All Chapters of His Ruthless Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Cara's POV"Who are you, really?" He asked, his voice still shaky.I pulled up my bag, removing the files that I need, moving fast as I don't have time. The leather strap of the bag felt cool and smooth against my fingers. Papers rustled loudly as I yanked them out, the edges brushing my palms. My heart was beati steady and strong in my chest, not racing, just focused like a machine."Does Tony know what you do? Huh!" He pressed further, his voice rising a bit, breathing hard. His chest heaved under his crisp white shirt, and I could hear the quick, ragged pulls of air through his nose."Keep it down," I hushed him, so busy, my eyes searching for the right documents. My fingers flipped through the stack with quick, precise movements, the paper edges whispering against each other. I blamed my stupid ass for not sorting it down earlier. I stacked back to order, setting my bag down with a soft thud on the floor. The sound made him jump hard, just from the popping of my pen as I clicked i

Tony's POV."You're back early," Juliana, my wife who sat down, facing the mirror, doing her night makeup finally said something the few minutes that i walked in to my room.The bedroom door clicked shut behind me with a heavy sound. The room smelled of her expensive face powder and the faint floral scent of her perfume that always hung in the air like a soft cloud. Soft golden lights from her dressing table, lit up the space, casting warm reflections on the large mirror and the wooden floors.I walked across the thick carpet, my shoes sinking in with each step. My body felt the full weight of the long day, muscles tight in my shoulders and back.I gave a quick glance but I didn't say anything. I set my suitcase down beside the bed with a dull thud, then removed my watch and cufflinks, placing them on the nightstand. The watch band left a faint red mark on my wrist. I rolled my neck slowly, hearing a small crack."Is everything good at work? You look downright flushed." She said, reall

Cara's POV."I believe Mr. Hudson represents the future we all want to invest in," Tony's voice boomed across the boardroom table, steady and commanding.I sat at the front, with my legs crossed neatly under the table. The leather chair felt cool and firm against my back. The air in the room carried the rich scent of fresh coffee from the silver pots on the side cart and the faint, expensive cologne worn by the men around me. My notebook lay open in front of me, pen poised, but my mind already spun faster than any meeting notes ever could.Hudson leaned back in his seat at the head of the table opposite Tony. He was in his late fourties, sharp-featured with silver streaks in his dark hair. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. Power radiated from him like heat from a fresh cup of espresso. The presidential election was getting real close, and everyone in this room knew he was the strongest candidate. His eyes scanned the room with calculated charm."Thank you, Tony,"