Amber's P.O.V.: 

"Hello, I am Philip Meyer. And, you must be Mr. Collins' assistant, right?" he asked, smiling charmingly. 

"Yes. I am Amber Milburn. Nice to meet you, Mr. Meyer." I replied, politely. 

"I have known your boss since the time he took over the CEO's post. I never heard or saw him having the need of an assistant. It's surprising that he needs one now." he said.

"It's a lot of work and these days he is so busy that he needs an assistant to assist him with minor things." I replied, not knowing what exactly to say because, I myself was confused by his sudden decision of wanting an assistant. 

"By the way, did anyone tell you how beautiful you're looking tonight?" he asked, 

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Meyer." I said, blushing. 

I was blushing but from inside I was fuming. Not because of him but because of my 'boss'. 

Flashback: 

He didn't speak anything for almost a minute and just stood there looking at me from top to bottom. 

Is there something on my dress?

I slowly looked down at my dress but it was all good to go. 

I then looked at my face in the small mirror that was in my hand to see if something was wrong with my makeup but my makeup was intact and touch wood, I was looking actually pretty tonight. 

Then why is he looking at me like that? 

Is he mesmerized by my beauty? 

Suddenly, a smile appeared on my face thinking that. 

"Sir? You're okay?" I asked, looking at him with a blush on my face. I couldn't stop myself from grinning, thinking that he was speechless after looking at me tonight. 

This thought sent a thrill through me.

Suddenly, his expression changed. 

"We are getting late, Ms. Milburn. You should have gotten ready faster. I don't like being late." he said, sternly.

"Now, if you're done then shall we go?" he asked, with a straight and emotionless tone.

And the mood swing is back! 

Arghh...he is such a pain in the ass. 

And here I was thinking that he was mesmerized and was speechless looking at me tonight. 

I rolled my eyes internally. 

"Sure, sir." I said as I threw the hand mirror on my bed and closed the door of my room. We then headed towards the elevator.

We reached the venue at around 8. It was my first time accompanying him to any party. I was nervous but more than that, I was angry at him. He could have at least said that I looked good. It took me almost 2 hours to get ready. I know I don't need his approval but I could at least expect few compliments from him. But no, why would he compliment me? Wouldn't it be against his ego? 

We walked inside the venue and met few of his business people and were now seated at one of the round tables, sipping our drink when a girl of around my age came and sat beside me. She looked really pretty in her maroon dress and her voluminous hair was worth crushing over. I was adoring her when I heard her asking Chris for a dance. 

What? 

Girl, here I am adoring you and you're asking him for a dance? 

How dare you? 

As far as I know him, I was sure that Chris would say no to her.

But has Chris ever done things according to expectations? 

Then why would have he made an exception tonight...he said yes. 

He then stood up and even without giving me a single glance, he took her hand and walked towards the dance floor. 

Wow! Just wow! 

Amber, control yourself. 

I am not going to react. I will conceal my real feelings. 

Go ahead and dance with him. It is your night. Enjoy it! I thought looking at the girl who was dancing with him. 

That is when one gentleman came and sat on Chris' place and started talking to me. 

"Hello, I am Philip Meyer. And, you must be Mr. Collins' assistant, right?" he asked, smiling at me, charmingly. 

End of flashback

"Hey, would you mind telling me something?"

I asked, hesitantly. 

"Of course not, Ms. Milburn. Just go ahead." He said, with a smile. 

"Who is the girl dancing with Mr. Collins?" I asked, not averting my eyes from the girl. 

He turned his face to look at her and replied.

"Oh, she is Ms. Madeline Gilbert. She's a Swiss movie star." He replied. 

"Oh!" I said, slowly. I couldn't recognize her because I have never watched any Swiss movie. Though, the way she was carrying herself, it showed that she was indeed a celebrity or a model.

Also, I had no idea that Chris was interested in celebrities.

"I must go now. My date for the night must be waiting for me." he said, apologetically. 

I smiled. 

"It's okay. You shouldn't keep your date waiting or she'll eat you alive." I joked. He laughed lightly and after a while, he went away from there. 

I shifted my attention back on Chris and Madeline. 

He is dancing with some other girl and seem to be enjoying it as he wasn't even looking anywhere but her. They were continuously having conversation and here  no one is even asking me for a dance. 

Amber, you're hopeless! 

I was looking at them with a puppy face. 

Why me, god? Why can't I get the man I love? 

I shoved my fork in my food and was eating sadly when his highness, Chris Collins decided to return to the table with Madeline. 

I ignored them as much as I could and just focused on my food which was the only good thing in the entire party. 

"Are you hungry?" I heard him ask. 

I raised my head to answer him that he didn't need to care about that but then I realized that the question wasn't for me. 

Damn you! 

Madeline smiled showing her perfect 32 teeth and told him that she was thirsty and wanted something to drink. 

Maybe a glass of rotten tomato juice?

I rolled my eyes looking at them being flirty with each other. The last time I remember, it was a business party but why would they care about it? They are enjoying each others' company and I felt like a third wheeler on the table. 

I finished my food quickly and was about to stand to go away when Mr. Meyer came again. 

"Good to see you, Mr. Collins" he greeted. 

"Good to see you too, Mr. Meyer." Chris replied. They talked about few business things and then he turned his head towards me and asked. 

"Ms. Milburn, may I have a dance with you?" 

"But you already have a date, don't you?" I asked. I remember him saying that he was here with his date. 

"Oh, she left early so I thought I could use this chance to have a dance with you." he said. 

"Oh!" I said. 

"So may I?" he asked again, forwarding his hand towards me. 

Now I will show you, Chris! I thought, looking at him. But he looked unaffected by Mr. Meyer's question and was busy talking to Madeline. 

"Yeah...sure!" I said, slowly as I gave my hand in his. 

We then walked towards the dancing floor and started dancing. 

Mr. Meyer was saying something but I couldn't stop myself from looking at Chris talking to her without even looking at me. 

My heart sank seeing him not getting affected. Not even a bit! 

I couldn't take it any longer so I excused myself and walked out of the hall towards the attached balcony.

I stood there holding the railing tightly. I was trying to control my tears. 

Damn you periods! 

I feel like a cry baby. 

I was extremely furious at him for treating me like a no one and more than that, I hate myself for not being able to let go of my feelings for him. 

Why can't I just forget him? 

"Ms. Milburn..." I heard him calling me. 

I didn't want to face him right now. Firstly, my eyes were filled with unstoppable tears and secondly, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from yelling at him and telling him how I was feeling, if I turned around. 

"...why did you leave the party and come here so suddenly?" he asked. 

I stayed there without turning. 

"Just go, please!" I managed to utter these words. 

"Ms. Milburn, are you alright?" he asked. I could hear concern in his voice. 

I chose not to speak anything because speaking now would make me explode in front of him. 

"Ms. Milburn, talk to me." he said and turned me around by my arms to face him.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, concerned as he came closer and wiped the tears from my cheeks. 

I didn't speak anything and just stood there avoiding to look into his eyes. 

And the fact that the more he wiped away my tears, the more tears my eyes would shed making my condition worse. 

"Tell me, what happened? Please." he said when he noticed that I couldn't stop crying. 

He took me by surprise when he pulled me into his embrace. He engulfed my body with his huge muscular arms. 

My face was laid on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. He caressed my back gently and whispered, "Don't cry. Whatever it is, it's going to be alright." he said. Hearing his last sentence made my blood boil. 

Even now he's oblivious to what is making me cry? 

How ignorant can he be? 

I could no longer control my anger. 

I pushed him with force. 

"Don't touch me." I cried. 

"Ms. Milburn, what happened?" he asked, shocked. 

"What happened? You don't know what happened? You have no idea why I am crying?" I asked. 

"Do you really don't see my feelings or do you just choose to ignore them?" I continued my questions, angrily. 

"Ms. Milburn..." I cut him off. 

"Don't 'Ms. Milburn' me. I hate it when you call me that. I know you are my boss and I am your employee and we need to maintain a professional relation but I absolutely hate it when you call me 'Ms. Milburn'. I hate it, did you listen? I hate it, Chris." 

"When I first saw you at the cafeteria of our University, I had bad impression about you because you broke one of my friends heart and humiliated her. When I first met you in your apartment, I started hating you because you were a complete asshole to me without my fault. I always found you loathsome and hated being around you because you always gave me the feeling that you didn't like me being around you. I used to be happy when you used to stay away from me. But I don't know exactly when my happiness of you staying away from me started irking me and I hated being away from you. I used to feel empty when you were away. I used to get this need of seeing you and being around you. The more you stayed away from me, the more I wanted to be near you. I wanted to know you and, I wanted you to know me. I started dreaming that maybe we could be something. So, mustering all the courage that I had, I decided to confess to you. I confessed my feelings to you, maybe not under the most favorable circumstances, but I did. You said we couldn't be anything and you hated me. I didn't say anything. I thought maybe my feelings for you would go away but even after good three years, they didn't." I said. I know I was opening my heart out in front of him. But I didn't care anymore. I just wanted him to know them. If he wants to keep ignoring me and my feelings then he should do that after knowing each and everything that's in my heart. 

He was looking at me with a mixture of various emotions in his eyes which I couldn't decode . 

"I didn't know that the company I was selected in is your company. When you fired me, I decided to leave peacefully because I didn't want my feelings for you to grow anymore. I didn't want to be a one sided hopeless lover. But, you decided to promote me and appoint me as your assistant. Why? It was because of you that I had to stay back and it was because of you that my feelings grew stronger." I continued. 

I was not my normal self right now but it's necessary. 

"I am sorry, but you're an asshole. I hate you for being such an arrogant, rude and emotionally dumb man. You are an emotionally challenged person. Maybe no one has ever given your description using any of these words, but you should know that these words are also some of the words that describes you. And, what's with your mood swings? One day you fire me, the other day you promote me. One day you bring me close to you and the other day you push me away. Also, how emotionally slow can you be? Even after knowing exactly what my feelings for you are, you act as if you don't know anything. Even after hearing my thoughts most of the times, you never acknowledged them or tried to know the meaning behind them. Are you really this dumb or you just act dumb? You're the most confused person I have met so far in my life." I couldn't stop myself from ranting. 

"I know I might sound insane to you right now because of all these rantings, but I am ranting because of you. Because you are dumb, emotionally. You need to be told everything using words. Just know that things will not be always your way. I am a human and I have feelings which you like to hurt every time. Let me ask you one thing...do you feel anything for me? If not then please don't give me false hopes. I don't want to end up being a one sided lover who will never get the love back. Please. Don't do-" I was cut off in the middle when I heard him speak. 

"Let's give it a shot." he said, looking into my eyes. 

"What?" I asked, confused. 

"I said, let's try and see what happens." he explained. 

What is he trying to say?

"Sorry, but I am unable to understand what you're implying here." I said, honestly. My mind was in chaos right now. 

He took a deep breath before speaking again. 

"I am not good at these things. But, I mean...you know." he said, slightly hesitant. 

"Please tell me clearly. I don't know what you mean." I said, slightly irritated.

He kept quite and didn't speak anything. I decided to walk inside the hall when he spoke. 

"Amber, let's give our relationship a try." 

"Try? Relationship is not a game to give it a try, Chris." I said, looking at him with my now swollen eyes.

"I know. Amber, I am really not good at it." he said. 

"Forget it. I don't want to start anything by pressurizing you. I have said all what I had to say. Now, since the two days of the professional trip is over, I would like to go back to London." I said, as I tried to walk past him but he held my hand and stopped me. 

I turned my head to look at him. 

"Please...don't go, Amber." he said. I could see desperation both in his eyes and voice. 

"Why? Give me one reason." I said, blandly. 

"Because...I don't want you to go." he said, holding both of my hands. 

"Not good enough, Chris." I said, as I removed my hands from his hold and crossed them over my chest. 

"Because I need you, Amber." he said, and this time, with more desperation. 

"Still not good enough, Chris." I said. 

"I am not good with words but maybe this might make you understand." he said as he pulled me and crashed his lips on mine. 

He pulled me closer and squeezed my waist. I gasped at that which allowed him to enter my mouth effortlessly. His kiss was so urgent and demanding that our tongues started moving in sync. 

"You look extremely beautiful tonight. Only I know how much effort it took me to not touch you." he murmured on my lips, between the kisses. 

I could feel my knees were going jelly. Thankfully, his hold on my back and waist was so strong that I didn't collapse on the ground. 

After what felt like an eternity, he finally broke the kiss but his hands were still holding me intact in place. We were panting for air while he rested his forehead on mine. 

"How much I missed those lips." he said as he stroked my lips, gently with his thumb. 

"Please, stay. Let's give 'us' a chance." he said, stressing on the word 'us'. 

And that was enough for me to blackout.  

Third person's P.O.V.: 

Few hours ago...

"Hello, grandma. Are you doing well?" Chris asked his grandma over the call. 

"Yes, my child. I am fine now. How are you?" she asked him, in her fragile voice.

"Grandma, I am also doing good. I am done with the business meeting here. I am going to attend a business party tonight." he replied, putting the call on speaker as he tied his bow around his neck. 

"That's great. And how is Amber? Please make her feel comfortable there. She told me that it was her first time going out for any business trip. She's a darling so please don't be harsh on her." she said. It was evident in her voice how much she adored Amber. 

A smile crept on his face by the mention of Amber. 

"Sure, grandma. I won't be harsh." he replied, smiling. 

He wore his tux over his white shirt and was buttoning it when his grandma spoke again. 

"And did you think about I said? Have you made any decision yet?" she asked, hopefully. 

Chris' expression turned bitter suddenly and his lips pursed in thin line. 

"Uh...I haven't yet. But I will inform you soon." he said. 

"I will call you later, grandma. I am getting late for the party. Bye. Goodnight!" he said, as he cut the call without even waiting for his grandma's reply. 

He exited from his room and stood in front of Amber's room. He took a deep breathe to calm himself down and knocked at her door. 

Amber opened the door and stood in front of him with a hand mirror in her hand. 

He was mesmerized by her beauty. She looked extremely beautiful in the black dress of hers. And the light makeup on her face was enhancing her beauty. He couldn't speak anything as he was speechless. 

He wanted to just keep staring at her beautiful and innocent face. She was everything he needed and he knew it. 

Suddenly, the things that grandma said came into his mind. It changed his expression almost immediately and brought him out of the trance. 

I should push Amber away from me. I shouldn't give her false hopes. I can't be unfair to her. 

These were the thoughts that ran into his mind. 

That is why, he started acting as an arrogant boss in front of her so that she would start to hate him. 

When in the party, he intentionally ignored her the whole time and showed fake interest in Madeline Gilbert. He wanted Amber to hate him. 

He was also successful in controlling his anger when he noticed Mr. Meyer asking her for a dance. 

He used to steal glances of her when she was not looking at him. 

He wanted to go and take her into his hug. He could see how hurt she was. It was evident on her face. 

Everything was going smoothly but when he saw Amber leaving the hall, he suddenly felt guilty for making her feel this way. 

He decided to go and talk to Amber as he knew that he had hurt her enough tonight.

He felt extremely guilty when he saw tears in Amber's eyes. He hated to see her cry. It was like her tears broke something inside of him. 

And when she started yelling at him and continued ranting,