Christopher Adams^^

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

Sometimes the most sensible and realistic things are said by the most unexpected people. Sometimes the criminals respect justice more than the law keepers. Sometimes, just sometimes the unexpected is the only normal thing in our lives.

So today when I woke up in the morning with an aching body and a motherfucking splitting headache, instead of whining like a little girl and throwing a tantrum, a ghost of a smile appeared on my face. Because this I could relate to, the pain. It made me realize that I had not lost the ability to feel.

Getting up I downed two Tylenols to help me with my bruised ribs and throbbing head, redid my bandages because the hideous cuts on my knuckles from hitting the not so terrifying Ogre aka Terror were still there. But I didn't regret it, never. Beating the shit out of him was totally worth it. Poor guy must have taken a serious blow to his ego.

As I entered the firm building wearing my usual business suit and peep-toe heels only this time white, I couldn't help but notice the constant stares on me. It was irritating the hell out of me but I resisted from snapping at each and everything that that was breathing around me. I had a lot of self control, you could say.

I bee-lined to the elevator that was only reserved for people working on Christopher's floor, meaning our secretaries and us. Today I was not in the mood to use general elevator which I usually used. Given my temper, I'd punch someone, not that I'd care but Christopher will have yet another lawsuit on his hands. And this time I won't be the one fighting the case.

"Hold the elevator!" a girl shouted from the other side of the almost closed door.

 Normally I wouldn't care but for some reason I thrust out my bag to keep the doors from closing. As soon as the door opened I saw an extremely flustered looking girl with strawberry blonde hair walked through. She looked up at me with big doe green eyes filled with fear. Why would she be afraid? She couldn't know me. We have never met; usually that expression is seen on people who work for or with me.

"Thank y-you, M-miss Styles." She stuttered. 

Ahh, so she did know me somehow.

"Do I know you?" I snapped not liking that I did not recognize the girl.

"N-no, I-I mean-n, I am new here. I am here for an interview with Mr. Adams. For his personal assistant, mam. I h-have read a lot about you-u." Stuttered out looking extremely flustered. Chris was going to have a field day with this one.

"You do realize what happened to his last assistant don't you?" I asked her, scoffing at her naïveness. 

 What was she, his third assistant this month? I'd give her a day before she goes back crying from wherever she came from. I mean she looked like she came straight out of one of those damsels in distress novels where a poor awkward girl is saved by a fucking knight in shining armor and then they live happily ever after, load of bull if I you as me. 

With her plaid knee length skirt, bright red long sleeved top, oval reading glasses and hair tied up in a messy bun I'd say she is the personification of Damsel in Distress. 

So when she replied to my question, pushing her glasses up her pointed nose, to say I was surprised would be an understatement. And mind you, not many things surprise me.

"Y-yes Miss Styles. Mr. Adams maybe k-known for many t-things but discretion isn't one of them-m. And to be...never mind." I was intrigued so I prodded.

"Oh no, please continue...I insist." I did not let the curiosity I was feeling slip in my tone keeping it perfectly emotionless and detached, as was my face. She hesitated but once I sent her a quick glare she obliged.

"I-I mean...what-t I am tr-trying to say-y is...he is always in the news either-r about dating some h-hot model or a-accused of yet another-r s-sexual harassment case c-charged by his assistants'-" she started rambling.

"Get to the point!" I snapped at her.

"W-what I mean to s-say is...I don't see why girls throw themselves at him. He seems q-quiet ordinary to me." She mumbled the last part so low that I barely even caught it.

 I wanted to laugh, so loud. 

I take back my previous statement; she will last a really long time. She really just wants to work rather than get laid. It was quite...refreshing, considering she was supposed to be Christopher's assistant.

At my disbelieving look her face instantly flushed and she diverted her attention from me towards the doors of the lift that were about to open any second as we neared the 50th storey of the building. I saw her sneaking glances at my bandaged knuckles quite a few times but she didn't utter a word, wise girl.

As the elevator came to a stop, I strode out to Christopher's office with the damsel hot on my heels. As usual I barged in without knocking and as per my new routine I was greeted by the site of the two of the most obnoxious asses in the world.

Christopher and Lucca were in a very heated conversation when I barged in but as soon as they noticed my presence their discussions came to an abrupt end. They turned to face me but not before I saw Lucca throw a quick glare and a stiff shake of head at Christopher who looked very nervous and uneasy but a bit amused nonetheless. 

Huh, always knew he was the weird one.

"What happened to your hand, tesoro?" Lucca asked as soon as I put my bag down on the coffee table next to me.

 His face as usual was stoic and emotionless but his eyes betrayed his emotions. He was angry, very angry. 

I ignored him completely; I didn't have time for his bipolar moodiness.

 I turned to Christopher with a slight smirk on my face. He looked wary of me.

 Ha! He probably thinks I am up to no good.

"She's a keeper Christopher, hire her." I said nodding my head towards a very shocked and very ignored redhead who was currently busy ogling the Italian asshole.

Christopher gave me a small, surprised smile and turned to the redhead whose name I really need to know.

"Well, Miss Rhodes I see you have met Violet  and survived the ordeal. So that itself accounts for your grounds of determination and courage, most interviewees don't make it to my office if at all they have the fortune to meet her. You are hired. Welcome to Adam & Santos Law Inc." Christopher said sending me a playful wink.

 I didn't argue because it was true. I don't need bimbos and wanna bees working in this prestigious law firm.  So I do what I have to, to make sure that they don't reach Christopher's office.

"Oh yes she is very intimidating..." Miss Rhodes mumbled causing Christopher to openly gape at the girl. She on the other hand looked as though wanted the ground to open up and swallow her considering that slip was unintentional.

"Miss Rhodes." I dead-panned, my glare could have melted metal. 

She turned to face me, I could feel the big ass apology speech she was about to vomit so I held up my hand to stop her. She immediately snapped her mouth shut.

"My office is down the hall. Go there. You'll find a lazy excuse of a person procrastinating on the couch inside my office. His name is Clark Anderson. Talk to him. 

Tell him your name and purpose and he'll show you around and to your cubicle and teach you the ropes around here. Now, scram before you faint." My glare never faltering from her, her face paling a shade lighter each second she shriveled under my stare.

She was out of the office faster than a bat out of a cave as soon as I asked her to leave.

"Poor girl...you scared her shitless, Violet. I am just so sure that she is hyperventilating outside my office door." His face filled with amusement but soon hinted worry as soon as he saw my hands. 

So before he could speak I spoke.

"She needed to know when and how to speak in front of her superiors. But whatever, just try not to get into her pants, the girl has come to work for a change."

  No ulterior motives of getting into your pants, for a change! 

I did not speak my thought out loud but just gave him a pointed glare to make sure that my point went through that thick skull of his.

Christopher had a very nasty scowl on his face whereas the on the other hand the addicting green emeralds shone with amusement, a small smile adorning his God like face. 

Lucca Santos actually had a genuine smile on his face, not the mocking smirk or the arrogant lop sided grin but an actual genuine smile that showed shadow of a dimples on his cheeks.

Christopher's annoying voice pulled my out of my thoughts.

"Hey! You make me sound like a fucking sex addict, which by the ways I am not." I scoffed in amusement. 

And I had two heads with a third eye.

" But whatever, never mind that. What happened to your hand?" he asked nodding his head in my direction, or more specifically my bandaged hand's direction.

 I was dreading this conversation from the minute I woke up today.

"Not that it's any of your business-" I said but soon was cut off by Lucca.

"Come now, tesoro. Did you cut your hands cooking?" he mocked me; an arrogant smirk had replaced his extremely beautiful smile. 

Small but beautiful nonetheless. His eyes twitching between my face and hands.

 His statement just angered me so much, not as bad as the other day, but enough to make my blood boil and make me lose all sense of rational thought.

"Actually I bruised my hands while beating the shit out of a disgusting Ogre for a human, Mr. Santos." I don't know why I said it but it was as if I didn't have control over my tongue.

 I regretted what I said instantly, boy did I regret it.

As soon as those words left my mouth a look of absolute rage and something a bit darker flitted through Lucca's face before he recomposed himself but Christopher on the other hand looked downright horrified and murderous. He maybe a perverted man whore, but he sure did give a lady the respect she deserved.

"Who?"

"WHAT?!"

Lucca's calm yet dangerous tone terrified me more than Christopher's enraged shout. His quietness felt like silence before a very disastrous and violent storm. One that would probably destroy everything in its way.

"Neither of your businesses, actually. Now-" I spoke once again to be cut off but this time it was Christopher.

"Violet, don't fuck with me. Tell me who that asshole-" he started his angry rant but I didn't let him finish it.

"Drop it, Christopher." I said my voice devoid of the exasperation I was feeling.

"The coglione deserves whatever Christopher plans, tesoro. And much more." The last part was not meant for me to hear but I heard it anyway.

 By now I was so used to his bipolar attitude that it no longer surprised me.

"Nobody is doing anything to anybody. Am I understood? Plus I made sure the bastard stays down at least for a week so you guys couldn't possibly do anything more." I said a slight smirk on my face as I remembered how Danny called me earlier to tell that the Ogre was still knocked out although he was breathing.

Christopher was extremely shocked on my declaration but I could see a bit of pride and fear on his face but the Italian asshole had a look of pure disbelief and mockery etched on each of his features as he scoffed lightly at my statement.

 He didn't believe me. And I didn't care. I turned to Christopher.

"Now that we have established that, I originally came to tell you that I will be unavailable between 3pm to 5pm so do you think that you could squeeze in my meetings in your schedule for those two hours?" I asked Christopher.

"Oh my, did someone booty call you?" Christopher mocked, barely controlling his laughter.

I glared at him, taking a step forward, one more punch shouldn't hurt me that much, should it?

He immediately held up his arms in surrender, mischief still shining bright as a day in his eyes.

"Ok, ok, I was kidding! Sure, but what do I get in return?" he asked me with his best flirty smile. This time I wasn't the only one to glare at him.

"How about nothing?" I said, not in the mood for his flirtatious mood and useless jokes.

"Na-uh, not happening then. Let your clients hang, no pun intended." He said with an extremely cheesy grin on his face. 

I could feel my facial muscles contort into a grimace. My reputation was very important to me and he knew it. The pathetic bastard!

"Fine what do you want?" I asked, dreading as soon as the question left my mouth. A mischievous look crossed his face.

"How about you I hold onto that and ask later?" he said. This is gonna come and bite me in the ass later, I was so sure of it.

"Where are you going anyways?"

"Caley's coming home early...she caught a bug or something. Her flight's landing at four. I am bringing her to the office later." I told him only to see his eyes light up in excitement.

For some reason my little sister had everyone in the office wrapped around her little fingers. People here adored her as much as they feared and disliked me.

"Who's Caley, tesoro?" Lucca asked, a look of pure curiosity on his face. I ignored his question not wanting to answer him.

I left before either of them could speak but I could hear Christopher tell Lucca that Caley was my sister. As soon as I entered my office, Clark was up with his digital notepad in hand, reading out my itinerary for today.

"You have an 11am with your new client, something about a drug cartel busted and two murders happening because of that and a 12:15 with the Martinez case for the follow up in the court, they expect you to close the case today. Someone called Ms. Pierce called and I quote, 'tell the lazy bitch to call me I am bored.' I must say, she has a way with words. Never mind, moving on I suggest you make that phone call after 1:15 you may have finished your trial by then. Then onto your afternoon schedule-" I cut him off mid rant.

"Hold up, does my schedule have any meetings between 3pm to 5pm?" I asked, he nodded.

"Talk with Rhodes. All those meetings, Chris is gonna handle. I have to go pick up Caley from airport at 4pm and will be back with her around 5pm. You are on babysitting duty 5pm onwards. I don't want to leave Caley home alone, scram." I said, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. He nodded looking excited and left.

Clark came in after 15 minutes as I was going through my file of my next case. He was shaking with the need to speak. I put the file down to face him.

"What is it? Your shaking is distracting." I stated with a blank stare. He scowled but it was soon replaced by a gigantic creepy smile.

"Your meetings are dealt with. But that's what I wanted to say. The newbie...she's so..."

"Naive? Stupid? Dumb?" I supplied with the choice words.

"How about all of the above?" he said snorting. I agreed with him.

"Clark are you really trying to gossip with me right now, keep the irritating rant for Sebastian for once!" I said dismissing him and going back to my file. 

Yes, Clark and I were gossiping partners but just now I had a suspect to prove guilty and he is interested in the dumb damsel.

"Mean! But really I wanted to know...what do you think, how long she'll last. A day? Two days? A week? Or is that high hopes." He said, his eyes trained on the redhead out in her cubicle sorting through some files.

"Honestly? I think she'll last long..."I said half heartedly, concentrating more on the file in front of me.

"Why? I mean look at her! She is a fucking fashion disaster." Clark's nose scrunched in disgust at the girl's appearance.

"She told me she didn't find Christopher attractive."I said with a sly smirk towards Clark. The gasp that followed was more than dramatic. 

Clark looked like he was shocked to speechlessness. A slow smile creeped up on his face.

As much as I'd hate to admit it, Clark wasn't just my assistant but a reliable and dear friend too. I didn't have many of those in my life, so I tolerated whatever bullshit that came out of his mouth. He was the only one was a slightly less if not intimidated by me since day one and that I appreciated.

"Oh yeah, she'll last." He said showing himself out of my office.

Soon hours had passed and I was finally finished with all my engagements scheduled. Just as I was leaving the office to go pick up Caley my phone rang. Seeing the caller id, all I could do was smirk at the shouting I was about to get.

"Well if it isn't my favorite social activist." I said

"Favorite social activist, my ass. Now to talk to you I have to go through your PA, is it? What are you, Her Majesty or something?" she snapped sounding extremely irritated. She always had the knack of getting irritated at the most trivial things.

"Hello to you too, Natalia."

"It's Lia for you, bitch." She said exasperatedly.

"Oh I know..." I smirked knowing that she hated when I called her by her full name.

We talked for a while about anything and everything. She was quiet literally the only girlfriend I had and she was anything but a girly girl, my kind of girl. 

Natalia Pierce is a social activist and the owner of one of the best public relations firms in Chicago. She is the best in her field. Nothing stays hidden from her; she is like a fucking vulture that spots its prey from miles away. I was always told her that she should have become a detective; she is that good at digging.

"Hey Lia, I have a favor to ask." I said after almost twenty minutes of useless talk.

"Shoot." she says nonchalantly. 

I liked that about her. She was ever ready to help the people she cared for.

"I want you to dig info about this Italian prick that has made my life miserable the past few days. Lucca Santos." I said, my contempt and irritation clear as day as I spat-out the said asshole's name.

"Hmm...his name sounds sexy. Is he hot?" she asked, her voice playful and a bit hopeful.

 I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her childish behavior.

"Calvin Klein hot."I replied without hesitation. 

Denying the fact that Lucca Santos was extremely attractive would be lying. 

"But he is a chauvinist asshole." I added as an afterthought. I trusted the girl with my life; I could tell her almost everything without her judging me.

"Ahh...all the good looking ones are gay, taken or total insufferable twats. A very sad truth of life, but truth nonetheless. Don't worry Vi, I'll send you whatever dirt I find on him by the end of the day. See ya, say hi to Caley." She said.

"Bye." I replied before she hung up on me.

Lucca Santos was an enigma. And how much ever attractive I do find him I cannot work with one, an enigma that is. 

I need to know about him. He behaves so calmly yet I can't shake the feeling that I can sense the dangerous power that is radiating off of him. He shows enough but hides so much more. Since the day he entered my life, I could feel constant eyes on me, even if I could never find them when I turned around. He is a two-faced bastard with an amazing Italian vocabulary and looks that could send Adonis in a fit of jealousy. 

He was toxic and dangerous. Every time I talked to him, he made me forget everything around me. He lures me like a Siren lures her prey in. All rational thought and reason leaves my conscious once I stare into those intense emerald depths, finding myself getting lost in his eyes.

Up until now my sadness was like a drug to me. Making me forget the reality around me and compelling me to see the world in a whole different perspective, consuming me in the most toxic way possible. But when Lucca came, he made me forget it, all of it. 

But instead of feeling sadness, he makes me feel something else. Something so intense, so dark within me that I never thought existed. I couldn't name it, I just couldn't. And that scared me. Not knowing. 

Uncertainty.

A/N:-

Sorry for the late updates . But school has been holding me back and I just couldn't post. 

Editing took the longest time. Trust me, its a shit load of work.

I can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter!! 

Thank you for all the love and support you guys have given me. Honestly, when I started this book I did not expect to get these many reads, like at all. Thank you so much!!

Until next time, my beautiful sexy readers! Happy reading!!!

Translations:-

Coglione: fucker [Pardon my french...I mean Italian ;)]

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