Jonathan’s not close to the point of invading my personal space, but he’s close enough that I can smell his strong, distinctive scent that for some foolish reason, I still recall.
Back then, I didn’t know how to categorise that scent except for it being so addictive. Now, I recognise it as spicy and woodsy. Jonathan is all about power, even in the way he smells.
It shows in his entire appearance. The specially tailored suits with diamond cuffs. The custom-made Italian shoes. The luxury Swiss watch.
Everything about him says without words, ‘I’m not a man to be crossed.’
If anyone tries, I have no doubt he’d crush them under the sole of his leather shoes.
“Jonathan,” Ethan greets with a tone so dispassionate, I feel the subtle aggression behind it.
“Ethan.” The deep tenor of his voice hits my skin like a whip.
I tighten my fingers around the champagne flute, and that’s when I realise how my head has been bowed since he started standing here.
My sole attention is on the blue watch strapped on his wrist. Watches are my speciality, my passion, and they usually boost me with confidence.
Not today.
Today I feel like I bet myself and lost. I made a risk and it’s now biting me in the arse.
If only I had just kept my accountant on a leash and checked everything he did, he wouldn’t have stolen the company’s funds and left us with bankruptcy flags in the distance.
I trusted him. We all did.
We’re a family at H&H. We started so small and we grew in the span of a couple of years. We began to take bigger contracts and were given better exhibition opportunities. We were ready to take it to the next level until Jake ruined everything.
Then we had to beg for investors when we always thought we were above them. However, the moment they found out about the numbers and that our next product was a gamble, they pulled back.
The bank refused to give us any more loans, considering the amount we already owe them.
Ethan is my last resort before I have to cut back on employees and eventually announce bankruptcy and kill the dream I started with my own bare hands.
The thought alone makes me lose sleep.
“Who’s your company?” Jonathan asks Ethan with an unreadable tone.
I release a breath. This means he doesn’t recognise me, right?
Ethan smiles, but it’s projecting the exact opposite of what a smile should. Instead of being welcoming, it’s downright ominous. “I don’t see why that should concern you.”
“Is that so?” Jonathan’s gaze falls back on me. I feel it without having to look up. And I won’t look up. That’s like signing my own death certificate.
He’s studying me. Actually, no. It’s more like he’s sampling me before he pounces like a hungry predator.
Only, I’m not his prey.
It’s been a long time since I swore to never be anyone’s prey again.
I already brought down one predator in my life and I’ll do it all over again if I have to. Consequences and nightmares be damned.
However, having Jonathan King as an opponent is the last thing I want. There’s being brave and then there’s being downright foolish.
Challenging the king in his kingdom is the latter.
It’s how messengers sent by monarchs got their heads chopped off and hanged on the entry of the capital for everyone to see.
“If you’ll excuse us,” Ethan says, “Aurora was in the midst of telling me something.”