Chapter 2 That Time I Made An Absurd Proposal To A Breathtaking Man

Elizabeth. I walk into Torrington's cooperation with my head high, heels clicking, and a plan for revenge in mind. From a perspective, my plan was a shotgun story. A foolish idea that might get me killed by the said person. From another, if my plans were to work, I would have myself the perfect plot for revenge. Stopping at the receptionist's corner, I forced a warm smile. “Good morning, I am here to see Chairman Torrington.” She raised her head, fingers still typing on the keyboard. “Do you have an appointment?” This was the difficult part. It was one thing to dream of executing a plan that involved the man, and it was another difficult feat to get access to the man. “No.” My tone was confident. “But if you could ring him up for me please.” The receptionist shook her head and released a sigh. “You cannot see him without an appointment.” “I am well aware but it is an urgent matter and…” “Chairman Torrington is a busy man and he surely is not interested in meeting nobodies that have come here to throw themselves at him.” “What the…” Okay, I was here to throw myself at him but she didn't have to downgrade me like that. “I have no idea where you got that…” “If you do not leave, I will call security.” I could see my whole plan fading away. Once again, I felt paralyzed and helpless. The feeling that washed over me in my last moments was quick to resurface. I could see the images of my husband and sister, smug and content after making sure I met my end. “Can you at least please…” She picked up the telephone and began to dial. “Fine! I am leaving.” No sooner had I turned around when I heard someone call in an unsure tone. “Miss Darby?” I turned around immediately and was faced with a tall man holding a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. “Yes.” “Good to see you here.” I gave him a confused expression when he placed his phone in his jacket and offered his hand. “John Farmer, personal assistant to Chairman Torrington. We met three years ago.” “Oh..oh I am sorry. Forgive my manners.” “What are you doing here?” “Ummm…” I couldn't really say I was here to seduce his boss, could I? “I was passing by and thought to say hi.” “Why then were you leaving?” “Oh…I was threatened with security since I didn't have an appointment.” I adjusted my dress and glanced at the receptionist who now looked very confused and scared. “I see.” He walked towards her, said a few words and I watched the color drain off her face. “Right now!” “Sir…” He quickly turned to me with a polite smile. “Miss Darby, please, I will take you to the chairman.” “Thank you.” All of a sudden, I was feeling extra lucky. The elevator ride was smooth and filled with silence and once we got to the top floor, I decided to ask as we maneuvered the way. “How did you recognize me?” “Ahh..the boss is always mentioning…” he paused and I faltered in my steps while he seemed to collect himself. “...that shade of hair. It is unique.” I touched my hair suddenly aware of its ginger color. “True.” Stopping at a huge office door, he gave a tiny smile. “The chairman is right inside.” “Thank you once again, Mr Farmer.” He was gone as quickly as he came and being alone made me quite nervous. I rubbed my palm against my dress, summoned a little courage, and turned the knob. The view I met was not something Mr Framer had prepared me for. A group of elderly-looking men sat at a table, papers designed all over it, their expressions were grim and sour as they focused on the man seated at the center of the table. All eyes turned to me and I almost fell back outside. My breathing heavy, hands sweaty, I met the gaze of Chairman Torrington. Nikolas Torrington in the flesh and blood. Three years ago, I first met the man and was amazed by how beautifully God could have created a man. Right now, he stole my breath away. His eyes, blue and icy, stared into mine with a flash of surprises before it was masked with something that resembled relief. His face was a marvel to look at with the Roman nose and full lips. Diamond-cutting jaw and cheekbones I was dying to kiss again. “Directors…you are dismissed.” his voice vibrated through the room and I took a deep breath at the sound of it. Hurriedly, everyone got on their feet and packed their documents quickly scurrying to the door as if they had just been saved. Once alone, Nikolas took off his glasses, removed his cufflinks, and slowly rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow. Beautiful ink appeared reminding me of the one thing that had ruined that amazing night three years ago. The action alone was erotic and it made me press my thighs together. I tried to remain confident but surly my face was flushed by now. Images flashed through my memory. Obscene sounds made me bite my lower lip and internally groan. How…in the world had I not been able to compose myself after three years? He stood from his seat and walked towards me, putting a good five feet between us. His cologne assaulted my nose and I almost forgot how to breathe. Masculine and minty. Of pine wood and crispy new money. A man like him exuded power and wealth. To think I actually came here with the intention to do such a thing, I couldn't feel more stupid at this point. “Elizabeth.” His voice was warm and silky. Just as I remembered. As if he was cooing and trying to soothe my nerves. “Lovely to see you again.” “Hi.” I croaked out and hurriedly cleared my throat. “Sorry to suddenly barge in like that Chairman Torrington. Mr Framer said it was okay and I didn't think to knock which was…” He closed the space between us, his six-foot-four entity towering over my five-feet-six figure. Nikolas placed his hands on my shoulders and gave me a faint smile. Once that softly made me swoon. “Breath Elizabeth.” His touch was familiar. I was living my second life and his touch still felt fucking familiar, like it was just yesterday he last had me writhing under him. I took in a deep breath and inhaled his scent. Taking a step back, a polite smile plastered itself on my face. “Sorry, I was ranting off.” “A trait I am happy you still have. To what do I owe this visit Elizabeth?” Fuck! The way he calls my name. Like silk wrapped around sin. “I was passing by and…” he raised a thick brow and lifted his lips in a smirk. “I…I am actually here with a proposal.” He looked intrigued, blue eyes dancing across my face, resting on my lips for some second before drifting back to my eyes. “What proposal?” “A marriage proposal.” I confidently replied. “I want you to marry me, Chairman Torrington.”