I wake up to the blaring alarm, my head throbs from the shooting pain and I let out a groan. Why is my head banging you may ask? Well, it's probably because some dumbass made me get out of bed at 2:00 and drop him off at the opposite fricking side of New York. I only had about an hour of sleep and I can't feel my limbs. I whine and mumble, rolling away from the alarm on my side table and pulling my legs up into a fetal position on the bed, turning myself so my butt is sticking up.
You're not an adult...
Woooooo...
You still have time to sleeeeeeeeppppp...
You are not even born yeeetttttt.....
My brain tried to keep me asleep and I could feel myself falling back asleep before I remembered the cold green eyes of the handsome devil I work for. I pushed myself up with both arms, looking at my pillow groggily.
"I am too young to die, especially with such a good butt."
I huff and push myself off the bed, quickly getting ready as I dial the number for the restaurant that needed to prepare the order for the conference for Mr Rovere's meeting, however... JUST AS MY LUCK WOULD HAVE IT, they didn't pick up. Actually, more accurately, they did not pick up the order. I curse and run to put my pants on, trying a different restaurant, however, they are all closed. It's 4:00 GOSH DAMN AM, which sane bloody man, asks for such a posh ass meal FOR BREAKFAST? I rush into the bathroom to get ready, finishing in 5 minutes to run out of the room, my mind racing with ideas on how to get good quality food for the Shareholder meeting that started in about 1 hour and 20 minutes.
Oh I'm so getting fired...
Actually, he could choke me and no one could do a damn thing!!
That doesn't sound too bad...
My brain interjects and I blush, shaking my head to think of something. The meeting can't be too important right? Food isn't necessary, right? IT IS THAT IMPORTANT, I'VE READ THE FILE!! I think for a few minutes before an idea hits me, I quickly dial Anna's Number.
Ring...
Ring...
Rin-
"WHO THE FU-"
"ANA HELP ME" I squeak out in a panic.
"Wh- Who- Adam?" I nod frantically, before remembering I'm a GOSH DAMNED IDIOT, on the PHONE.
"YES YES YES, I'm going to get fired, but can you help me!!!???" I yell, jumping in my place.
"Oh, Okay, Okay, but you owe me big time, bigger than just a bagel!" She whines, sleepily. I blow her a kiss and thank her multiple times.
"Okay, so I just need you to get to work and set up the conference room, I'll fax you all the documents and you just have to file them for 12 people and then you can go back to sleep, I'm so sorry!"
I walk around the living room in a frenzy as I explain what I want from her. My breathing becomes a little impatient and shallow as I wait for her response, biting my lower lip nervously.
"Okay, I'll get to work then... Ughhhhhh You OWEEEE MEEEEE"
"I LITERALLY LOVE YOU, YOU ARE A QUEEN!!! I WILL GET YOU A STRIPPER TO MAGIC MIKE YOU AS HE FEEDS YOU BAGELS IF YOU ASK, JUST HELP ME!!"
I yell and cut the call, running to the fax machine and sending her all the important papers in the right order. I then run back to the kitchen and open my fridge, pulling out everything I have. I look at the ingredients, trying to think of what to make when I set myself up for the quickest fancy-stuck-up-pants food I can think of. I look at the ingredients and sigh, running to my keys and getting my file. Before I run down the block to the 24-hour Halal food place nearby that I know will be open and have what I need. However, they only have chicken, lamb and beef. So, I decided on the Chicken recipe.
I pick up 12 servings of chicken and the old man looks at me with a 'who are you feeding this much at this time' look and I reply with a 'God help me' look. He shrugged and quickly charged me, I also looked through the file as he sorted out my ingredients and something caught my eye. I quickly run to the back of the empty store and get an extra ingredient for the food, paying and running out of the store to the house at full speed.
I reach the house within 7 minutes, thoroughly impressed with myself for the record time before I start cooking the Creamy Herb Chicken with a side of roasted veggies. It didn't take longer than an hour to finish everything... because I forced Meg to help. I pack cutlery and plates from the fancy thanksgiving drawer, that I have... because... you just have those, okay? No, I don't host dinners, but the plates looked pretty,... okay? Don't judge me! I just like to pretend that I'm a rich white lady that cooks for fun, sometimes!
I put the food in the car and rush back into the house to get the rest of the things, but literally, I freaking trip on nothing and fall face first just as my phone starts ringing.
"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow HOLY MOTHER OF EVERYTHING!!!!" I yell and get up, pulling out my phone to see a call from Mr Rovere. I squeak and quickly swipe the green circle, bringing the phone up to my ear, too worried to notice my bloody lip. Oh man, I'm so dead.
"Mr Fane, where are you?" Mr Jerkface's cold voice comes from the other side of the phone, I bite my lip nervously and think of an answer.
"I-I-I I'm g-getting the f-food Mr Rovere!!" I stutter, squirming in my place as I wait for the reply.
"Mr Fane, you have 10 minutes"
"Yes, Mr Rovere" I reply hastily, knowing that I need to leave NOW. You can kiss my adorable butt for all this trouble, I think to myself as I cut the call, knowing I could never say that to him, without dying. I rush into the car with everything and drive away towards the office in a hurry, stepping on the gas.
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Thank Heavens, there was no one on the road at this time except LUNATICS AND MYSELF. I quickly stumble into the office, covered from head to toe with bags and I rush past the lobby, to where I think the elevator would be. However, I trip and close my eyes for another impact with the floor. Huh, I think the floor has a crush on me! However, before impact or even a fall, I bang into something, however, that something wraps around me and steadies me.
"Thank chu! I owe you! C..Can you please turn me towards the elevator?"
I ask the person on the other side, not being able to see them. The arms around me retract and I feel the person tugging me towards what I'm hoping is the elevator and not taking me to a super-secret murder cult hangout. Yeah.. so, my thoughts are weird, I watch too many crime docs!
I sigh in relief as we reach the elevator and I give the person space to leave it, however, I feel the bags being lifted and I can finally see the person on the other side. It's a blonde guy, fairly attractive and only a little bit older than Mr Rovere. He has charming blue eyes and a little friendly-looking smirk. I blush and look to the side, embarrassed at my hastiness and appearance even.
"T-Thank you for the h-help... but..." I say, but he cuts me off with a slight shake of the head.
"No problem. It's alright, Cucciolo." He chuckles, his Italian accent is a little more notable than most I have met, and by that, I mean the devil. He nods at the elevator and asks "Which floor?"
"7th, please?" I say, looking shyly away from him, I hate social interactions with handsome people, they need to be burned at the stake.
We make it up to the Conference room floor, yes they have a whole floor for that and even more. I go to get off, but this is when I notice that the other guy had not pressed any floor of his own and was just coming with me. What a nice guy, with looks and good manners. I hate it. Some men have it all!
We reach the staff kitchen on the 7th floor and I set everything down on the counter before I took everything from the man and blushed as I finally saw his full form, he was actually... VERY attractive.. not as much as... You know who... but damn. If I was a girl, I would definitely stare at that piece of-... but I'm not a girl and definitely not gay so I need to stop looking. I quickly look away and clear my throat, what is wrong with me?
"Th-Thank you for your help! I'm sorry for the inconvenience..." I mumble, running to the food on the counter and starting to take it out.
"No problem, Cucciolo." The guy says, shrugging. "Do you need any more help?"
"Oh, N-no! Thank you! again!" I say and turn to face him with a smile of genuine thanks, he seems like a good guy. "You should get back to work, if Mr Rovere finds you here, he will bite your head off!"
He seems to find that amusing and chuckles before nodding at me and turning around. After he is out of sight, I take a peek in the conference room from behind the wall in the lounge praying for Mr Rovere to not be in there, I see some people in there that I don't pay attention to, but my eyes searching for tall leaning figure with black hair and piercing green eyes, but Mr Rovere is not there and I breathe a sigh of relief, although I feel a pang at my chest, feeling the slight need to see him soon. I shake my head, enjoying the fact that I have made it in time, I might live!!!
"Mr Fane, what are you doing?" I hear the commanding voice behind me, his words are not loud but they make me freeze, I turn around and flinch at the eyes staring at me with intense heat, turn cold in a millisecond, making me feel a weird sensation of breathlessness, I look away and shake my head. This is freaking weird, I don't know what is going on with me...
Must be social Anxiety.
Yeah, it's probably that.
"W-Waiting for you, Mr Rovere," I say, standing up and fixing myself up. However, his next move makes me gasp, leaving even the people behind him with wide-eyed looks. He takes my hand without giving any fucks and pulls me back, dragging me somewhere. I try to tug at my hand and whine at him before getting pulled inside the bathroom, unable to understand what's going on, I just assume he's out to kill me and close my eyes, waiting for it.
However, he lets go of my hand, I peek with one eye to take in the sight of my surroundings, my gravestone, where I die.
Mr Rovere, however, is the only thing in my sight as he takes a step forward, killing the small distance between us to make me flush up. I blink up at him through my lashes and bite my lower lip, preparing for the worst as he moves his arm up thinking about a punch. However, he moves his hand past my head, behind me, leaving me confused as he pulls a few tissues out of the holder before turning the faucet to our right on, by moving the tissues under it.
What in the flippity heck is going on?
Too scared to ask this question, I watch him wet the tissue before grabbing my head from the back and pressing it to my lip.
It takes a moment for me to register but I instinctively push myself back, to no use as his brick-like figure keeps me in place. I stammer, my lips parting in question as I flush up more by the second, unable to understand what this man is doing. However. I get distracted by his barely emotional face having a weird look, the rims of his irises turning a weird gold colour.
I become too mesmerized, forgetting the weirdness of the circumstance. My hands on his chest can feel the heat coming off him on a cold day and I feel drawn in as my insides basically become a puddle, looking at his sharp jaw, his beautiful and smooth-looking hair, his freaking gorgeous lips, that I know would make many girls jealous, even his eyes are a work of art.
Something starts to flutter in my stomach but I can't put my hand on it. I feel a little sting on my lip as he presses a little harder, before looking up at him.
"Wh-What?" I ask, blinking a few times. He finishes what he is doing and throws the tissues in the trash. I take this time to shake my head into reality. I look in the mirror and finally see what he was doing... I move my hand up to put my finger on the cut on my lip and I suddenly explode into a blush...
What?...
Why?...
I look at him to ask but before I can open my mouth, he walks past me as if nothing happened and leaves towards the conference room. I blink a few times, exploding into a million thoughts, unable to make sense of this man...
Why would he...? Then just leave for the conference room!
CONFERENCE! OH MY GOD, THE CONFERENCE!
I run out after him and fix myself just as I reach him, ignoring all the looks from floor managers that are accompanying him. I walk into the room with him after getting my laptop. I sit on the side of the room and sneak a glance at Mr Rovere before opening my laptop for the minutes of the meeting.
He stands proudly at the head of the conference table and stares straight ahead, making everyone quiet without uttering a word.
"Let's get started."
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I feel myself nodding off again in the middle of typing but I pull myself back up, listening to and typing with the meeting. However, the lack of sleep made it hard to pay attention to the meeting.
I slowly doze off again to some guy talking about the issue with the purchase of another company and this time I almost fall... thank goodness I'm sitting back away from everyone because I quickly catch myself and sit up again.
"You will be served breakfast now, let's take a break and come back to the purchasing issue with crescent cosmetics afterwards," Mr Rovere says, making everyone nod in response. He gets up and leaves, I sigh, HOW LONG DOES ONE MEETING LAST? What are these people, robots? I rush to the kitchen and plate everything I placed on the counter. It was cold but not unfresh, so I just placed them all in the microwave for 20 seconds each before plating.
I quickly place everything on the table in another conference room on the other side of the kitchen and place everything properly, with the help of some other assistants, before going to get everyone.
I knock on the glass door to get everyone's attention before peeking in, "Hello, food is in the other room if you all would follow me." I say, doing my best not to stutter, I'm a strong independent guy! I can do this! I turn around and walk away, stumbling right at the fourth step, I burn up and quickly walk to the other room with everyone behind me. The other assistants take over from there, however, an older British male whom I knew as Phillis Hogsworth in the group stops and turns to me.
"Y-yes, Mr Hogsworth?" I ask.
"I have a few allergies, it would be great to have something else ordered for me, just in case." He says, with a kind smile. His kind demeanour puts me at ease and I reply.
"Oh, you don't have to worry, sir. Your food was prepared with that in mind. I have told the assistants which one is yours, so you do not have to worry." I say and he smiles, looking impressed and nods, going inside.
PHEW! A FEW MINUTES TO REST!!!!
Ping
My phone rings to remind me of my luck and I check to see the message, whining as I see it's from the weird hot jerk. I open it and see a "Come to my office", hah. I just don't have any luck. Might be being punished for some past life, who knows?
I knock on the door of Mr Rovere's Office while fiddling my thumbs nervously, what does he want? I whine to myself in my head, before opening the door to his command. I see him sitting behind his desk with a file in his hand... What type of madman works during his break?
"Y-Yes Sir?" I ask hesitantly, my voice becoming a little high-pitched, making me want to shoot myself. I blush and squirm in my place, with the plate of food that was his, in my hand. I stumble inside and place it on his desk, shuffling back. He looks up at the food and narrows his eyes at it.
"I thought I said to order Stakes, Mr Fane," He says, looking up at me with a stone face, the only hint that it was questioning was the slight arch in his eyebrow.
"T-T-The r-r..estaurant w-..w-was clo..closed.. Th-... I called them yesterday to order... B-but no one p-..picked up the phone today." I say squirming and avoiding his deep eyes, they made me weird... I don't know... the feeling I got when I saw them was something I have no experience in, but it was weird and I did not like it!
Are you sure about that champ?
YES, BRAIN.
Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.
Shut up!
He said nothing and pulled the plate of food towards him silently, before taking a suspicious bite, making me pout.
"It's not poison, you Dinglehopper," I think, however as Mr Rovere's eyes snap up, I realize I wasn't thinking, I said it! I clamp my hands over my mouth and shake my head. His eyes turn into cold emerald stones and I take a step back, watching him rise off his chair slowly and walk around the table to me.
"What, Mr Fane?" He says in a low growl, pulling me closer to himself by my necktie, I gasp and place my hands against his chest. He brought his face down to mine, inches away with a glare, "It seems you often forget that you are in my employment. It would be wise to behave."
I whimper under his glare, lightly pushing against his chest as he held me extremely close using the tie. "I...I d-didn't...M-mean.. to..." I whine at him as he keeps glaring at me, he lets go of the tie, making me pull back and I touch my neck lightly. Freagin cunt.
"If you wish to keep this job, Mr Fane. I recommend watching your mouth." He says before walking back to his chair and cutting into the chicken I made... I can feel myself tearing up at his harshness, I hope he chokes on it. I turn around and go to the door, to leave. "And Mr Fane, you work for me, therefore you are company property... my property. So, remember not to damage what I own again." I blink and tilt my head, unable to understand before a blush creeps over my face.
"I-I'm not y-..your property, Mr Rovere," I say angrily, I'm no one's property! He just looks up and his lips turn up into a devilish smirk, his eyes shining with some sort of sinister heat that made a shiver go up my spine. I quickly run into my office as I hear a chuckle behind me, making my ears burn.
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The rest of the day goes by uneventfully as I ignore any eye contact with Mr Rovere. After the meeting ended, I ran out for my lunch break to Ava, giving her some food as a 'thank you for saving me', she appreciated it but said I still owed her, which was fair. I came back and locked myself in the office and started doing the daily tasks. I finish the day's work in a few hours and yawn sleepily, wanting nothing more than to go home. My phone dings and I know it's the devil giving me more work, so I groan and pull my phone out, checking the message.
Mr Fane, come to my office.
What does he want now? That "Oh, I'm so great" entitled jerk. I huff and finish what I'm doing and push myself up and off the fun merry-go-round chair after doing a few spins to calm my nerves, to see the demon on the other side of the door. I walk over to the door with my bag over my shoulder.
I stand there for a second, my heart racing as I contemplate if I really want to open it... I could stay at work today, I mean what's so fun about going home? Oh, I could make a comfy bed and sleep there, avoid the monster on the other side!
"Mr Fane, stop wasting time and come in." I jump at his voice from the other side of the door, confused at how he knew I was next to the door, I fumble and open it with my eyes down.
"Yes, Mr Rovere?"
"Take the papers on the floor and shred them on the machine there, then you may leave." He waves at the papers sprawling all over the desk in his huge office, I finally look up at him as he stares intently at his file, his forehead creased.
I wonder what he's worried about...
Why do I care!?!
Huh... He looks like he'll be here much longer... Wasn't he here before me..?
A small feeling of worry starts to build in my stomach, I shake my head, and quickly grab the papers, shredding them before going out of the office to leave...
I turn in the opposite direction of the elevator, biting my lower lip. Why am I doing this for that dumb chauvinistic bastard?
That dumb chauvinistic sexy bastard...
Oh my GOD, BRAIN SHUT UP.
I shake my head and speed walk down the hall into the room at the end.
A few minutes later, I knock on the door of Mr Rovere's office, swallowing nervously. I'm so dumb, why am I doing this? I'm dumb. Please God, help me. I'll give more charity, I'll even stop being a little baby bitch, but give me a new brain so I just don't go into the Tiger's den.
"Come in" I hear his voice, making me jump as if my stupid ass did not anticipate it. I flush up and open the door shakily, peeking in to see him still focused on the files, however as soon as I step in, his eyes snap up.
"I-.. I ma- made some c-coffee for you.." I squeak out, becoming redder and redder by the second, his eyes bore into mine. I walk over and place the mug in the middle of the table just as he murmurs something... I can't make it out... but it oddly sounds like a pained "fuck.."
I just shake it off and nod at him to take a sip. He reaches forward, taking the mug before taking a sip from it. He closes his eyes and tilts his head, before looking back up at me with much more relaxed eyes.
"Make one for me every day after you come in." He says, his words are not a request, but an order. I should want to smack him in the face but I feel my heart flutter and I nod, just as my phone goes off.
"HIT ME BABY, ONE MORE TI-"
I stumble and quickly pick it up, saying a hasty hello. I watch Mr Rovere cough, which oddly sounds similar to a laugh and the corner of his mouth twitches. This fricking jerk is laughing at me! I blush ten times more, making my ears burn up as I pout.
"Hey! Addy, when are you coming BAAAAACK, I'm BORED AND HUNGRY!!" Meghan whines from the other side, loud enough for Mr Rovere to hear.
I cough, wanting to strangle Meghan, "I'll be there in 20 minutes." I cut the call and nod at Mr Rovere, turning around.
"Stop." He says, I stop in my tracks and turn around in confusion. His normally cold and dead eyes were now filled with mischief. "I will be going on another business trip today Mr Fane, however, I will be back on Friday, in time for our Dinner. Remember, my sister, is awaiting your visit."
"Y-You don't have to w-..worry about the Dinner, Mr Rovere," I say, Oh shit, how does he still remember that! I thought it was the 3 am talking before and he would forget!!
"Oh, but I do... Make sure you come, that's an order, Mr Fane" I can feel something in his voice, a discord that unsettled me.
"I c-..can't..." I stutter out, shrugging.
Your instincts are coming in to save you because you are a dumb moron,
my brain interjects.
"Why is that?" He says, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh... I have a date!" I blurt. Well, if the shoe fits... even if it doesn't I'll make it up as I go! Mr Rovere's eyes turn slowly from mischief into an intense and cold storm, a hurricane that I feel caught in. I take a step back, unsure of what made him so angry. Soon he's out of his chair and in front of me, in a matter of seconds, making me stumble as I move back before crashing back into the door to the hallway. My heart starts to race as he comes towards me and I feel my lips quiver, as I blink up at him in confusion. "S-..S ..sir?"
His hand comes down next to my head, the other on the side of my waist, he closes in and I can feel his breath against my own lips, my heart is almost ready to explode as I pull my hands up to my chest, clasping them as if praying to God to save me from becoming his prey.
His face brushes against my own and I whimper as his breath hits my ear. "Are you neglecting work to go on a date, Mr Fane?"
It takes a moment for his words to register but I look at him in disbelief, "It's going to be after work, Sir. Y-You have no right over my personal life!" I huff, pushing against his solid build chest, not making an inch of a difference. He presses up against me and I feel his muscles through the thin fabric of the shirt pushing me against the door.
"Oh? It seems you have forgotten my words from this morning, Caro." A low growl resonates against my ear, making me whimper, that weird feeling coming back in my stomach. I look at him as he raises his face to look at me and I gasp at the fierce golden colour of his eyes.
"I...I can go on my date if I want to! I...I-... I made a c-co-...commitment with my girlfriend!" I lie and with all the power I can muster. I'm not his pet! He can't tell me what to do, even with those eyes and this body and his money... Omg, his money... He's my boss! I'm so going to get fired!
"Girlfriend, Ciccino?" He says, his eyes going back to the bright emerald green in a second and his lip turning up into a small mischievous smirk as if he knew something. "Oh, and who is this girlfriend, because I do think you're lying little one."
I flush up and growl at him, embarrassed. DOES HE THINK I CAN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?!? I huff and look up at him with a glare, who's little?!?
" I do have a girlfriend! Her name is ANA! and SHE WORKS HERE!" I yell, oh boy, is Ana going to be thrilled?
Well, I'm going to have to start making things up to her... However, Mr Rovere lets out a chuckle, making me snap back to reality as I look at his sinister eyes, he looks down at me with dominance and a glimmer of chaos.
"The head of management on the first floor? Often sits at the front reception? I nod in response. He smirks and continues "Oh, I do believe you haven't heard, Babyboy. Your girlfriend is married to the head of the Finance department." He says, leaning back with one hand still next to my head and the other on his hip, hanging loosely. "They informed HR of their relationship two years before their marriage last month."
I feel the colour rising to my cheeks and I put my hands up to my face in embarrassment... I hear him chuckle and I become even more petrified.
I push him back just as hard as I can, moving him just an inch before opening the door and running out.
OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!! I SUCK! MY LUCK SUCKS! THAT BASTARD!! I HATE HIM.
I run to the elevator when my phone rings, I check to see the message.
See you at my house on Friday, Caro Mio.
I flush up all over again in utter embarrassment and sit in the elevator with my red face in my hands.
I HATE MY BOSS.