The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal (Evelyn and Derek)

Chapter 9

The moment his lips touched hers," Evelyn stiffened.

She had heard about workplace harassment and how powerful people loved to abuse their power, but never would she have thought she would be a victim of this. She would never have imagined that someone like Derek Stone would behave this way, Evelyn thought as she felt a rise of anger within her.

She pushed him away, and stepped back, her green eyes flashing with anger and her face flushed red,

"What is the meaning of that?" She demanded angrily as she clenched her fists to keep herself from hitting him.

Derek couldn't believe that she still didn't remember even after the questions he just asked to jog her memory.

"I guess this is why you do not like to be interviewed or want your photos out there. You do not want anyone to see you for the kind of man you are," she said, and he snorted.

"And what kind of man do you think I am, Eve?" He asked and she glared at him for addressing her like they were friends.

"I do not think we are close enough for you to call me by that name," she said in a scathing tone.

"Shouldn't you be trying to convince me to accept the request you're here to make?" Derek asked, amused by her show of temper.

This woman was quite different from the one he had met. She had been an emotional mess back then, but this woman here seemed to be solid.

"You're going to agree to the interview," she said, making up her mind to not beg him.

"I am? Now why would I do that?" Derek asked as he sat on the edge of his desk and watched her.

"Because if you don't, I'm going to expose you for the disgusting pig you are. You might have been getting away with this dirty attitude of yours, but I am different. I won't let you off so easily," she threatened, and he laughed.

"Let me get this straight. You're saying you're going to tell everyone I came on to you and kissed you if I don't do the interview?" He asked in disbelief. "That's right," she said, and he chuckled.

"Isn't that blackmail?" He asked, and she shrugged.

"Call it whatever you want. You harassed me," she said flatly.

"If there is anyone who harassed anyone between the both of us, that would be you, Evelyn Quinn, not me," he said, and she raised a brow.

"Really? You're going to make it my word against yours kind of case?" She asked, and he smiled.

"You do not have any proof that I did anything to you.

But I have proof of what you did," Derek said and she frowned.

"What are you talking about?" She asked in confusion.

"I must say I'm hurt, Eve. You have really hurt my feelings and bruised my ego," he said, and she frowned, wondering why he kept sounding like he knew her. "Have we met before?" Evelyn asked now, since the more she looked at him, the more she was beginning to think he was familiar.

"Would you want to have sex with me?" Derek asked, and when he saw the flash of indignation in her eyes, he shook his head.

"That was the question you asked me, Evelyn. How can you so easily forget me after asking me to have sex with you?" He asked before she could say anything.

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat and a gasp escaped from her lips as recognition dawned on her. How could she not have recognized him? Those eyes that looked so much like Samantha's.

Her mind flashed back to that night and when she pieced all his actions together, it became clear to her who he was.

She took a step back in denial, "I don't know who you are or what you're talking about," she denied without meeting his gaze even though her cheeks which had flushed with anger a moment ago were flushed with shame now.

There was no way she was admitting that she was that wanton lady he had met six years ago.

Derek's lips twitched. He had seen the flicker of recognition in her eyes before she looked away, so now he knew that she knew exactly who he was.

"You remember now, don't you? So, which of us should charge the other with sexual harassment?" Derek asked and watched as her eyes darted to the door as though she was searching for an escape.

"I think you have the wrong person. Maybe we should reschedule this meeting for another time," Evelyn said as she turned to head for the door, but Derek grabbed her hand.

"Why don't I jog your memory then?" He asked as he pulled her to himself rough.

"What..."

Derek crushed his lips to her once again, and this time there was nothing gentle about it.

Evelyn placed both hands on his chest and pushed him away, "Stop it! Please stop!" She pleaded when she felt her body awakening to his touch.

Derek stopped and looked at her. When she didn't meet his gaze, he placed a finger under her chin so she would look at him, "Do you remember now?" He asked, daring her with his eyes to deny it once again.

slowly, she dropped her hands to her side, "I'm sorry, I have to go," she said, and without waiting for him to say another word, she turned and fled his office.

Derek had a smirk on his face as he watched her leave, but he made no attempt to chase after her or stop her.

He had no fears about not seeing her again now since he knew she would come back. She had come to him for business after all.

And even if she decided not to come back, he would find her easily. He not only knew her name now, but he also knew where she worked and the fact that she was very single, he thought with a grin. Derek couldn't help feeling satisfied with himself for bringing back her memory. Now, she could no longer deny it.