ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
sᴏ, ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ
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Out of all people, it had to happen with me. Like the cliches of cliche, the elevator stopped. As I turned to Chase, the lights went off too.
"What the fuck?" I heard him curse.
"I'm going to die. I'm going to die." I chant over and over again.
"Shut up." He huffed, I felt the frown on his face. How can I shut up? What if the lift never opened? What if we stay stuck in this forever? No one will know. Only the boss is allowed to use this elevator and well, me. But that's not the point. No one will try to use this elevator. I'll die. With Chase. He'll haunt me in afterlife too.
Atleast he's hot.
Not the time bitch. I scold my subconscious.
And like it was a set-up, lights come back on and the elevator starts with a slight jerk. Thank fuck. I sighed in relief. That relief was short lived, as soon as the elevator opened I caught the sight of his mother, so I did the sensible thing and pressed the button again.
"What are you doing?" He asked when the doors closed.
"Your mother is here." I whispered, throwing my hands in the air.
"Fucking hell." He murmured.
"Yeah." I whispered again.
"Why are you whispering?" He asked, confusion lacing his voice.
Why am I whispering?
"I don't know." I answer normally this time, pressing the button to the ground floor again. This time when the doors opened, it was all clear.
"Let's go." I tell him before grabbing his arm unconsciously. It's a bad habit, really bad habit. I've held Luke's arm all my life, and now I hold on to every person walking with me unknowingly. Yesterday it was Rome. He didn't mind, but Chase will.
I quickly pull my hand back, not turning around to see his reaction. He'll be hundred percent scowling. I surely caught Layla's judging eyes but I brushed it off.
•••••
"Where are we going?" He asks, walking beside me. We argued for five minutes straight about whose car we'll be taking, in the end, I decided that we'll walk. I made him remove his coat and the tie, keeping them in his car. No need to look professional out there.
"Guess."
"Fuck off."
I ignore his last comment and enter the juice bar. He's close behind me, I can smell him. Ordering an orange & grapefruit juice, I hand it to him. Before I could give my card to the girl behind the counter, he puts $10 on the counter, stepping aside.
"What was that for?" I ask him, which he ignores.
"What?" He asks looking at the juice. I step aside as the other customers are waiting too.
"It's for you." I tell him.
"I don't want it."
"But it is for you. C'mon, drink it. I need you to have energy for me." I say, the girl sipping a smoothie choked on it, while the other girl patted her back and I realised how wrong I sounded. "I mean, for coming with me." I clarify. She starts coughing badly now. What is wrong with her?
"Are you okay?" I ask her when she's calmed down.
"Uhh yeah, totally fine. Hope he has enough energy." She says with a wink.
"Oh for fuck's sake." I hear Chase mutter under his breath before he drags me out. He leaves my wrist as soon as we stepped out and starts walking back in the direction we came from.
"Heyyyy! Where are you going?" I ask, chasing Chase. Hehe, I wanted to use that for a long time.
"Back." He says.
"What? No. You promised."
"I did no such thing." He says, almost rolling his eyes. He throws the now empty juice cup in the dustbin before he continues walking.
"Oh stop being a baby, c'mon. Our next stop was going to be a very nice place..please?" This motherfucker really loves to make me beg.
"Nope."
I'm going to ignore that. "So, you want to eat burger or pizza?" I ask, catching up to him.
"I'm going back." He states.
"No, I'll..I'll-" I cut myself off and sit down on the pavement like the idiot I am.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He sighs.
I cross my arms across my chest. "I'll not move until you agree to come with me." I say without looking at him. My neck will sprain if I tried to look at this tall ass man.
"Get up." He says.
"Nope."
"Are you okay?" A girl passing by asks him. Not me, him.
"Yes." He says at the same time I say, "No, he's cutting me off. I don't have any other sugar daddies, tell him to understand." I say to her, wiping a fake tear and sniffing.
"Fottuto idiota." (Fucking idiot) He says to himself. Did I tell you that he starts cursing in different languages when he's angry? He knows three-four different languages I think. Till now, he has called me an idiot in French, Spanish, Russian, Italian and his most favourite, English. I'd be lying if I say he doesn't sound hot, but only till I don't know what he's saying.
"Oh." The girl says, still poking her nose in our business. She grins enthusiastically before saying, "I can help you get a job, The club where I work at is in need of a stripper." What the fuck? Do I look like a stripper?!
"How about you mind your own business and go the fuck away?" Chase said before pulling me up. The girl walked away, or more like ran away.
He started dusting off my pants. "Hey! Don't touch my bum." I say, swatting his hands away. My precious bum. I clean it myself before showing it to him. "Is it clean now?"
An eyeroll is what I get as an answer. He rolls his eyes too much. Idiota.
I don't ask him again, instead I walk in the direction of the pizza place I know. He's following me, I can hear him muttering nice words under his breath.
"Two small pepperoni pizzas and two cokes. To go, please." I order, I place the money before the rich idiot can. I turn to him, grinning in victory.
"Let's sit while we wait."
I take a seat near the window. He sits beside me, I think he's ignoring me now. "Are you ignoring me?" I ask. He doesn't reply. Well, okay.
"Do you think I'll get the job as a stripper?" I ask him, remembering the words the girl said a few moments ago.
"Do you have some weird fetish or something?" He asked, turning wholly towards me.
"I always wonder how it feels to be a stripper." I tell him honestly.
"culo strano." (Weird ass)
There he goes again with other languages.
"What does that mean?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. Before he could reply, our order is ready.
I take the boxes and hand the bottles to him before starting to walk towards our next location. "It's not that far." I tell him. I've been saying it for the last fifteen minutes so that he won't get mad at me.
"I'm not going in there." He says as we stand in front of the entrance of the park. I swear it's a park, it just looks like a jungle because there are too many trees and people don't come here.
"It's a park."
"Do you think I'm an idiot? We'll get lost in there." He says.
"We won't. I come here often. Trust me." I say before giving him the best puppy eyes I can. He sighs before saying, "Fine."
....
"We're here." I say, stopping at the small seats. It's weirdly nice, I once came here while running and found this cute lil table with two seats in the middle of nowhere, I've been coming here since then.
I hand him the boxes before brushing off the leaves from the table and seats.
I look up at him, his expressions are not giving anything away. "Sit." I tell him.
"Is this place safe?" He asks after he settles down. I quickly open my coke. "Yup." I say before taking a good sip. I'm thirsty. "I just realised that I didn't ask you if you like pepperoni or not." I say, more to myself than him.
"I'm fine with it." He says. We quickly finish our pizzas. I take out the Motrin from my pocket, handing it to him. "Here. Take this."
"I don't need it."
"You do. You just don't know it." I say.
"I'm fine now." He says. Why this man is so fucking stubborn.
"Take it before I shove it down your throat."
He grumbles something but takes the tablet. I pick up the empty boxes and bottles to throw them into a dustbin if we find some, I saw one on our way but it's too far away now. I look at Chase who is looking at his phone now.
"Let's take a walk." I say. He looks up from his phone. "There's no signal."
"Well..duh."
He stood up and joined me. His hands are in his pockets. I quickly spotted the dustbin, I was walking back to him after throwing the boxes when my heel got stuck in the mud and I fell face first to the ground. Fucking heels.
I look up at him, amusement dancing in his eyes. He looks adorable as fuck, but it's not the time. I smile sheepishly at him, he offers his hand to help me up, surprising. I know.
I dust my clothes after standing up. He pulls a leaf out of my hair, his hand touching the bun causing it to fall open. Goddamn. Not feeling like making an effort to tie my hair, I pulled it up in a messy bun in the morning. Regretting the decision right now. My hair is uncontrollable. They're long, too long & thick. Down to my butt. I've thought about cutting them so many times but Luke says I'll regret it right after. I guess he's right.
His eyes widen a bit before going back to normal. He's staring, at my hair. I've never had them open before. They're always tied either in a bun or a braid or some updo.
I go to remove my heels but then he offers me his arm, that is..surprising. "Can't have you falling everytime." He says explaining himself.
"So..what do you look for in an assistant?" I ask him after 5 minutes of complete silence.
"Why?"
"Just for future reference." I shrug.
"As if you'll start doing what I say." He mumbles.
"I'm leaving." I blurt.
He stops walking, making me stop too as I was holding his arm. It's hard. His arm, just so you know.
"What?"
"I'm..uh..leaving the job. Next month. The contract will be up." I explain.
"No." He says.
"What?"
"No you're not leaving." He states.
"Yes I am."
"No."
I remove my hand from his arm. "Oh stop it. It's not like I'm the best assistant. I'm tired of working with you. You're always so grumpy and you don't even thank me for my work or apologize. You're always so mean and you're always working!" I can ramble on and on.
"I'm sorry." He says.
"You're- What?" I ask, am I hearing things?
"I said I'm sorry. I won't give you too much work and I'll not work..always." He says slowly.
"It's not-"
"You can't leave me." He cuts me off. "I'll increase your pay too. Just don't..leave." He continues.
"I but..I'll find you a new assistant. You won't even feel my absence, I assure you."
"No."
"You don't even consider me as your friend let alone like me-"
"I do like you." He cuts me off again. Say what?
"No, you always act like my presence is pissing you off, and you're moody as fuck." I say, exasperated.
"Shut up. You're not leaving. I won't allow it." He says. See!
"Oh come the fuck on!"
"No." He says in his end-of-discussion voice.
I sigh in frustration. What the fuck does this guy wants. One minute he acts like he'll die if I talked to him for one more second and then he acts like..I don't know.
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