14.
Whatever personality transplant Mr. Morrentti seemed to have gotten that night must have failed because come Monday, he was back to his cold stoic self. He had been particularly moody and demanding today.
I knew I was drawn to him in a way I couldn't afford to be.
It was like a moth to a flame, only I knew what the end result was going to be unlike the moth.
No matter how hard I tried to fight it, my attraction towards him, I couldn't. He was simply irresistible.
Everything about him, even from the way his thumbs moved over his phone was sexy.
One thing that wasn't sexy or alluring was that fucking attitude of his.
The way he spoke to his employees, especially me, disgusted me.
It made me feel even worse knowing Ophelia suffered this treatment nearly every day.
So, even though I was extremely attracted to him, his personality was a total buzzkill.
I'd only been standing in for Ophi around three weeks.
Luckily for me, Ophelia was officially coming back in four weeks.
For some odd reason, they were cutting the trip short.
She had tried to explain over FaceTime but our connection got cut.
Either way, I wasn't complaining. The lying could finally stop and I could get back to my life.
The semester was officially over. I had written all my exams and if I was successful, I'd be able to take the bar exam.
I was extremely anxious. My future was quite literally just a big fat heavy question mark looming over my shoulder everywhere I went. I found myself refreshing my grades at every chance I could get despite knowing the final grades weren't going to be distributed any time soon.
The pressure in my chest hadn't lessened after finals.
There was no moment of relief and everyday as I waited for the grades, the weight got heavier.
In the past, I had Ophelia who could bring me back from the edge I was constantly on.
We would binge watch romance films and order loads of takeout that we knew we wouldn't be able to finish but swore we could.
Now, she was in Bali living out her own film and I didn't want to ruin that.
With that being said, it would definitely help if a certain CEO could relax and back off. I could handle one-worded answers and clipped tones. On the other hand, I could not handle insults and rude behavior.
"Bring the summary of our meeting with Mr. Randilo." I stared at the phone from which his voice rang out. I quickly stood, picking up the folder with me as I moved to make my way to his office.
The door was slightly ajar. I peeked my head in between the space, trying to get a view as to whether it was appropriate to enter or not.
I swallowed slowly as I caught sight of him.
He was leaned back in his office chair, his legs slightly spread out in front of him.
His head was cocked to the side, as a few curls fell over his forehead.
His whiskey eyes trailed up as I neared him.
As his eyes moved, I felt heat follow the direction he made.
Every inch of my skin felt alight by his mere stare. His index finger twirled the corded phone wire slowly, almost tantalizing, as I neared. Flustered, I placed the folder on his desk and made my way outside.
"Coffee." I stopped midway for the briefest of seconds before I carried onto the direction to the kitchen.
If this were my job, I would have marched to my desk and carried on with my work. I didn't take well to being ordered around as if I was his pet. Fortunately, it wasn't my place to do so. It was Ophelia's and until then, all I had to do was bite my tongue.
Once the coffee was done pouring, I made my way to his office.
He was standing, facing the tall glass windows.
It had started to rain lightly, the small droplets slowly making their way down the glass.
Hoping to make a stealthy escape, I made my way to the side of his desk, quickly placing the cup onto the coaster.
"FUCK!" He yelled, as he threw his phone at the wall behind me. I flinched and let out an embarrassing yelp as I saw the object fly past me.
We looked at each other in shock. He looked utterly speechless. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. His hands were clenched into tight fists, hanging at his sides. I could feel the knot in my chest tighten and my hands begin to shake accompanied by a piercing white hot pain.
His blazing eyes trailed downwards and his jaw tightened as they focused on his desk. I followed his gaze and gasped at the sight below my hovering hands.
Black hot liquid spread over his laptop and several documents, including the file I brought him.
My right hand was red from the coffee falling over it throughout all the commotion.
Alarm bells started ringing in my head as my eyes ran over the damage.
His laptop was completely fried, sitting in a pile of black filter coffee.
The documents were soaked. I prayed they were not original copies, but who am I kidding? No one. They most likely were.
My body sprang into action as I pulled loads of Kleenex's from the corner of his desk and spread them onto the documents.
I picked up his laptop out of the small puddle, pressing the on button.
Throughout my attempt to fix my mess, he stood there almost entranced as he observed me.
He was most likely thinking of what he'd say to fire me.
"I am so sorry. I'll buy you a new laptop. I swear and I'll go reprint all the documents. If there's originals-"
"Come here."
"I'll see to it myself that I get them resigned. I'll explain everyth-"
"Ophelia, shut up and come here.", he snapped as he bent to open his left lower desk drawer. I stepped closer, feeling the knot in my chest worsen. He straightened as he breathed out a curse and grabbed my left hand, directing me out of his office.
My mind was going a mile a minute. His back was to me as he walked briskly in the direction of the elevators. I felt myself deflate as I thought of how I would tell Ophelia she got fired and was personally led out by the CEO.
That thought quickly diminished into confusion as he brought me past the elevator and into the kitchen.
He opened the faucet and placed my hand under the slightly cool water as he rummaged through the cupboards.
I examined him as he opened and closed the cabinets, a small frown marring his dark features.
"Finally.", he muttered under his breath as he approached me with the tiny first aid kit in his hands.
I leaned my hip on the counter as I faced him sideways, my hand still under the faucet.
He quickly pulled out a burn relief cream as well as a gauze and a bandage.
He gently took my hand out from the water and patted it dry with dry paper towel.
He applied the cream gently, so soft to the point I thought I was imagining him doing it in the first place.
"I think I'll be okay. I don't need the gauze and the bandage. I don't think it's that bad.", I pulled my hand away as he moved to place the small gauze pad.
"Give me your hand, Ophelia."
His features were annoyed. It was obvious. If I were him, I'd be annoyed too. His laptop was done for and his papers were no longer good. I didn't want to be more of nuisance than I already have been.
"No, really. Just the cream is okay." I smiled as wide as I could to show I was fine.
He gave me a deadpanned look as he pulled my right hand towards him, gently placing the gauze.
I watched how his think manly hands worked the bandage gently around my hand with precision.
His dark tattoos contrasted with the white bandage in a somewhat tempting matter.
He manipulated my hand to his desire, his pressure determined yet soft not wanting to hurt the tender skin.
When he was nearly done, I looked up at him. His eyes were focused, zeroed in on the job he was doing. They were controlled like his hands. Tell you what, if CEO or modelling didn't work out for him, he might just have a natural call for medicine.
Once he was done, he moved to replace all the equipment back into the first aid kit. He walked to the cabinet it was previously in and opened it. His face was hidden behind the doors.
"I'll buy you a new laptop." The doors slammed with a loud bang. He turned to face me and I saw how truly angry he was with the whole ordeal. "I know you're mad. I really am sorry. I promise I'll get-"
"Enough." he snapped as he ran a hand through his dark curls, pushing them back.
"No. Tell me what you need and I'll do it. Were there originals?"
"You know what I need, Ophelia?" he sneered. "I need you to-"
"Don't call me that.", I said lowly as I cut him off, my gaze on his shiny dress shoes. In all but three steps, those shoes were suddenly toe to toe with mine. He gently pushed my chin upwards.
"I'll call you what I want." His voice was low and gravelly.I raised my chin in indignation, looking anywhere but at him, as his arms caged around me gripping tightly onto the counter behind.
"It's not professional."
I could feel myself shaking. The pressure on my chest was at its ultimate weight, overthinking every little thing playing out.
The energy in the room was thick. Our chests were rising and falling in heavy breaths as we tried to soak it in.
I could feel a slow wave of tingles overtake my body as I registered how close we were.
"Fuck professional."
My gaze snapped towards him in surprise.
Our bodies, almost like magnets, inched closer together slowly with every second.
His eyes flickered between both of mine, searching for something, before they settled on my lips.
Almost as if second nature, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and softly bit down on it.
He let out a soft groan before he wrapped one arm around my waist pulling me towards him.
I had barely enough time to appreciate the contour of his body pressed against mine before he dipped his head and kissed me.
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