You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

The next day, Clarissa exited Twilight Company with the chief editor, Jane White. They were on their way to meet with the director and investors of The World.

Clarissa would rarely attend such lunch meetings. She was but a homebody, and a very beautiful one at that.

Given her beautiful looks and reputation as a best-selling author, the men in the room couldn’t help themselves from leering at her, putting her on the spot as they shifted the topic to her.

Clarissa excused herself from the private room. Her face blushing because of the alcohol. After splashing cold water on her face to cool down, she started racking her brain for an excuse to leave first.

As she exited the restroom while sending a text, she looked up and realized she had gone the wrong way.

She was just about to leave when she heard a voice in the corner.

“What is it that you don’t like about me, Mr. Tyson? Why can’t we give this relationship a try? I’ve loved you since the day I met you. Even if you don’t like me now, you’re still single. Give me a chance, please?”

Clarissa listened as the woman sobbed. My heart would have melted if I were a man.

Yet the man remained silent.

“Matthew!” the woman shouted.

Clarissa stopped short, only to see Matthew walking out from the corner.

The woman had caught up to him and was hugging him from behind.

“You…” The woman froze at the sight of Clarissa.

“Clare!” Matthew called out abruptly before Clarissa could feign ignorance and walk away.

Her legs gave way, and she almost fell.

The woman gave Clarissa a hostile once-over.

Matthew’s lips curled into a smirk as he distanced himself from the woman and cast Clarissa a suggestive glance.

“Come here, Clare,” he ordered, allowing no room for rejection. Yet his tone sounded somewhat gentle.

Damn it!

Clarissa could feel that the man had something sinister up his sleeves.

She let out

Matthew? You’re Mr.

“Um… Yeah.”

“Come here,” Matthew repeated.

with some friends,

had barely taken a step when Matthew approached her in large strides, embracing her while caressing her

lips into a wicked grin

and her term of endearment only made them look as though they

you still calling me

over as she shot Clarissa

be in her twenties. And here I thought he’s a mature man who is not into young

didn’t know you’re into this, Mr. Tyson,” the woman

you must

grip around Clarissa’s waist, forcing

too, Ms. Cole. The man you love

know about this niece of yours? Is she even qualified

afraid that’s none of your business, Ms.

her heels and

Matthew with a frown. Before she could even open her mouth, he had already let go of his hand and

in

did

Matthew cut

she had used up her luck

what took you so

had come out to look for her and thinking that the tall and handsome man beside her was

for you, Clarissa. I

Clarissa cut in, then turned to Matthew, whose back was facing her. “Wait for me,

was Clarissa’s turn to

his

she said hastily, then jogged up to

was a flicker in his eyes, but he said nothing as they

car, Clarissa took out her phone to call herself a cab when his voice

“Get in!”

okay. I’ve already-” Clarissa swallowed her words at the