Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Desires Die Hard Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Anya found herself shoved forcefully into Evan’s black Bentley by the man himself. The young woman reached for the handle instantly. But the door was locked before she could get out.

Anya yanked hard at the door handle to no avail. Finally, she whipped around and glared at the man seated next to her. The hint of impatience on her face was as stark as day. “Mr. Welton, what do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s time for lunch, isn’t it? Let me buy you lunch,” Evan said before snapping his fingers at his driver

Upon hearing the loud crack in the air, the driver started the engine. Within seconds, the Bentley was speeding down the

streets.

“Thanks for the offer, Mr. Welton. But I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to have lunch alone,” Anya said. She had given up on trying to get out of the car now that the vehicle was moving.

The young woman decided to abandon any attempts of escaping. Instead, she clutched her draft to her chest fiercely. The hostility in her voice was as stark as day when she spoke.

Anyone else who spoke in such a manner to Evan would have been told to get out of his sight. But Anya wasn’t anyone.

She was a woman who had caught his eye. As long as she had his interest, any form of resistance that she put up continue to slide off him like water off a duck’s back. He didn’t mind her displays of aggression or hostility. He was confident of his ability to make her yield to him eventually.

“Lola’s an extremely important client to the Welton Group. You’re the reason she’s our client. Shouldn’t I reward a competent employee for a job well done?” Evan raised an eyebrow playfully. “Ms. MacMillan, are you intent on embarrassing me? The CEO of Welton Group and your boss?”

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Evan’s voice sounded husky and deep when he spoke. It was akin to the song played by a bass. Low melodious notes filled the small interior of the Bentley.

Anya couldn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat.

If Evan weren’t such a bully who always wanted his way, he would be perfect. He was good–looking. He had influence and wealth. He worked out and it showed. He also had a great voice to boot.

Yet, no matter how close to perfection the man was, she had to stay away from him.

He was Nathaniel’s and Eudora’s father.

If she only needed one reason to keep her distance from him, that would be enough.

“Thanks for the kind offer, Mr. Welton,” Anya said as she shook off the momentary daze that she had fallen into after hearing Evan’s mesmerizing voice. “I have a lunch appointment. Besides, I was just doing my job. You don’t have to buy me lunch.”

Evan gave Anya a good hard look. His eyes flashed dangerously as he stared at her. As something rippled in his dark eyes,

young man leaned in and whispered. “Stop playing a fool. You know what I want.”

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There was no way she didn’t know.

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She was still fighting him.

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“Mr. Welton, I’ve made myself very clear on many occasions,” Anya said as she turned away from Evan and tried to lean away. His breath was scathing.

Yet her attempts were futile. They simply provoked the man into leaning forward further.

Anya smelled sweet and fresh. Like milk. He couldn’t get enough of it.

Evan’s eyes darkened. He was consumed by his desire for the woman before him. His desire and his need to possess the woman filled every comer of his mind. It was the voice of the devil whispering in his ear.

He was seized by the sudden urge to kiss the woman who wouldn’t stop resisting his advances. It was an urge that grew more intense in the dead silence in the car. Like sharp hooks, it sank deep into the most primal part of his brain. Evan felt warm and tense. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. The young man drew the screen down.

As soon as the black screen came shuttering down, dividing the car into two halves again, Evan reached forward and grabbed Anya’s chin.

He tugged her towards him, then leaned in and pressed a hard kiss on the young woman’s soft glossy lips.

He was a 28–year–old young man. Men his age had urges that they needed to satisfy. Besides, he had been practicing abstinence and staying away from women all this while.

That one time he had sex with Anya had been the only exception. He had never had slept with another woman.

The forceful and passionate kiss left Anya no room to breathe. She felt her head going dizzy and her body going stock still.

Her mouth was filled with the heady sharp scent of cigarette smoke and the taste of Evan. She tried desperately to flee from the kiss only to have his tongue chase after hers relentlessly and leaving her cornered. Amidst their passionate kiss, Evan’s fingers dug hard into Anya’s waist. His breath was hot on her skin. “Be my lover. I’ll be good to you.”

But he wouldn’t love her. That was simply an excuse. One that men were inclined to give when they wanted you. Anya knew

that.

That was why she wasn’t taken in by the lie.

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