The worst thing about his rule (repeated thrice for emphasis) was how Adam defined it. Ilona would be guilty of interference if she so much as called or visited him at work, and she would also be considered 'interfering' if she spoke a single wordabouthim toanyone.
Never 'interfering' also meant that Ilona couldneverpublicly claim him as her boyfriend, even if they had been dating exclusively for three years. A former lover of his had apparently done that, and it had led to the press hounding him and disturbing his workplace.
Everything was all about work, work, and work, and Ilona hated it. She wasn't used to playing second fiddle to anyone...or anything. Her parents had spoiled her rotten growing up, and men had been lusting after her even before she had her first period. She had always been able to seduce, charm, or manipulate people into doing anything she asked them to...or at least that had been the case until Adam.
His work might allow him to save numerous patients from certain death, but Ilona honestly didn't give a damn. As far as she was concerned, anything that stole Adam away from her had to be destroyed, and that was why...
"Hello, darling." Ilona allowed herself to answer the sheikh's call after several rings.
"Hello, Ilona."
Adam's quiet tone made her feel slightly nervous, but Ilona refused to let this dissuade her.
"I hope you've been missing me a little," Ilona cooed.
"Is that what last week's objective was?"
She let out a coy laugh. "Maybe?"
"I see."
"You missed me, didn't you?" Ilona's voice lowered to a husky whisper. "I know you did. And...if you want, I could drop by your clinic now, and give you the best fuck of your life."
Several moments passed, but Adam remained silent, and Ilona suddenly started feeling something was extremely wrong.
"I believe I've told you this before."
The flatness of his tone wasn't lost on her, and Ilona's mouth went dry with fear.
"My workplace is off-limits."
"I...I know that, of course—-"
"My assistant was a good person, Ilona," Adam said grimly, "but she had her weaknesses. You knew that, and you took advantage of it."
Ilona swallowed hard. "Adam—-"
"A good person lost her job because of you."
"I only asked her to say you were busy on our anniversary," Ilona protested.
"And by doing so, someone fucking died."
Ilona tried to laugh this off. "Oh, come on—-"
"I was the only one who could operate on that person, Ilona. Theonlyfucking one in this world."
If Adam had raged at her, Ilona could've taken it.
But no.
Adam's voice could only be described as bleak, and it was this that shook her to the core.
Someone had died...and all because she wanted Adam to have dinner with her.
The phone slipped out of her hold, and Ilona barely made it to the toilet before she started throwing up.