Winnie groaned in frustration as the sunlight passed through her eyes. She moved on the other side of the bed but the sun wasn't going anywhere. Finally giving up, she woke up. And woah, the first thing she noticed was being inside a stranger's room.

Where the heck is she? Did she have a one night stand with someone. Oh no! She panicked, she noticed she was still in her undergarments but that could be someone raped me and then had the decency to put her back in the undergarments before leaving? Second day here and she somehow managed to lose her precious virginity to some random stranger. But it doesn't really hurt much down there, it's supposed to hurt when you lose your virginity or so she read in books. Women in books cannot walk for days. Whoever took her virginity sure didn't leave his card or anything. The least that rapist could have left is his name. Did he not notice she was a virgin and she would need an explanation for all this. What if she gets pregnant? Leaving her thoughts alone, she decided to leave the hotel.

She grabbed her clothes that were on the floor and wore them and called the driver to pick her up.

As she stood outside waiting patiently for the driver, he was taking longer, she was not really in a condition to wait. A car came and stopped infront of her. Dad opened the window and said, "Get in." Why is he here? His driver must have told him about her whereabouts.

"It's your first day at the Knight Co. and you are already running late, Winnie Rose Smith. May I have a good explanation for this?" Dad calmly said but they both know he is everything but calm.

"I don't wanna work there, Dad. I'm not gonna have this argument all over again with you." She answered as she folded her hands together and pinched her nose in annoyance.

"Right this moment, you're gonna go home, take shower and change into some professional clothes then I'll drop you at Knight Co, Alright?"

"Not alright, dad. I won't work there. Anywhere but there." She pleaded but he didnt seem to be fazed by it. He isn't aware of the past, so of course he would force her to go to that dreadful place. Even if he knew, Winnie knows her dad would take Damien's side. She sometimes wonder if he loves Damien more than he loves his own daughter.

"Then forget about your dream of opening your own resturant, Winnie." She sighed.

"Ok! I'll go there." He passed her a smile, "You know you have to have an experience. And what's better than working with Damien. He sure will teach you some tricks that he has up on his sleeves." She rolled her eyes at that. Tricks on how to be a player? Sure! duh!

"Damien agreed on teaching you techniques of the business world. It will be beneficial for you." Right. Her father is a model and so is Damien and that's how they met. Their is a huge difference in their age but they are still buddies yet father/son.

She went home, took a long shower and changed into clothes which she thought were not so unprofessional. Note to herself, she has to buy some 'professional clothes,' cause her wardrobe is filled with none.

Making herself look beautiful, sophisticated and professionally presentable. She smiled at herself in the mirror while she told herself 'I'll go through it'. She made her way out to the car where dad was already waiting for her. Very much ready for a horrific day.

"Let's go!"

"You look so beautiful, princess. So grown up." He said with tears in his eyes. "You look exactly like your mother." He continued. She closed her eyes in annoyance, doesn't like it when he talks about her. Winnie feels guilt to be born, only if her mother didn't choose Winnie over her ownself. Winnie feels to be the reason why her father is single from so many years, alone and depressed, grieving over his wife. It was hard for dad as he was just 17 when she was given to him with mother's death. She's gladful for the life he has provided her.

"I am so proud of you, my little princess." She didn't want to work with Damien but anything for her father.

"Do you want me to come with you, princess?" Dad asked.

"No! I'll be fine." It's already gonna be awkward. Taking dad there will make the situation worst.

She entered the building. It's quite big. Does he manage all this? What a pressure. She would never be able to handle all this on her own and then also be a successful model. He sure is hard working though.

She went to the manager and asked her where can she meet Damien Knight. "He's on the last floor." She told her. "But who are you?" She asked.

"Winnie Smith." "Oh the new worker. You're most welcome in our company, Miss Smith." She nodded at her and passed her a smile.

Nervously Winnie took the elevator and made her way to devil's dungeon. The last floor was surprisingly super silent. She searched for his room and saw the sign on the door. CEO's Office.

What a horror! She just want to skip from this reality. She can't face him after all these years.

"Little slut."

Those words still haunt her. She won't let her little heart, break again. It was completely understanding to the point when he didn't want to be with her as she was a minor. But calling her names, he took it too far.

Nevermind! She promised to herself that her past won't ever be in my future. Maintaining her posture she slightly knocked the door.

"Come in!" I heard his authoritative firm voice which sent chills to her body.

She went inside without looking anywhere but floor. Very much scared of him. 'Where is all your braveness gone?' She mentally taunted herself

"Winnie." The way he said her name makes her want to run away from here. He said it like he was waiting for her all these years and now that she's here he will destroy me. She looked upto meet his shiny blue eyes. His eyes beautiful yet dangerous delivering her a message that the prey is finally standing infront of his predator. He was still as beautiful as ever, even more now.

"My wild kitten." He chuckled to himself and she looked at him, confused.

"Why are you late?" He asked in a bossy tone looking at me in my eyes telling me to dare lie.

"I woke up late." I replied.

"Why did you wake up late?" He smirked. As if he knew something.

"Cause..-" She was gonna give him the reason but, "But that's none of your business." Truly it wasn't.

"Mind your tongue with me, Ms Smith. I won't tolerate this kind of behaviour in my office." He said coldly, probably irritated that someone denied him the explanation. Winnie noticed that he was no longer the Damien she met years ago, something changed in him. His attitude for sure, he got a upgrade on that.

"Ok."

"Ok what?"

"Ok, Mr Knight."

"Sir." She rolled my eyes. So he wants to be called as a sir. Nothing less expected from a jerk. Well he's her boss, so this is how she is supposed to call him. "Ok, sir!"

"Did I see you rolling your eyes at me, Rose." So she can't even roll her eyes in this building. What a freedom!

"Don't call me with my middle name." She said angrily, it was her mother's first name. Dad thought it would be best to give her as a second name. The name coming through his mouth, only feels a disrespect and she would rather die than let anyone disrespect her dead mother.

"Why not, Rose?" He smirked at her. She glared at him as pinched my nose in annoyance. She guess he's aware of the name or might be not. But he shouldn't call her that. What about him, his second name is 'white' doesn't make no sense to her. She would be embarrassed to have such name as a middle one. To her names should have deep meanings. 'As if your first name is very meaningful.' Her inner self mocked.

"I see your old habits are still very much alive." This freak won't ever shut up.

"Where are you glasses? and those braces? Finally got your teeth back at shape." He laughed at his own joke. What a clown! Now he was even making fun of her appearance. She used to wear braces to get her teeth at shape, not that they weren't in shape but her dad wanted to make her as beautiful as possible.

"Would you mind telling me my job, Sir." Ignoring his statements, she asked politely.

"Do you still love me, Winnie?" And she lost all her temper before spitting her words at him, "It was never love. It was a mistake. My teenage mistake. Move on from past, will you, Mr Knight." And indeed it was her teenage mistake. Or so she thought.