MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

William's visit

Damon actually bought the story especially since the woman in front of him neither behaved suspicious or reacted. But he did not break his gaze from her.

“Are you sure you don’t have a twin?” he asked again in his thoughts, simply because he did not understand how two look alike could look like one person. Ivy resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him and the question he asked and remained the way she was like she was not the one who was going to reply to him.

“I don’t.”

“Are you that sure? It’s a big world and this girl in front of me is a terrible resemblance to you,” he continued, still with his gaze fixed on her.

“I have looked into it, she isn’t related to me nor do I have a sister.” she grumbled. He sighed, believing her word for what it was. But he found no reason to look away from the woman who was still standing in front of him. They were opposites, she had beautiful wavy hair but blonde and it was shorter than Aziza’s long hair. She had mesmerising blue eyes that strangely made him want to look deeper into it. Could they be so identical?

For a while, Damon simply stared at the woman he knew as Ivy while the thought of Aziza overwhelmed him. He found the thought of her haunting, yet beautiful and so suddenly the urge to see her plagued him. But Ivy was there, she might not be Aziza, unfortunately, but he could make do with that face and focus on work for the meantime. Ivy stared back at him for some time too, it was hard to keep looking at his face and his eyes like she was doing but she had to remain in character. His eyes stared deep into hers, seeming like he was searching for something, something she already knew. The grave look in his eyes, the way his gaze felt like he would pierce through her flesh and into her bones made her quiver and shake. It brought back an anxious feeling, similar to the one a teen would feel when they meet their crush eye to eye. Years ago, she would fix her eyes on him like that as well, longing, wanting and needing him for herself while he went about his business without a care in the world. But there were times, the little Damon felt like he was being watched, time he would stop in his tracks and turn his gaze to her direction. Those times, she thought he saw her, those times, they might have even locked eyes from a distance, but he never did. Same way it felt years ago, some way, it felt again. His eyes were too deep, it was tearing her apart, breaking down her wall and pushing at the mate bond that she had tucked away. Her heart skipped for a moment and his cologne suddenly seemed like it was excessively stronger. Being trapped like that suddenly made her realise that she should not have tricked him in any way. But she needed to get away from him, before everything went wrong. When it felt like he wouldn’t look away, she feigned confusion and raised her brow at him, then she gulped, not out of nervousness or fear that he was her boss and he was staring at her too deeply but because his sudden closeness, his cologne, his gaze was taking her apart inch by inch. Damon noticed her discomfort, he even heard her gulp yet, he kept staring at her. Aziza had made it clear that they were both different people, but the woman in front of him was too similar to that woman that was taking over his senses inch by inch. Instead of him to stop his direct scrutiny that made every other person wonder why he was staring at her like that, he moved closer, invading her with his scent, aura and cologne. Her demons roared inside of her and her knees suddenly grew very weak. His scent filled the pit of her stomach with butterflies and made her want to lean into him and inhale more of it. But her better judgement knew better, and she took a step back. He was just making things harder, and if he knew that she was Aziza as well, it would become worse. Right now, he was acting domineering, like the boss and heir he was. Whereas, with Aziza he was like a very pesky kid. Telling him the truth would surely make her time in that office worse, it was already hard enough to hold in her feelings.

Even when she took a step back, Damon did not stop, neither did he look away. He started comparing the both women in his head. Aziza would glare at him, push him away, match his foot or pin him to a wall with her hand on his throat like the devil she was. Cold, wicked, brutally attractive and harsh. She needed no one to protect her, no body dominated her, not even him, the great Damon. But Ivy, she looked scared, gullible, charming, beautiful, pitiful and timid. She was the one that had to be protected in this case and he suddenly felt the need to want to be that man. The one to protect the weak and keep her safe. Her look alike was doing something similar for him, he did not see why he shouldn’t do the same for her. But even as this thought nagged him, a different feeling rose from the dept of his heart and his mind racked with the need to remember someone special.

“You are scaring the s**t out of her? What is wrong with you?” Aziza’s voice snapped inside his head, pulling his foolish thought away from her and he shut his eyes in that instant. Her voice was harsh and sharp, like a mother reprimanding a child and he hated it and liked it as well. He stole a glance at Ivy again and found that her gaze was lowered and she looked like she was about to disappear into a hole. Did he really scare her that much? Suddenly feeling very guilty and foolish at the same time, he turned back to his office and left her behind.

“You scare people all the time, why did you disturb me just now?” he fired at the red hair. Ivy raised her head when she saw him walking away and exhaled sharply.

“That jerk,” she cursed and glared at the door for a few seconds, before looking away and pushing her legs back to her desk. When he asked the very question, her lips lifted into a spasm and she shook her head.

“Because she is your worker and the others were staring at you.” She lied. His voice did not come back again and it gave her time to recuperate and start the day's job as she was supposed to.

Damon spent his entire day in his office, going through documents upon documents and never once leaving or requesting for his pa when he wanted one because he was angry at himself and his sudden change in attitude over that particular face. Each time he sees Ivy, or Aziza, he loses control, becomes different and let his guards down like a very stupid person would and he hated it. Losing control was never a thing for Roxwell. But something else was beginning to bother him. The sudden void he was beginning to feel. There was a hole in his life that had to do with his past.

So, she did not have to go in to tell him about a schedule since they were all shifted to later days and Charles took it upon himself to get him all he needed like coffee and even lunch. He would glare at her whenever he walked past into his office and come out looking like he had won a medal. He simply wanted to throw her out of his office and doing her job was one of the few ways that would prove that she was incapable of the position that was given to her. It was even better when Damon had been the one requesting him to perform this task. Rather than seeing it as a rather belittling thing to do, he saw it as a way to get rid of her. She would look at him walk the office like he owned it and would grin. She was not cut out for being an assistant and would like the movement of her job to be lesser and lesser and he was helping her out tremendously. Moreover, she was avoiding Damon. He had kept her on her toes earlier and her stupid heart was doing something else entire. She would prefer to keep the space between them as much as possible.

The day was almost over and she had done a massive part of her job for the next few days. Damon never requested for her especially since Charles was doing everything he could to remove her from her sit and she felt relieved and happy. Most people there were also not happy with her. The women especially. They were jealous and did not stop grumbling her name or calling her names. They either say she was a slut or she was a vixen, she was charming her way into Damon’s life or she was simply unprofessional whereas she had done absolutely nothing to warrant such. She would listen to their gossip when she had lesser work and would keep smiling at herself and how troubled they were. Most of them were there to seduce Damon, not to work but with her around, none of that was going to happen. She has already had it with Damon’s s*x escapades.

“Great, now I’m thinking like a possessive jealous girlfriend,” she groaned at her thought and the yearning in her heart. It had been so long she forced herself to live like he was a complete stranger to her, like he was simply a means to an end. All thanks to the gods. She forced her ears to something else, like threats that might be lurking outside against Damon.

It didn’t take long for her ears to pick up something, footsteps, harsh, strong, angry and fast. Like the cops, or rather still soldiers marching to their own deaths. She frowned at the sound of the footsteps and suddenly felt very uneasy about it when she heard the receptionist.

“Good day, Mr. Roxwell.” Her frown deepened at the trouble that she could smell coming from afar. The elevator beeped and they went in, then Charles received a call. He paled and froze when he heard that Mr. Roxwell William was on his way up and his throat suddenly went dry. Having one Roxwell in a building as big as that was like death, having two would definitely be worse than death. He dropped the cell phone and wiped the sweat that suddenly appeared on his forehead. He swallowed hard again and turned to Damon’s office with pain in his heart. It didn’t take so long for the elevator to open and Williams stepped forward. A man clearly in his sixties, yet his eyes were sharp as eagles, his hair full and dark and his posture as accurate and strong as that of a young fitness coach.

The room fell silent at his very presence, like a ghost had suddenly just walked in. Aziza smiled and stared at the man who was dressed in black suit, walked in and took all her glory. She had always thought that her presence was the only thing that brought with it fear and the feeling of sudden death. Who knew that he could do that too and without having a supernatural ability? He ignored the men and women who had gone very pale at the sight of him and walked towards the office of his grandson with his rage coming down on him like a rock.

No one made any sudden move, for fear of upsetting the icon of the company. They had heard a lot of things about him, William Roxwell and how he ruled with an iron fist. Not to add to the fact that he was ruthless, merciless and powerful when he was angry. No one had expected his presence but no one was ready to face his wrath too. They remained stiff and frozen and most even held their breaths for fear of being too noisy. They were scared except for one.

William was about to walk through the door of his grandson when he spotted a familiar face and turned his head to the side. His eyes fell on Ivy, and the very beacon for his grievance and rage. She felt his hot gaze on her skin and slowly turned her head to him, she could tell why he was there, and she knew it was because of her. But then again, she was Ivy at that point and she had to lower her gaze and pretend to be frightened by him. William saw the look in her eyes, the one that seemed like amusement and tightened his hand into a fist. She was just a girl, wanting to tear his family apart.

“Take her and lock her up,” he ordered his guards.