Chapter 83: SOCIAL LADDER
Miles and Maren lay entwined on the bed, hands wrapped around each other, sleeping peacefully.
The room was a testant to their passionate night, with clothes scattered everywhere.
Miles slowly sat up, his head pounding, exhaustion etched on his face.
He rolled onto his side, but he felt sothing heavy on his chest. He grumbled a bit, his left hand moving to his forehead as she tried to recall what had transpired the previous night.
His eyes fluttered open only to find Maren’s hand on his chest. His eyes bulged out and slapped her hand away, glaring.
"What the fuck? Why am I here?" Rage burned through him, his voice low and nacing. His thoughts swirled around wondering how he had gotten to her.
Maren’s expression softened. "You don’t have to shout at , Miles."
Miles scrambled off the bed, grabbing his shirt. "I need to get out of here."
Maren lay back, covered in the duvet, regret washing over her. She recalled the previous night, how Miles had made the first move, and she hadn’t stopped him despite not being drunk. She had let her long-held feelings for him cloud her senses.
Though she might be feeling sad now, it was one of the passionate nights she had shared with soone.
"The bathroom is that way," she announced pointing to the bathroom, knowing he wasn’t in the mood to exchange words with her.
As Miles disappeared into the bathroom, the shower running, Maren quickly dressed in a plain big shirt and also a small short, her movents swift and silent.
When Miles walked out, refreshed but still visibly irritated, Maren tried to call on his attention. "Miles, wait."
He ignored her, picking up his wristwatch and phone, and preparing to leave.
Maren grasped his hand, her eyes pleading. "Don’t go, not like this... let’s talk."
Miles’s expression softened slightly, but he remained distant. "I need space, Maren."
"Space from what?" Maren asked, her voice laced with concern.
"From last night, what other fuvking space are you expecting?" Miles replied, his tone firm. "It was a mistake."
Maren’s face fell, but she released his hand. Maren’s soft voice called out again in pain.
"Miles?" he halted without turning around, his broad back a cold barrier between them.
"What?" he snapped, his tone icy and detached.
"I... want to say I..." she sputtered and this ti he glanced at her.
Maren’s nervous gulp was audible as he asked, "How much is your pay?" Miles asked and Maren felt her heart shattered.
Maren released her grasp, shocked and hurt by his blunt question.
"Wh... What?" she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf. Her eyes, once bright with hope, now dimd with pain.
"I... I..." she stuttered, lost for words as Miles pulled out his phone.
"Tell
your..." he pressed, his eyes piercing, demanding an answer.
"Do you take
for an escort or what?" her tone dripped with disdain.
"What else should I expect from you?" he retorted, cutting deep into Maren’s soul.
Maren’s face contorted in pain as she slapped him across the face, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. The sound echoed through the room.
"Yes, I had sex with you... but..." she began, her voice cracking.
"You took advantage of the situation," Miles interrupted, his voice callous, shredding Maren’s fragile heart.
Maren’s eyes welled up with tears. "You think in my right mind I would want to spend ti with you?" Miles asked as he smirked and twisted a cruel curve of his lips.
"Have you ever looked at
as a woman?" Maren asked again, her lips trembling, pondering on the kind of answer he would give her.
He scoffed, the sound like a rusty gate. "Woman? Never."
Maren’s voice cracked, shattered by his words. "Why? What hatred do you hold for ? What have I ever done?" Her words spilled out of pain.
Miles ignored her question, his expression cold, unyielding. "Stay away from Astrid. It’s a warning."
Maren’s eyes flashed, "Why? You can’t say who Astrid befriends."
Miles moved closer, his smirk twisting, his eyes glinting with amusent. "I know you are only close to her to get closer to " he whispered, his breath dancing across Maren’s skin. "Just like you had done with Mattie,"
Maren was silent, not able to deny this, it was the truth everywhere.
"She knows about it already," Maren announced, leaving Miles’s eyes widened in shock, his face pale.
"What?" He hadn’t expected Maren’s bold admission, the truth slapped him like a wake-up call.
As Miles stood close to Maren, he felt a mix of guilt and attraction swirling within him.
His eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers, while Maren’s chest heaved, her breathing ragged.
"You have always hurt , Miles. But this cuts deepest."
Miles’s expression softened, a fleeting glimpse of remorse. But it vanished, replaced by his usual cold detachnt.
"I’m warning you, Maren. Stay away from Astrid. Don’t use her as a pawn in your gas."
Maren’s eyes flashed. "Gas?"
Maren’s hands wrapped around the shirt she wore, her voice laced with discomfort.
"She already knew about my feelings..."
Miles sighed, his eyes avoiding Maren’s. "I am not surprised you take
to be that cunning when your sister has been nothing but a cunning bitch."
Miles’s expression remained impassive. He avoided her and now tapped his phone, his voice firm. "Take care... and stay away from Astrid."
Maren’s eyes blazed with curiosity. "What exactly did you see in her that made you want her and not ?"
Miles smirked, his eyes glinting with amusent. "She has a pure heart, that’s all I can say."
Just then, Maren’s phone buzzed, breaking the tense atmosphere.
Miles waved his phone before her and then pointed to her phone. "I paid you for last night, I don’t want anything between us anymore." with that he walked out.
Maren sighed, moving to her phone, her smile small but satisfied. "At least I got to have sex with him," she murmured.
Her assistant Hannett walked into her room, amusent etched on her face. "Ma’am... Did he just?"
Maren smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "He is mad at , though, but I don’t care." She moved closer to her, helping her clean the room.
Maren was one of the richest won in the city, living alone in a grand villa. Her personal life remained shrouded in secret, with few knowing about her family.
She is a self-made billionaire, her talent helping her into the world of the rich.
Rumors swirled about her climbing the social ladder by charming rich n, but Maren never bothered to correct them. Her focus remained fixed on her career.
However, hearing Miles’s hurtful words made her regret her indifference.
As she helped her assistant tidy up, Maren’s thoughts swirled.
"Why did his words cut so deep?" she wondered.
Until Hannett’s gentle voice broke her reverie. "Ma’am, are you okay?"
Maren’s mask slipped, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. "I’m fine, thank you."
But the pain lingered, a nagging ache that refused to subside.
Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She smiled as she read Astrid’s ssage.
"Hey... I saw your ssage, how did you get him?" Astrid asked.
Maren’s sly smile spread across her face as she typed her response.
"He got drunk, and I took advantage of him." She sent the ssage, anticipating Astrid’s shock, she had sent the picture of Miles sleeping to her.
Just then Hannett’s voice interrupted her thoughts. "Ma’am, I have never seen you smile that way before. Is there sothing you’re not telling ?"
Maren’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. "Of course not."
Her knowing gaze lingered. "You look extrely beautiful... and happy."
Maren’s expression softened, but she remained tight-lipped.
Then Hannet handed her a file she had been holding. "Well, guess what?"
Maren raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "This ca from above,"
Maren read the file, her eyes widened in shock. "What...?" Her hand clamped over her mouth, stifling a gasp.
"It’s on the news that the Logans and Adams are no longer partners," she explained.
Maren whispered, still staring at the file in disbelief. "This ca from Mr. Logan himself."
Hannette’s expression mirrored Maren’s shock."What is it?" she asked.
Maren’s voice trembled. "But Mr. Julian had..." She paused, reading on.
"No, that’s because of Mattie. She forced him to partner with ."
But the next line made her heart skip a beat. "It’s a direct request, wishing for
to help... secretly."
Maren’s eyes scanned the file, her mind racing.
Mr. Logan wanted her to scout Astrid, beco her trainer, and help with her thyroid issues. He wanted Astrid’s face on their airline soon.
Maren’s thoughts swirled, at the thought that the Logans had accepted Astrid, which ant they no longer worked with Mattie.
She smiled at this, once Astrid got the backup from Logan it ant she could climb into the rich world.
"Hannett?" her assistant stared at her, "Guess soone is about to climb into the rich world and this person is coming directly from the Logans."
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