Book TRK
My man
A few days later. Magnificent Residential Area.
On Saturday morning, the couple, having finished their breakfast, set off on their individual weekend routines, which had become a familiar part of their lives.
Recent days had brought a sense of tranquility and peace between them. Mia, understanding her husband and his demeanor, found cohabiting with him to be surprisingly blissful.
She now recognized that Shawn’s usual cold exterior was merely a shield, concealing his vulnerability. They were alike-lonely, abandoned, and vulnerable.
Arriving at the hospital, Mia eagerly made her way to the elevator, her spirits notably high. Exiting on her floor, she strolled down the hospital corridor with a calm demeanor.
Pausing in front of a ward, she quietly turned the doorknob and entered.
She approached patient 305’s hospital bed with measured steps, settling into the chair beside it. Gently, she took hold of the person’s hand, adorned with a pulse oximeter on the index finger.
In a hushed tone, she spoke, “Mom, I’m here. I know you missed me, and I missed you too,” careful not to disturb others in the ward.
Mia’s smile remained as she continued, “I’ll now share my stories with you, as usual.” Her storytelling had evolved from reading books to recounting real-life tales, particularly those of her relationship with Shawn.
“Today, no complaints, so you can relax,” she chuckled softly. “Things have been going well between us, and he’s started treating me nicely. I find myself liking him more,” she whispered the last sentence.
She continued, “I know it’s just a deal, and eventually, I’ll have to part ways with him. But I can’t help it; I’ve grown accustomed to this life.” A sigh escaped her, accompanied by a tear tracing down her cheek.
Once done discussing her secret marriage, Mia enthusiastically delved into topics like her graduation, exams, and her current anxiety about the impending online results.
She discussed various topics, and upon noticing the late hour, she bid her farewell. “See you next week, Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll be coming more often now that I’ve completed high school.”
Exiting the hospital, Mia’s gaze instinctively scanned the payment counter. Noticing a different financial service representative, she speculated that the usual attendant might be off today. Shrugging it off, she left the hospital premises and entered her car.
“Where to, Madam?” Jasper inquired from the driver’s seat after closing her door.
“Home,” she replied, a smile gracing her face.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
—–
A couple of weeks later. Beats Corporations.
“… also, the meeting with Tims Group is scheduled for next week,” Lucas briefed the CEO on the recent additions to his schedule.
“Hn,” CEO Shawn responded nasally, focused on typing behind his desk.
After a brief pause, Shawn inquired leisurely, “Anything else?”
“That’s all for now, sir,” Lucas replied, though he still had something on his mind.
Hesitatingly, he bit his lip, “Sir, Miss Yvonne is here again.”
Upon hearing this, Shawn’s typing fingers paused briefly.
After a few seconds, he resumed his work, dismissively stating, “Just leave her be. When she gets tired of waiting, she’ll leave.”
Since her return from overseas, Yvonne made it a daily ritual to visit Beats Corporations for one reason-to catch a glimpse of her most beloved.
However, her attempts to enter the building were consistently thwarted, and she knew exactly who was behind it-as expected of him.
Undeterred by this setback, Yvonne refrained from pleading with security for access as it was of no use.
Every day, upon her arrival, she would step out of her car, perch on the bonnet, and proudly display a large cardboard sign that read, ‘I Miss You, My Man.’
Every. Day.
Lucas nodded and left the CEO’s office, pondering why Miss Yvonne was so fixated on his boss.
While he acknowledged CEO Shawn’s appeal to millions of women, he couldn’t fathom why Miss Yvonne persisted, especially considering her elder brother’s…
Sigh.
The CEO’s P. A was aware of the Young Miss’ longstanding feelings for the CEO but he believed she should put an end to it.
‘She should wait until she learns that the big boss is now married.’
After Lucas departed, Shawn leisurely rose from his seat and walked over to stand near the floor-to-ceiling window. Glancing outside, he spotted Yvonne standing beside her car, holding up a cardboard sign in the sun, as she did every day.
A subtle twitch of his lips revealed his exasperation before he averted his gaze. The CEO twitched his lips and averted his gaze.
Soon, he’d be leaving the office, and she would likely start chasing his convoy, pounding her palms on the car windows in an attempt to grab his attention-a futile effort she knew all too well.
Returning to his work, Shawn focused on tasks at hand.
—
As the sun set and Shawn concluded his day, his car departed Beats Corporations, the security convoy following closely. Gazing out through the car window, he observed the absence of the lady.
Perhaps she grew tired early today. The CEO’s expression remained as impassive as always.
She should cease coming there to embarrass herself daily. The only reason the news outlets refrained from publishing about Yvonne Davis’ daily flirtation outside Beats Corporations, was Shawn Mendez’s involvement. Nothing about him went online without proper consent from his personal assistant; the consequences were ominous.
Soon, the convoy made its way into MRA.
As the car gradually stopped outside the front door, Shawn’s slender legs emerged. Yet, as his entire frame straightened, he found himself frozen.
Right in front of him stood the one person he had been actively avoiding-Yvonne.
“My man,” Yvonne’s eyelashes fluttered seductively as she moved closer, running her hands on his chest.
“Happy to see me?” Her face inched closer as she whispered.
Shawn, still taken aback by her unexpected presence, realized her intentions too late. The lady had pressed her soft, longing lips against his.
His eyes widened, and he instinctively took a few steps backward, abruptly ending Yvonne’s sweet fantasy.
He never expected her to actually show up at his place.
How did she get in? Where did she acquire a passcard? It dawned on Shawn that the Davis family used to frequent Magnificent in the past.
Yvonne’s eyes shot open, and she frowned, “Why did you pull away? Do you not miss me? How is it that no one missed me?” She pouted in dissatisfaction.
Shawn’s eyes had turned bloodshot red by now. “Never try what you just did again,” he warned coldly.
A chill ran up Yvonne’s spine, but she dismissed her fear. After all, she’d known the man in front of her all her life. She was confident Shawn wouldn’t do anything to harm her; he was merely trying to intimidate her.
“Why? But you’re my man.”
Shawn remained silent and turned to look beside him. “Assist Miss Yvonne home,” he ordered the nearest bodyguard.
Yvonne frowned. “Fine. I’ll leave on my own,” she added, grinning, “but I’ll be back.”
Deep down, she knew returning wouldn’t be possible. As soon as she left, Shawn would order MRA’s security never to let her in from then on.
With an elegant stride on her high heels, Yvonne walked to her car. Upon entering, she blew Shawn a kiss and zoomed off.
Shawn sighed. She was getting out of hand. He’d have to make a call to…
Swiftly, he pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and when the person answered, he stated firmly, “Your sister, get her away from me.” Without waiting for a response, he hung up.
Glancing up at his bedroom window… What if Little One had witnessed everything… Shawn pondered.
With a twitch of his lips, he headed inside the mansion promptly.