"Your boss doesn't deserve you," Clifford revealed. "Why are you telling me all this?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Because I want you for myself. You're the woman of my dreams." Compared to how he behaved when he came to deliver stuff to me, he was very blunt now. "What if I don't like you back?" "I'll wait, after all, I'm good at that." He didn't look fazed. "Why me? I don't even own a business of my own." I told him. "You don't need to own a business, Arleen. It's just you I need." "What do you need me for?" "I need you to be my woman, that's all." He answered. **** Arleen Theodore is a secretary who is in love with her boss, Damion Clinton, but he doesn't love her back although he's aware but acts ignorant. Whereas, Clifford Edson, Arleen's delivery guy secretly loves her and tries to find any chance he gets to deliver things to her. BUT when the boss comes in contact with the delivery guy, things go haywire…. could it be that the delivery guy brought out mixed feelings from Damion towards Arleen? Or is the delivery guy Damion Clinton's untold truth?
~{BEVERLEY'S POV}~
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Before I could grip the handle, she pulled me back and made me face her.
For a moment I stood still as I stared at my suit to make sure it wasn't stained.
Looking back at her, she was glaring at me while breathing heavily.
"You have the nerve t…" I started,
"Yes! I have the nerve to do anything as long as it brings results," she agreed.
"How dare you cut me off?" I calmly asked.
"Why are you acting all mighty when you weren't like this in the first place! We're the same…"
I gave her a hot slap which made her stagger in shock.
"Don't ever compare yourself with me. We're nothing alike. If you really knew me you would know that,'' I said in a deep and intimidating tone.
Facing me with her eyes wide open, she lowered her hand from her face and glowered at me.
"Screw you Beverley!"
At her words, I arched a brow and smiled in amazement.