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Because You Were Made For Me And No One Else

Because You Were Made For Me And No One Else

Anastasia thought she knew her place in the world... Behind the counter of her bakery, living a quiet and peaceful life with only her brother and little sister as her only concerns, until her quiet life collided with his. The first time she met him he was a stranger with harsh words and looks that left her breathless. The second time he was more harsh and underrated her that left her angry. But nothing prepared her for the night she was contacted to cater for a birthday party, only to discover that the said birthday celebrant was actually the rude stranger. It didn't just end there, he happened to be the nephew of the lovely woman that adored her pastries, the same woman who dreamed of making Anastasia her own daughter-in-law. What she doesn't realize was that her story had already been written long ago. The man she thought was a stranger was no stranger at all. Forced to let her go once, but obsession doesn't die just like that. Now that fate had brought them back together, he isn't planning on letting her go again. Because Anastasia was made for him and no one else.
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Chapter 6

"We did it Anastasia!" Chloe screamed the moment she burst into the living room. Her voice full of joy as she spun in circles, her ponytail bouncing behind her while clutching a small box of leftover cupcakes. Her grin so wide that her brown eyes sparkled like the stars. Anastasia sat on the couch, her apron still tied around her from the night before. she leaned her head back, finally letting herself breathe. Her green eyes softened and a quiet smile curved her lips. There was relief written on her face mixed with a little bit of tiredness. For once in a long while, the tight lines of worry that usually lived on her forehead was no longer there. On the low table in front of her sat the cheque, three thousand dollars from the Michaelson's estates event. It wasn't just about the money, it was about the money being their saving grace. With it she could finally pay off the debt she owed to the suppliers, pay her repairman, pay Chloe's fees before her school resumes, and also stock up her bakery back. The rest of the money will be something to use and survive on for a long time. Anastasia smiled again softly, her fingers brushing the check with care as though it would disappear if she touched it too hard "Yes, we really did it" Craig leaned back on another couch, stretching his long legs with a satisfied sigh. His hair stuck up in every direction, messy from lack of sleep but his grin held so much pride and confidence "I knew we would be able to pull it off" his tone light but steady. His eyes crinkled at the corner, full of happiness "the cake was the talk of the night, everyone enjoyed it and even wanted more. They couldn't get enough of it" Anastasia laughed quietly tilting her head back as her cheeks warmed. The memories at the Jake Michaelson's birthday event came rushing back. The chattering of the crowd, the looks of admiration when the guests tasted her pastries. for once she had stood among the powerful and wealthy and instead of being looked down upon, she had impressed them. But one particular face kept coming to her mind and distracting her thoughts. Jake Michaelson. She was still surprised at the fact that the man who bumped into her twice, the man who looked down on her with a cold gaze turned out to be Jake Michaelson, and he was also the birthday celebrant she was asked to cater the birthday event for. Handsome and intense, wrapped in an air of authority that unsettled her. Him being married really came as a surprise to her, even stirring a little curiosity, but she decided to brush all those thoughts aside as none of it was her concern. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Anastasia stood up and walked towards the door opening it, a delivery man stood there, his face stern beneath the cap. without much expression he handed her an envelope "For miss Anastasia Peterson" and after that he turned and left without another word With her brows squeezing together out of confusion, Anastasia shuts the door and tore open the envelope. Inside was a short handwritten note. "Never knew that the girl I bumped into would turn out to be the one to cater for my birthday event. Impressive work last night, I am inviting you to my office for us to discuss. Do honor it miss Anastasia... J.M" Her eyes widened as she read the initials of the sender again. Jake Michaelson wrote a letter to her! Her heart gave a little leap and she pressed her lips together caught between surprise and nervousness. 'Why would he want to see me? and why does he sound so bossy and commanding? anyways a Jerk will always be a jerk, and why is he saying he is surprised to find out that I was the one catering for his birthday? wasn't he the one that recommended me? Huh, so many unanswered questions' she thought to herself. Craig leaned over to see the letter, his eyebrows shooting up and his lips forming a small 'O' as he saw the initials also. "Jake Michaelson? are you serious? what is it about?" Chloe giggled, her eyes filled with mischief. Se nudged Anastasia with her elbow "He wants to see her again because he has probably been bewitched by my sister's beauty" Anastasia cheeks turned red as she laughed awkwardly while waving the note in the air. "Stop saying nonsense Chloe, how could that be and besides he is married" she said quickly but her voice betrayed the nervous flutter in her heart. She folded the note putting it into her bag. No matter how she tried pushing the thoughts aside, the image of Jake's intense gaze kept replaying in her mind. Craig and Chloe still couldn't remember that he was the same guy Anastasia bumped into, the one who spoke rudely to their sister, and Anastasia intended to keep it that way. She didn't want unnecessary drama. The day passed in a light blur, by afternoon Anastasia found herself standing outside the tall glass building of Jake's company. He had written the address to his company at the back of the letter. She adjusted the strap of her bag and smoothened her simple dress nervously. Her steps slowed as she walked through the entrance, her heart thudding louder with each movement. She went to the front desk and was about to ask for direction to Jake's office when she saw Charles. His eyes widened with surprise on seeing her and his lips curved into a gentle smile. "Anastasia? what brings you here" his voice warm as though he was genuinely glad to see her. She was about answering when another familiar figure appeared. Lady Veronica, as elegant as always. The moment her eyes landed on Anastasia they lit up with excitement. "Anastasia, child!" Lady Veronica exclaimed, her hands clapping together "it's so good to see you again, although we saw each other just yesterday" she giggled at her own remark while Anastasia just smiled and Charles could only shake his head and sigh. "Who are you here to see child?" Caught off guard by the question, Anastasia could only answer nervously "I... eh ..I received an invitation from Mr. Michaelson saying he wants to see me" At that moment Jake stepped out of the elevator, he immediately sited and walked towards them. Anastasia stared at him as he got closer wondering how someone could be his handsome. His ocean blue eyes found hers immediately, calm and yet again that intense gaze. "Miss Peterson" Jake said his deep voice smooth and commanding "welcome to my company, come with me to my office" Anastasia could only nod her head and followed him Immediately she went into his office she was marveled by how beautiful and majestic it looked. His office alone was times two bigger than her sitting room, she couldn't help but blush in embarrassment at the thought. The view of the city skyline was so beautiful. She sat opposite him while Jake leaned back on his chair, tapping his desk lightly. "Your work last night was really impressive Miss Peterson" His tone very professional "many of my business associates that tasted everything you made yesterday couldn't help but praise you, so I would like to offer you a future contracts with my company for events, celebrations, corporate parties, and the list goes on, what do you say?" Anastasia's eyes widened as her lips parted in surprise "that sounds... incredible sir, thank you" her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "You're welcome, but do not disappoint Miss Peterson" "I definitely won't sir" she said excitedly His gaze lingered on her and it felt as though the temperature in the room grew warmer, making her a little self-conscious. Though his words were professional, there was a weight in his eyes, something she couldn't quite understand. There was a sudden knock at the door and before Jake could say anything Lady Veronica walked in with Charles following behind her" "Sorry man, I couldn't stop my mom from coming to disturb your meeting. You know how stubborn she can be" Jake sighed nodding his head "yeah I know how stubborn aunt can be" "Hey don't talk about me like that in front of me! That stupid brother of mine did a bad job in raising you and that stupid husband of mine did a bad job in raising Charles, hmph, useless" Both Charles and Jake became speechless After saying that, she walked up to Anastasia excitedly "Anastasia dear you must work with us too, my son's company also needs someone just like you for whatever celebratory events or occasions that will happen in the future" Charles chuckled softly, his head tilting towards his mother "my mum's right Anastasia, we could use your talent" Anastasia flushed, glancing between them. Her hands kept fidgeting on her laps as her lips curved into a shy smile "I will consider it ma'am" she said softly Jake however, remained silent. He leaned back into his chair, his expression unreadable but his eyes never strayed from her. The meeting went on with lady Veronica talking endlessly, her gestures wide and full of excitement. Charles could only nod at some of the things his mother was saying, his eyes rested on Anastasia often. Jake spoke little, but his presence filled the room like an unspoken command. Finally Jake rose to his feet signaling the end of the meeting "you have all the time to think everything over" he simply said, his voice slow and steady. "Anastasia stood up too, thanking them politely before leaving the office. Her heart raised as she thought of all the opportunities that was coming her way. The path ahead looked bright... or though she thought. Back in the office, silence settled for some seconds after the door closed. Lady Veronica 's face lit up as she turned towards Jake, her smile wide and her eyes sparkling. "That's the girl I want as my daughter-in-law, the girl I want for your cousin. She's good enough right? No I know she's good enough" her voice filled with certainty For a brief second something flickered in Jake's eyes, a sharp glint. It went away as quick as it came, his voice smoothened back to calm, his lips tightened slightly but then relaxed "She has talents" Jake simply said, his voice revealing nothing more. Charles let out a sigh, a small smile touching his lips. "Mum, you never give up do you?" he said with amusement dancing in his eyes. Then after a pause, he nodded and said "I will give it a try with her, hopefully she agrees" Lady Veronica beamed, satisfied, her excitement filling your room. Jake stayed silent all through, his gaze turning away and staring at the breathtaking view of the city's skyline. His fingers tapping lightly on his desk, his thoughts seemed far away, with Anastasia face still lingering in his mind.

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