True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 96

Heinz Jones noticed that she was unapologetic. "You tried to provoke me. Anyone who does that has to suffer the consequences." He spoke gravely.

"This is an office." Grace Smith responded. "It is not the proper place for us to behave in such a manner." Grace Smith added.

"You started it." Heinz Jones replied.

"And I apologized." She replied.

"Oh." He said.

It was futile to argue with her.

"No sneering." Grace Smith spoke, she looked into his intense gaze. "I hate it when you do that, it's really annoying. It's not polite, Mr. Jones."

She clenched her fist slightly.

"Do you know what I absolutely despise?" Heinz Jones asked.

Grace Smith felt a flash of irritation across her eyes. "Your desires and loathings are completely foreign to me. It will take time and effort to comprehend it."

"Grace Smith, my office has a lounge. Why don't you stay here with me tonight?" Heinz Jones replied coldly.

Grace Smith froze.

She was embroiled in a whirlwind of emotion.

He continued to lock his eyes on her suggestively.

Grace Smith breathed deeply, remained silent, and gazed steadily at him.

Heinz Jones was also silent, gazing back at her condescendingly.

She had gained the upper hand, but now she felt the tables turned and she was afraid. Even at a disadvantage, he was proud and lofty.

He had the confidence of royalty.

She sighed, loosening her shoulders, and asked, "Heinz Jones, don't you know how to treat a woman well? Just let me go, is that too much to ask for?"

"It will drive me mad." Heinz Jones replied, sounding sarcastic. "You are not some damsel in distress, you need to be tamed, like a wild horse."

"Your words baffle me." Grace Smith replied. She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a damsel in distress, I am a strong, fearless woman, are you happy with that?"

"Well, we are a perfect fit then." Heinz Jones retorted.

Grace Smith froze.

He released her. "Alright, its time to go home. I won't trouble you any further." Heinz Jones said.

Their intimate encounter should be a beautiful memory, rather than just some office tryst.

She looked at him in a daze.

Heinz Jones allowed her to get down from the desk. "Could you hand me my belt?"

She reacted with a smile and spoke softly, "Let me find it."

She had dodged a bullet. Grace Smith carefully handed him his belt. "Here you go."

He took it, freshened himself carefully, before pressing the intercom. "Lester, please come into the office."

Grace Smith went back to her desk and sat down, she looked serious and engrossed in her work.

Heinz Jones sighed, he felt that this was not how he envisioned the situation unfolding.

As Lester entered, he had his head lowered in apprehension. Without eye contact, he spoke, "President, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not really, the day is almost over. Could you check if Marry Smith is still downstairs?"

"Yes sir, I went to have a look and she is waiting in her car." Lester replied.

"Drive our car to the basement parking lot. Grace Smith and I will be there waiting for you." Heinz Jones said.

"Yes, sir." Lester agreed.

Lester left.

Grace Smith went down with Heinz Jones.

Marry Smith was still there waiting, as expected.