My possessive boss kisses me.....

Chapter 6: MIXED FEELINGS

** DAN'S POV **

I was on her heel when she stormed off to the elevator, I entered the elevator right behind her and once the elevator doors closed, I pressed the STOP button and stepped closer to her and held her by her neck with my palm. I wanted to see her in pain, see her suffer, see her crumble to the ground, and grovel at my feet for forgiveness. I was pressing my palm harder on her neck. 'I know that it was not she who was at fault if anyone was to be blamed here, it was ME it all started coz of me, but my ego wouldn't let me back down, not now not ever.'

When I wanted to tighten my grip more her phone rang and the number that was displayed shocked me. I loosened my grip on her a bit and the next thing I know my manhood was in a lot of pain and I was on the floor. 'She f*****g kneed my manhood damn.' I was groaning in pain, when I heard her say 'Max' I was no longer thinking about the pain in between my legs. A lot of questions popped 'How does she know Max? Is she talking about MY SON Max? Why does she have 'Maria's'(Our maid who has been with us for a long time) number? And why is Maria calling a stranger about Max and not ME? Why is this fireball panicking for MY SON? How does she know my house?'

Before I could open my mouth, the elevator was down to the ground floor, and while I was straightening up myself the elevator doors opened and she rushed out and hailed a cab. I stood there flabbergasted for a few seconds before I gained my senses back.

'Is she the one who baked that cake yesterday for my son?' I didn't know what I was thinking as this was the first time that someone got me flustered. My feelings were all over the place with anger, confusion, pain, and whatnot.

** EVA'S POV **

When I stormed out of the conference room, I thought I was alone. I had not expected that demon of a man to follow me to the elevator. It was annoying enough to stand with him in the conference room now I have to bear him in an even more constricted space. When the elevator doors closed, I felt suffocated and felt cold fingers pressing down on my neck. I struggled in vain the grip was becoming tighter every time I tried to escape. I felt like I was going to pass out, when my phone rang his attention got diverted and had a look of surprise for a second and his grip on my neck loosened seeing as this was my chance, I kneed him between his legs. He fell to the floor and I answered the call it was from Maria, Max's caretaker so to say.

There was worry and her voice was panic-stricken when she told me that Max is down with fever and is asking for me. She said that their family doctor is on their way but since Max was constantly calling my name doctor told them that I need to be there. To my luck the monster who was down on the floor got up just when the doors opened once the elevator doors opened, I rushed out of the office building hailing a cab.

Once I reached Max's place Maria hurried me to Max's room. The doctor was attending to him and I could hear Max's usually commanding voice, weakly calling my name. I sat next to Max and held his little hand which was burning hot. The doctor said that he administered the dose and his fever should come down by night. He instructed us to keep the cold cloth on his forehead till the temperature drops and he left.

Maria got a cloth along with a bowl of water with ice-cubes and placed the wet cloth on his forehead. Max's temperature started to drop slowly as the hours passed, I was taking his temperature every half hour.

I didn't know why and when but Max made his way into my heart 'Why can't I bear to see him in even slight pain? He is not mine so why is he affecting me so much? Why are his parents not here even in a situation like this? and why is Max calling for me and not his parents? What am I going to do?'

** DAN'S POV **

I called Maria. She picked the call and was slightly flustered as I never call when I am in the office. I asked her if anything was wrong and why she is sounding unsure. She simply said "Nothing Sir. You never call so...". I realized then that even my staff at home feel that an outsider, a stranger is reliable than me when it comes to my own SON. I thought to myself that if it was an emergency, she would have called me directly and not someone else. I let them deal with the situation as I really didn't know what I would do.

Although I shrugged the incident off, I was only able to think about Max so I wrapped up early and made my way home. Once I reached home, I was glad to see Max. Although he was a little weak but was sitting on the dining table and having food. I went up to him and was about to kiss him on his forehead when he turned his head away not wanting me to touch him.

I walked to my, room took a shower and changed into my track pants and t-shirt, and came down only to find Max walk away to his room. Maria was still at home so I asked her again "Did anything happen to Max? He seems weak!"

Maria slowly said that "Max had a high fever in the morning. His fever has come down now as the doctor came and gave him medicine. He is yet to eat properly so his energy is not as usual." I shook my head side-to-side and asked her why she didn't call me and let me know.

She said "Max insisted on not having you around Sir. So, we didn't call."

Wanting to know if Eva was here, I asked "Did anyone apart from his usual doctor come to visit him like any of his friends or someone? Even yesterday there was a cake that was baked here and I know no one bakes among all of you." She cast her eyes down unable to answer my questions I knew it was coz of Max he would have made them promise not to tell anything to me.

I simply asked, "Does she take better care of Max than any of the nannies who ever stepped foot in this house?"

She had a look of surprise and answered, "She is way better than any nanny sir."

Me – “Fine in that case can you try talking to her to work as his nanny?"

Maria – “Sir... but she is a dessert chef and not a nanny and she did say that she is looking for a job as a dessert chef. I will talk to her coz I know she loves Max, but I am not sure if she is going to agree to it. And won't you be taking her interview as the usual process, sir?"

Me – “No Maria, you saying that she loves him means a lot to me so I don't think there is any need for me to interview her. Just talk to her and let me know."

Maria – “Sure sir."

I want to ruin her, but looking at my son makes me want to act by thinking with my heart and not my head for once. 'God what the hell is happening!' My feelings have never been in so much conflict.