No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 12- The deal

MIKHA'S POV

I stormed out of Aiah's office, my hands clenched into fists. That woman!

The audacity. The smugness. The nerve.

I could still feel the ghost of her touch on my skin, still hear her voice calling me secretary like she hadn't once whispered my name like it was something sacred.

I exhaled sharply, forcing my thoughts to focus on work. That was why I was here-to prove myself, to do my job, not to entertain whatever game Aiah was playing.

I sank into my chair, flipping through a contract on my desk, determined to ignore the heat creeping up my neck. It had nothing to do with the way she smirked at me last night.

And definitely not because of Zara.

"Tangina," I muttered under my breath, gripping my pen a little too tightly.

"Whoa, whoa, what's with the scary face?"

I looked up just as Stacey waltzed in, grinning like she knew something I didn't.

"Wala," I said flatly, flipping a page in the document.

Stacey plopped down in the chair across from me, resting her chin on her hands. "So... how was last night?"

I froze for half a second, then shook my head. "Work, Stacey. I'm working."

"Mikha," she drawled, tilting her head, "huwag mo nga akong ginaganyan. I already heard everything from Sheena."

I glared at her. "She's exaggerating."

"Talaga?" Stacey smirked. "So, you're telling me Aiah didn't let that Zara girl get all over her?"

I gritted my teeth. "Not my business."

"Uh-huh." Stacey leaned back, crossing her arms. "So, you weren't, I don't know... jealous?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care who Aiah flirts with."

"Right," she said, voice dripping with amusement. "That's why you were glaring at Zara like you wanted to kill her. Did you at least have fun watching?"

I grabbed a pen and threw it at her. She dodged, laughing. "Damn, someone is pissed."

Before I could snap at her, the office door swung open again.

Aiah stepped in.

Our eyes met.

She smirked-because of course she did.

Stacey turned to her, grinning. "Oh look, it's the race queen herself. How's your new friend, ha?"

Aiah ignored her and strolled toward me. I forced myself to look back at my paperwork, but I felt her presence settle over me like a heavy, electrified weight.

Then she did it.

She placed something on my desk.

A breakfast bag.

I stiffened. "What's this?"

Aiah tilted her head. "Aren't you gonna read the note?"

I glanced at the bag and, sure enough, there was a small white card clipped to it. Frowning, I flipped it open.