Dawn must have changed her dress ten times that morning only to wear something that would suit the job profile. She ended up wearing a formal blue skirt, white blouse with a white fitted jacket. Her white blouse was tight around her breasts, which she had successfully managed to hide with her jacket. With matching blue heels, she thought she looked every bit formal.

After parking his cycle, Daryn jogged to catch Dawn and see what she was up to. He saw that she had walked in the main lobby, reached the receptionist and was showing her some papers.

People in his office were aware that Daryn had started coming on a bicycle to the office and so they knew what clothes he wore. Although he never owed an explanation, his PR people said that he was conscious of his health. On the inside, he just wanted to spend his pent up frustrations and energy. Somehow he made himself inconspicuous by hiding behind a black granite pillar. In order to look busy, he looked at his mobile. Employees, who passed by bowed to him, wondering why he was standing there like a statue. He never replied to anyone.

"Excuse me, Miss?" said Dawn. "I have been recently appointed as Junior Market Analyst over here. Here are my papers." She gave her the documents.

The receptionist was a young black woman in her thirties. She was impeccably dressed wearing a black skirt, white blouse and a black jacket with a white scarf tied around her. There was a small metal clip on her jacket that spelled her name, Jess Miller. With her hair neatly tied in a bun, she almost looked like an airhostess. Jess took the papers and examined them carefully.

As the lady checked her documents, Dawn's gaze flitted to the opulent workplace. The floor was white marble tile that stretched till the corners, bordered by black granite. The windows and doors were made of fiberglass from top to bottom. Many fresh and lush green, Areca palms in golden pots enhanced the look. The ceiling was high and a large chandelier in the center added to the brightness. The sofas were plush black leather. She had visited her father's office so many times and admired its interiors, but this – this was next level. There was a small chamber on the side for the smokers.

Once done, Jess smiled and said, "Please sit down Ms. Dawn Wyatt. Someone will shortly be with you." Saying that she picked the extension and dialed a number.

"Thanks," said Dawn and after collecting her documents, she went to sit. She was so nervous that somebody might come, see through her and send her to the jail. She started fidgeting. A shudder ran down her spine. In order to hide her unease, she picked a magazine that was kept in front of her but it only made her more jittery. Splashed across the cover page was the handsome Daryn Silver. Standing with confidence with his arms crossed across his chest, he looked haughty and arrogant - as if he owned the world. Without realizing what she was doing, she stared in his black eyes and traced the jaw. She bit her lip almost to the point that it hurt her. On top of that his smell was so strong that she was getting stirred. She clenched her thighs hoping to subside this heavy sexual attraction but her panties were already wet. If this continued, how would she focus? The billionaire bad boy of The Silver House was extremely impressive, talented, conceited, horrible and hot. She flipped the cover.

Two male employees strolled past, looking at her with interest. She kept her eyes down not wanting to get any unwanted attention. Keep a low profile Dawn. As they passed by, they met another group of girls. They all talked in low tones as if cautious of someone's presence.

She flipped another page.

Daryn couldn't leave the lobby of the building. His mouth dropped when he heard that she had come to join his Company and that too as a Junior Market Analyst. If that were the case, she would be sitting in the seventh floor office. This was one of the best days of his life. There was lightness in his chest and he could hear his heartbeat. He could smell her arousal and it gave a kick to him. The way she bit her lips and closed her thighs to suppress her emotions only made it harder for his manhood. He had closed his fists tightly when he saw two men leering at her. How dare they?

"Ms. Wyatt?"

Dawn got up immediately. "Yes, hello." She gave a smile as she lightly shook hands with a pale looking man in front of her.

"Hi, I am Rick, Manager at the Finance Department." He looked simple in his collared shirt, black tie and black pants. He stared at her and forgot what to say as his eyes fixed at her face. Dawn left his hand and cleared her throat.

His reverie broke. He said, "Please follow me to the seventh floor. That is where your office is."

"Oh, okay," she said and trailed after him. All the while Dawn walked, she wished to find the information about the gaming company as quickly as possible and get out. She walked into the elevator along with Rick, who pressed the button for the seventh floor.

The moment Dawn and Rick stepped in the elevator, Daryn rushed to his private elevator and pressed the button of his floor. He strode to his room and changed into his formal office wear. Her presence disturbed him. His wolf senses tingled and a growl formed in his chest that was trying to rip out of his throat. He repressed it with a lot of fortitude. Not able to sit at his office desk, he paced his room from one glass window to the other. He gazed at the skyline, at the mountains in the distance. The restlessness built up again. He removed his tie and opened his shirt buttons until his chest exposing a crescentric moon tattoo. He wanted to howl and shift. He couldn't believe that his wolf wanted to shift during day. All it wanted was to run to the mountains and hunt and kill or fuck her.

Mine.

His wolf wanted to pounce, hold the ass of on the Junior Market Analyst who was right now sitting on the seventh floor of his office building. His brain was muddled up.

From five years, ever since he had seen her, touched her and made her sit on him in the car, her scent was infused in his system. He saw her in his dreams, of being lost in the rain, of getting mutilated by unknown, of marrying someone else, of getting marked by another werewolf of being a neotide. How could a neotide be so sensuous, so beautiful and so damn alluring? They were dull, uncontrolled, became beasts who infected humans and had a trash mentality. But this one was fuck-able! He wanted to punish her for arousing him. He wondered what her hips looked like.

But what the hell was she doing here? She was with Azura. Didn't he give her any job? He should have found out about her. Did Azura know that she was here?

A knock on his office door distracted him. "Mr. Silver, your fiancé, Maya is on line two. She says it's urgent," his secretary, Reyna said.

Daryn's teeth clenched. He hadn't talked to her from the past three days and asked her not to call him. They had been constantly fighting. She had accused him of going and meeting the neotide secretly and he had threatened her that if she suspected, then why was she even into this relationship? In public they remained like a couple, but in private, his life was miserable.

"Thanks, I'll take it."