Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Desires Die Hard Chapter 142

Chapter 142

The forceful declaration of ownership sent Anya reeling with shock. The young for words.

Evan could have any woman he wanted. Why must he have her?

woman found herself at a momentary lo

Anya’s thoughts were a jumbled mess as if someone had just thrown them into disarray.

“Let me send you home now,” Evan said, the tone to his voice surprisingly gentle while he gazed into her eyes.

Anya broke out of her stunned stupor. She immediately shoved Evan’s towering form away from her and pressed herself against the flank of the car. Her brow was creased into a deep frown. The look of wariness and reluctance on her face was as stark as day. “Mr. Welton, you were the one who told me to stay away from you a year ago. What changed?”

Evan seemed to replace her words hilarious. His voice was husky as he spoke slowly. “You seemed really interested in getting into bed with me a year ago, I’m giving you another chance. Why aren’t you taking it?”

Incredulity rippled across Anya’s face. What was he talking about? She had never thought about having sex with him!

He wasn’t going to believe her, of course. He would never believe her if she told him that she had never tried to set him up and had never tried to lure him into bed with her.

Someone else had set the both of them up.

But she wasn’t interested in clearing up this terrible misunderstanding right now. She knew her attempts would only make things worse.

Anya looked away. She didn’t care if Evan got mad. The look in her huge eyes was that of grim determination. “Mr. Welton, perhaps I should repeat myself. I’m sorry for what happened a year ago. But what’s done is done. Right now, I’m not interested in being a part of your life and I would really appreciate it if you stay out of mine.”

Anya waited for the man who was adamant to get his way, get upset and yell at her.

What was the worst that could happen to her? She could always quit her job.

She waited and waited.

Evan didn’t appear upset at all. His hand shot out unexpectedly and gripped her soft chinifirmly. His voice was a low murmur. “This is great. I enjoy a challenge.”

The young man wanted to move on from the incident a year ago. After all, Anya had kept her promise and stayed away from him for an entire year.

And now… she had caught his eye.

Things were different now.

It had been such a long time since he had come across a woman who could pique his interest.

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Chapter 142

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Anya was furious. She felt herself bubbling with rage and ready to blow up. What was wrong with the man? She had turned him down. Why wouldn’t he give up?

Was he that desperate?

The

young woman’s guts churned with fury. She wanted to slap the man but dared not. She simply stood there and bore his touch unwillingly for a long moment before shoving him away from her. She did not say a single word.

Sure, he enjoyed challenges. That was his business. She wasn’t going to go against her principles and put herself up for

sale.

She was surprised that the man did not attempt to put his dirty paws on her again after she had shoved him away. He wasn’t that much of a creep after all. Instead, the young man shut his eyes and rested for a while. He had drunk two glasses of red wine.

They hadn’t been enough to get him drunk, of course.

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t feeling the effects of fatigue after two full glasses of wine.

Anya ignored the man as he rested his eyes. They could continue the conversation once they reached her place.

Neither of them spoke during the ride.

The small car was filled with a strange, utter silence.

Thirty minutes later, Evan’s car drove up to Anya’s apartment building.

The car slid to a smooth stop. Anya scrambled to get out immediately.

Evan reached out suddenly and caught her by the wrist. He leaned out of the shadows and forward slightly. His voice was soft and mild. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

Then, he released his hold on her.

Surprise rippled across Anya’s face before it stiffened. She stared at the handsome man hidden in the shadows and found. herself at an utter loss for words. She got out of the car immediately. Before she slammed the door shut, a thought streaked through her head. She stared into the dark interior of the car and the man who sat inside. “Mr. Welton, what you’re doing is harassment. I can report you to management.”

Having said that, she stopped caring anymore. She slammed the door shut with a satisfying loud thud.