bad guy in this situation!

"Drop your hands, Margaux," Declan yelled angrily as she was unable to move due to her shock.

What difference does it make? Will he defend this snobbish woman more than she, who was the first to complain?

"Are you okay, Kendra?" Declan asked, and Margaux couldn't help but roll her eyes.

As she turned her gaze to Margaux, a woman named Kendra secretly smiled at her.

When Declan caressed the temple, it resurfaced with its face and acted hurt once more.

The two idiots are flirting with her in front of her. How enthralling!

"Get out first, Kendra, and return to your position; I'll just speak with Margaux."

"However, what might she say—"

"I have more faith in you than she does."

Margaux became irritated. Is Declan truly so enraged by her that he will insult her again in front of his woman?

Declan confronted the woman named Kendra as soon as she emerged.

She then noticed his subdued reaction while staring at her adamantly. Then he said something.

Declan has his arms crossed and his hands clasped as he asks, "What happened?"

Margaux, on the other hand, was cast as a character on the air because... Why would she speak if he doesn't make her believe?

"I slapped your girl!" Margaux bravely exclaimed in his face, and she was taken aback when Declan abruptly approached her without taking his gaze away from her.

Declan appeared in front of her shortly after. They are only a few inches apart. Declan then pulls her shoulders back and turns her to face him.

Declan looked her in the eyes for the first time in her life, and he was serious.

After a while, he lowered his face to force them to look at each other. Brows furrowed before he fixed his gaze on her lips.

"Margaux, tell me what really happened when I'm not there."

"That's what I slapped—"

Declan suddenly touched his lips to Margaux's, and she couldn't finish what she was about to say. Margaux's mind immediately blanked out.

Declan's lips moved to savor her delectable mouth, and she felt his hands travel to her body and find his hands at her peak.

The young man turned her around and pressed his body against Declan's. His hands were now massaging Margaux's breast, and she admitted that she was having a great time.

Then she closes her eyes and lets Declan ravish her with all of his might. She expertly wrapped her arm around Declan's neck, and the man intensified the kiss.

Margaux can't stop groaning.

"Shit! Margaux!" Declan exclaimed, her delicacy caressed by his hands. Despite the fact that she was still wearing leggings, the young man inserted his hand into her delicacy.

Margaux embraced the sweetness that engulfed her entire being. This is her first time being touched, and Declan remains the first man she allows to touch her body.

Her lips parted, even though Declan was already caressing her clitoris.

Then, startled, she opened her eyes. And pushed Declan as hard as she could. The young man appeared taken aback by what she had done to his already manly eyes.

Margaux fiddled with her clothes and couldn't bear looking at the young man. And she, on the other hand, hears Declan's slow laughter.

She shifted her gaze to the young man at an inconvenient moment.

And I even saw him licking the finger he used to caress his cl*toris.

Margaux backed away and was about to leave Declan's office when he grabbed her arm and effortlessly converted her once more.

Declan is on her back, and Margaux is on his. He hugged her tightly, as if he didn't want to let her go.

Margaux's hair miraculously healed when she felt Declan's kiss on her neck while he massaged her breasts once more.

"You're not going to be able to get rid of me now, Margaux," he said seductively.

Declan's enticing voice made her hair stand on end.

"D-Declan, l-leave me alone, you beast!"

"Not until you're willing to lie naked in bed with me," he said, her face flushed. There's anxiety, fear, and... excitement. Declan, on the other hand, is not the type of man she will let him break the most stringent rules she has set aside for her future husband.

Her mind began to work at that moment. Margaux raised her right foot and broke what was between Declan's thighs.

Declan was able to free her, and she moved away from him quickly.

As he held the squirming in pain stretch, the young man jumped in pain.

Margaux felt sorry because she knew it had caused great pain, but she felt no remorse in particular, and it appeared that the young man had no intention of letting her go.

She then laughed quietly to herself. She was victorious in the first stage.

"Y-you will pay for this, Margaux, you will pay for this.

"I'm willing to do anything that — aww! It fucking hurts."

Maragux smiled as she held her successful invisible trophy in her right hand. She was about to open the door when Declan appeared in front of her, his silly grin still on her.

Goodness!

"Asshole, release me, help!" Margaux yelled effortlessly as it loaded her like a sack of rice on his right arm.

She slapped his back, but Declan just spanked her butt.

"Declan! Release me!" she yelled again, but Margaux could only hear his loud laughter.

"There's no point in shouting, Margaux; this is my office, and it's completely soundproof."

As a result, she was even more nervous. Especially after he turned left on the road and Declan was still walking down the long corridor while the man carried her on his right arm.

"Declan, where are you taking me, you jerk!"

"In my private room, Margaux. You have nothing to lose now, and we will both scream in pleasure once I'm in."

Margaux's thoughts are wandering all over the place. Declan is the man she despises, but... Why does she appear to enjoy it?

What was the source of her sudden excitement?

What made her think that she would enjoy what Declan would do to her?

B-but....

"Declan... please put me down! Have mercy on me," the young man said as he came to a halt before entering what he claimed was a private room.

Then it lowered her, and when she looked up, his face darkened.

Declan then spoke, and she was taken aback by his icy tone.

"Leave, Margaux, before I do something you don't approve of."

He bowed, and Maragux sighed as he heard Declan's rage.

"Leave now, what are you waiting for?"

Declan yelled, and Margaux backed away. Declan was enraged because she could see it with his eyes.

He'd just realized he was re-spelling the corridor back to Declan's office. She even caught Mr. Conrad's attention in astonishment by looking behind her.

"Ms. Anson, did you happen to see Mr. Heisenberg—" she cut him off and just kept walking out of Declan's office without saying anything.

Shit!

And then Margaux realized something about her plan;

How long could she keep pretending to be Declan's secretary for the next few days?

And will she be able to exact her vengeance so soon?

Declan wishes he could punch himself in the face. He wishes to inflict pain on himself as a result of what he did to Margaux, as he frequently does to seduce women.

However, he admitted that whenever he sees the girl, his earthly body comes to life.

Every time he hears Margaux's little moan, he gets a strange feeling.

What is he thinking now?

What has changed in him, and does he seem to see Margaux as a woman now, rather than a baby that he used to looked at her before?

What does he have, and why does he appear to go insane when he thinks about the girl?

Is he already swayed by its enticement? Will he be influenced by Margaux's beauty?

He didn't know, and he didn't need to.

Declan leaned against the nearest wall, then closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His mind wandered freely to the shape of the girl's body while his hands were in his pockets.

It simply cannot be. No!

"S-sir, Declan? Are you okay?" A voice came in and asked, opening his eyes and turning to Conrad when he heard the voice.

The steward cocked his brow, concerned. Declan shifted his weight before speaking, then turned to face Conrad.

"I'm fine, Conrad," he replied, but the opposite did not seem to persuade him.

"Are you certain that you saw Margaux walk out of my office?" he simply inquired.

"Yeah, she was even in a hurry, what the—" After a while, Conrad came to a halt, his lips forming a 'O'.

"—You did the..."

"No! nothing," he said emphatically, and Conrad never asked again.

Then Conrad spoke for a few seconds.

"All right, sir. I'm leaving you here because I still need to take care of something important," Conrad informed him, and he simply nodded.

Even before Conrad could flee, he caught Conrad's attention again, causing him to turn over as steward once more.

He sighed before asking. I was wondering if he had ordered an improvement for what he was going to ask.

"The woman that night, do you have a lead on that woman's identity?" In addition to his friends Lucifer and Tanner, he instructs Conrad to find out the identity of the woman he went to Muchàs Gràcias with the night before.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm having trouble determining the identity of that woman because, instead of wearing a mask, the area where you were is also dark," he replied, causing Declan to let out another violent sigh.

Declan nodded as he said, "All right, thanks; you can leave now, Conrad."

"I will notify you sir as soon as there is an improvement, and I have also asked my friends to assist me in resolving these issues."

Declan gave a tired nod before motioning for Conrad to leave.

When the steward was no longer visible to him. Declan quickly took his cellphone from his pocket and dialed his friend Lucifer's number.

"What is it now, Dec? I haven't found the lead yet; I will call you as soon as I find it."

"Let's drink tonight, and tell Tanner to do a one-on-one with the three of us at the disco bar," he said. On the other end of the phone line, Lucifer laughed.

"Before that, that was new to my ears; I'm used to you introducing the identity of that woman as the first thing you say when you call; what's different now and then?"

What exactly is the case?

Aside from being perplexed as to why he had always had Margaux in his mind, he remembered the foolishness that woman had done to him that night.

He realized he was on his way back to his office after some time. For the time being, Declan was unable to communicate with Lucifer via phone.

He was still a little stunned and turned his gaze to the area closest to his swivel chair when he imagined the sensual interaction between the two of them and the girl Margaux earlier.

He closed his eyes after a while. No! He was unaffected. He doesn't feel anything, and nothing strange rises in his body when he sees or even touches Margaux. There is none.

Will he, however, continue to deceive himself? Declan knows what it's like to be attractive with a woman, and he might be stupid if he broke the promise he made to himself.

Later, his phone rang, and he answered it right away because Tanner was registered with his caller ID.

"So, where are you? My twin and I are already at the Muchàs Gràcias disco bar."

Declan was speaking to a friend as he walked out of his office slowly. He only realized he was still dressed in a business suit at that point.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, Declan, what's the matter with you? Do you remember that woman's face?"

Out of stupidity, he slapped his brow.

"I forgot to bring my spare clothes with me—"

"Is that still a problem? Come on, you're still handsome even in business attire," his friend said, before hearing Tanner laugh on the other end of the phone.

"It would be really okay, Tan 'if I'm comfortable, but I'm not," Declan responded, his left eyebrow raised and he couldn't walk in front of his car any longer.

"Here's the thing, don't you still have a secretary? Why don't you call him instead and tell him to go home first so you can get dressed—"

"She isn't a he; she is a she, and Margaux had no idea where my house was."

"Oh! Are you now accepting a female secretary? Why is that Declan — oh shit! Fuck! Is the Margaux you're referring to, the beautiful woman you turned down the grand proposal back then?"

"Yeah!" He responded quickly.

"Oh my goodness!" Tanner exclaimed at the end of the line.

Tanner and Lucifer were aware of what he had done to Margaux while in college. And his friends understand why he did it.

"You've already met, so why don't you invite her to Muchàs Gràcias tonight, Declan? I'm sure she'll be delighted—"

"No!"

"What do you mean by that in your response, we just want to see her again right? Or what! Is Margaux still have a curvy body and not... a young baby?" He laughed, but Declan's vision darkened.

"Perhaps there are still a lot of men chasing after Margaux Anson's beauty, so can I have sex with her instead—"

"Fuck you Tanner, fuck you!" Declan yelled, cutting the phone line.

He also clenched his fists, as if he wanted to kick.

Tanner has no right to do so... and no one else is able... shit! Declan's thoughts caught him off guard.

He also stepped aside for a moment to examine his reflection in the car window.

"Fuck!! I'm a messed up," he yanked at his hair, frustrated.

Only to discover that he was dialing Margaux's phone number.

He had the girl's phone number because he got it from the resume posted there. Declan has no idea why he did it on purpose so long as...

When he heard her voice on the other end of the line, Declan closed his eyes and said, "Hello, who is this?"

"M-Margaux," he softly whispered its name, then heard Margaux's excruciating reaction when she heard his voice.

"D-Declan?"

"Y-yeah, I am; could you—"

"What do you require then?" He only realized he was smiling when he heard the woman's steady voice again.

MARGAUX'S chest trembled as she heard Declan, her boss, on the other end of the phone call.

What the young man did in his office remains vivid in her mind to this day.

When Margaux thinks about it again, she seems to want to hurt herself because she was drifting in the heat of her body as a result of what the young man did that Declan caressed her, as if he owned her.

She then let out a loud sigh.

"What are you looking for?" she inquired. Her tone of voice reflects her irritation. However, the other line simply went silent, which irritated her once more.

Is Declan teasing her once more this time?

Or perhaps she should say,

"Please meet me in the parking lot of my workplace right now."

"And why would I do that?" the other line fell silent again.

"That's an order, and I, your boss, expect you to follow it."

"I don't want to; you handle it with yourself—"

"If you don't come here for the seconds I've set aside for your arrival, I'll go to your house myseld!"

"W-what are you talking about? You can't do that, can you?"

"Why not, Margaux? I certainly have the ability to do whatever I want."

Margaux simply slapped her forehead in response to the man's annoyance. Declan couldn't have blackmailed her.

She also refuses to allow her father to see Declan for fear of receiving another resounding speech from her father here.

Margaux's father has not yet returned home, but he may do so unexpectedly and notice that Declan and she are the only two in the house.

But, in the end, Margaux granted her wishes.

And it's up to Declan Heisenberg to be moldy and waiting for her. It didn't say exactly what he expected of her, and Margaux was already thinking that Declan might do worse inside the man's office.

Her cellphone rang again as she was about to lay down on the bed. Margaux was irritated even more when she saw Declan calling her again.

"Can you tell me what you're looking for—"

"I'm on my way to your house and I am now driving in my car—"

"Ah, stupid! Don't leave, I'll come to you."

"OK, talk to you soon. I'll be waiting for you. I'm just in the parking lot — oh, would you mind if I came over to pick you up—"

"Don't, okay? I'll be the one to come to you, huh? Why are you so stubborn?" Margaux quickly went to the dresser to get dressed while Declan remained on the phone.

She wears what she touches first.

"I'm going to end this call now, bye."

"Could you please keep in contact with me even if you're taking a taxi?"

Margaux creased her brow.

"Why? Are you going to insult me again, you animal?"

"Okay, drop your phone now; I'll be waiting for you here; just please hurry," Declan said, declaring his cellphone dead at the same time.

Maragux, on the other hand, only raised her brow slightly in response to the man's rudeness.

Didn't Declan say she'd just keep her connection with the young man first?

But why does it seem like he's still so hot that he'll be killed if she calls?

She didn't even think about it and just kept walking out of the household subdivision.

Margaux flagged down a taxi and immediately informed the driver of the address where she would be delivering.

After a few moments, they arrived at Declan's company's parking lot. She was even perplexed as to why it was still open at nine o'clock at night.

"This is what I paid for," Margaux said to the taxi driver as the vehicle was backed up and driven out of the building.

Margaux was greeted by the dark ambiance as soon as the taxi left her. Her knees began to shake as a result of her nervousness.

She was also unable to open her mouth or even stand on her own because she was terrified. Margaux is afraid of any place where she will meet only pure darkness because she has a phobia there.

Shee felt as if something would suddenly pull her away and eat her alive in connection with the darkness she was so afraid of.

"Lights, please! I-I n-need lights," Margaux said, her mouth trembling. She also had no idea why her body had suddenly turned cold.

And Maragux was certain it was due to her extreme fear and nervousness.

"D-Declan..." she sobbed three times as she whispered its name.

Then, all of a sudden, someone touched her arm, rendering Margaux paralyzed, and she barely grabbed his arm while her head was submerged in his massive chest.

She was sobbing and didn't care what anyone said because all she wanted to do was hug to anyone who was with her even though he/she is a total stranger to her.

Only to discover that Declan's perfume soothed her nostrils because she was so at ease, especially because she was with someone.

But then Margaux felt his touch on her wrist again, only this time to release her body, which was clinging to Declan's.

"N-no, no! D-don't leave m-me pl-please. D-Declan don't l-leave me alone here," Margaux clung to Declan's body even tighter and tighter, closing her eyes because she didn't want to see a creature with such an ugly face.

"L-lights! Lights! I-I need lights." She is still weak. She just felt the warm arms hugging her back as if she felt it was protecting her.

"All right! I'm not going to leave you here," it finally said, but then a light came on, and Margaux hurriedly moved away from Declan's body.

Maragux even pushed him a little bit.

"Was that all? When you made me hug you, you just pushed me—"

"What do you require, Declan? Please let me know so that I can return home."

"But first, hug me again—"

She simply yelled in front of Declan's face, which caused the young man to laugh before becoming serious.

"I would appreciate it if you could accompany me in Muchàs Gràcias."

"What do you mean, Muchàs?"

Declan said it again: "Muchàs Gràcias."

Margaux, on the other hand, had no idea where that was. Declan interrupted her as she was about to say something.

"I need someone to drive me home; I'll just have a drink there; and you, as my secretary, have no choice but to obey my command; you have no right to complain because you are now sealed."