The Devil's Son

The Devil's Son

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Lynne had a one night stand with George. Just when they were going to build something out of it, her ex boyfriend, Jake came back. But Lynne was later to find out whom she was dealing with - the devil's son!

The Devil's Son Chapter 1 The Meeting

Lynne was having lunch at one of the cosiest restaurants in the city. It's her favourite place to cool off and put her thought together. Lately, she has been overwhelmed with work and she also has her mother's health worrying her to stupor.

Her phone rang.

"Hello, Lynne where are you? The directors are already here!"

Oh! She hurriedly gulped down the last drop of wine in her glass, packed her bags and quickly made for the door.

"How could I have forgotten?" she kept muttering to herself.

In her hurry, she bumped into someone.

"Holy shit! Young woman, are you blind?"

She looked up to apologise and what she saw captivated her. He was handsome, his eyes were expressive and captivating, framed by thick, well-defined eyebrows that add a touch of intrigue. He had a confident demeanor and a natural charisma that obviously drew anyone's attention.

Lynne didn't realize she had been gazing without saying anything.

"Yes? Young lady, you just spilled my lunch".

"I...I...I" she stuttered.

"Do you stutter?" He was observing her with cruel eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"No! I'm really sorry, I was in a hurry. I'll pay for your spilled lunch. Here's my card," she said, feigning confidence as she hands him her business

He took the card, grabbed her hand and looked sternly into her eyes.

"I'll definitely give you a call and it's not about the food."

She snatched her hand and walked away so fast.

"What a day and what a man!" she thought as her driver zoomed off back to the office.

Back at the office, Lynne could not concentrate. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the man she encountered at the restaurant. His physique, sculpted and athletic, lingered vividly in her imagination. The memory of his broad shoulders, the way his shirt hugged his chest, and the confidence exuded by his every move ignited a spark within her.

As she tried to focus on her work, her mind kept wandering back to the memory of his toned arms, visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt. The way he carried himself with an effortless grace, hinting at strength and agility, fueled her fascination. She found herself daydreaming about the touch of his hand, imagining the warmth and security it would bring.

Lynne made a conscious effort to redirect her focus. She channeled her energy into her work.

"Miss Lynne, are you with us?" her manager asked, breaking through the haze of her thoughts.

Startled, Lynne snapped back to reality, realizing that she had been unusually quiet throughout the meeting.

"Oh, I apologize," Lynne replied, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I got lost in my thoughts for a moment. Please go ahead, I'm fully engaged now."

The meeting continued, and Lynne made a conscious effort to actively participate, offering her insights and suggestions. However, in the back of her mind, the memory of the encounter at the restaurant lingered, making it challenging to fully focus on the discussion at hand.

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