My boss is my freaking Ex

Chapter three: Troublesome situation

I went back to my adjacent office after cooling down and had redone my makeup. If I had a choice, I would have ran home like a coward, but then again, he would pester me and threaten to sue me all over again or whatever he’d thought would keep me at bay just so I'd continue playing along with his stupid little game. I heaved a deep sigh of relief when Sally informed me that Xander already went out for an appointment with a client. I didn't even bother explaining to her why I ran like a crazy kid while crying earlier. I sat down at my desk and started doing my job not because I was scared of getting fired—I would jump for joy if that would happen, which, of course not going to happen until he’d get what he wanted—but because I needed a distraction. My mind and heart were in turmoil and I badly needed to do something to ease my mind. I skimmed the files that needed to be sorted. I also checked his appointments for the day and for next week and by looking at it, I realized he was a very busy man. I didn't bother checking everything since I was not interested, but I did check what time was the Executive meeting when I scanned his schedule for that day and saw he’d have a meeting at 4:00P.M, so I’d  know what time he was going to go back so I could go to the bathroom and hide. Yeah, you could say I was a coward because that would be me. I couldn't face him yet. I needed a thorough meditation before facing that evil guy. Maybe I'd drop by my yoga class after work to blow off steam or something. I really wondered how he’d still have a time to play with me. What was his real motive? He seemed angry at me for something. I could feel it no matter how he’d hide it in his cool facade. There was something in his eyes, whenever I’d catch him staring at me. Like anger and sometimes hurt? But, why? I got quite confused. I was the one who got dumped like a slut, wasn't I? Shouldn’t I be the one getting angry here, right? I sighed and debated if I should send him a message to remind him for his four o'clock meeting or not. It was just one o'clock so I’d have plenty of time to think if I should or shouldn’t. Maybe I'd just say I didn't have his number which was lame since Mrs. Smith wrote everything I needed to know that would include his personal number, home address, etc.

Ugh! I'll think of an excuse later...

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I stirred up; feeling something rough was touching my face. I slowly opened the heavy lids of my eyes and saw that someone was leaning close to me. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again to clear my foggy vision and my eyes widened to see Xander so close to me. Impulsively, I jumped off my chair and accidentally hit his face with my head, particularly his nose.

"Awww! What the heck, Abigail!" He hissed while covering his bloody nose.

"Oh, s**t! Your nose is frigging bleeding!" I said in a panic, not knowing what to do.

"You hit it with your friggin' head, of course, it's f*ckin' bleeding! I think you broke my nose!" He spat angrily while glaring at me, who was walking back and forth in the office like some lunatic. "What the hell! Can you stop pacing around and grab me a Goddamn tissue?!"

"Huh? Tissue?" I asked like a retard and gazed at him in confusion.

"Are you an i***t?! Get me some f*ckin' tissue!" He shouted, looking exasperated while trying to stop his nose from bleeding.

"Oh! Yeah... Right!" I looked for the tissue in the drawer of my desk but there was none. I forgot that I didn't bring any except for the spices from Eloise's kitchen cupboard. I hadn't thought of staying for long in his company so I didn't bother bringing some. I peeked at the reception if Sally was there, but the reception desk was empty. It seemed everyone had gone home. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was already past six o'clock. Of course, everyone had gone home. It was already late. I had slept for hours and no one woke me up. I wondered who assisted him during his meeting. Well, that was something I had no interest about. I faced him again with a crooked smile. "Um, I don't have a tissue," I whispered.

"What kind of secretary are you?!" He roared and marched into his office.

"That's why you should just fire me, jerk!" I screamed back.

"Dream on!" I heard him spat while rummaging something in his drawer. "s**t! Where the hell are the tissues and my Goddamn handkerchief!" He growled and looking pissed. I kinda pity him and then an idea came. I went in his office and grabbed his arm, lightly pushing him to sit on his chair.

"Leave me alone,” he grumbled and stared at me darkly.

"Shut up and stay still." I removed his hand that was covering his nose, then I raised the tampons I took from my bag. Luckily I had brought some since my period was just around the corner. Glad to be prepared. I smiled widely when I saw his expression of horror.

"What the f*ck is that?!" He looked really furious. I stifled a laugh and plastered a serious face.

"You've been cursing me a lot, Mr. Hamilton. Watch your language,” I taunted, copying his words. I grinned as I saw him frowned. "Now be a good boy and stay still. I'm gonna put these in your nose so it'll stop bleeding, OK? As you see, this is a tampon." I informed him like I was a teacher instructing a kid while wagging one of the tampons by its string in front of his face.

"I know it's a Goddamn tampon! I asked what are you gonna do with them?!" He asked again, obviously my words didn't process well in his brain. I laughed at his obvious frustration.

"Are you an i***t?  Xander, honey, I've never thought of you as a dumb guy," I said smugly.

"Are you really trying to piss me off?" He glared daggers at me.

"I thought you already knew," I smirked and he scowled at me. I ignored him and grabbed his chin up. "Anyway, don't be such a baby. These will help stop the bleeding," I said and swiftly pushed the tampons in his bloody nostrils a little too harsh.

"Aww!"

"There. Now my conscience is clear," I said and went back to my office. I gathered my stuffs and went to the door to go home.

"Abigail!" He called out and I rolled my eyes again before turning my heels toward his office.

"Yes? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Are you dying?" I mocked, feeling my frustration building. The guy just wouldn't leave me alone.

"Drive me home," he ordered coolly ignoring my sarcastic remark.

"What? I hit your nose not your head, right? I'm your secretary and not your frigging driver," I grumbled, feeling my irritation growing.

"I can't drive since you broke my nose," he complained like a spoiled rotten brat, looking kinda hilarious with the tampons in his nose. If our situation was normal I might roll on the floor and laugh about his lame excuse. He can't drive because I broke his nose? Is his nose the one driving the car? What a stupid, ridiculous thing to say, I thought to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Then call your driver or do you want me to call?"

"I don't have a driver."

"What?! You're a f*cking CEO and you don't have a driver?" I asked, incredulously.

"Your language,” he warned.

"I'll curse whenever I want. Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do! And you! You curse like it's a prayer too, so don't lecture me about what comes out of my mouth," I hissed venomously.

He sighed before he spoke again. "I don't like having a driver and If I'd known that you're gonna injure me today I should have hired a driver or better a 24/7 doctor or a bodyguard since you look like you're always plotting an evil plan on how to kill me," he accused, but he had a smirk on his face. A giggle escaped my mouth before I could even stop myself. I cleared my throat and spoke again.

"Just take a cab. I'll call now."

"How cruel. You broke my nose, but you wouldn't even give me a ride? Don't you have any conscience?" My ears burned hearing him say the word conscience. I wanted to spit that word in his face. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to ask him if he even had a tiny bit of conscience when he left me without a word eleven years ago. He didn't even have the decency to properly dump me. He could've said; Abby, let's break up. I don't like you anymore or Abby, thanks for giving your virginity, let's break up. But I wouldn't give him more satisfaction of knowing how hurt I was because of what he did.

"Who told you to startle me in my sleep anyway? So, it's not my fault in the first place."

"If you should know, I've been considerate with you. I had a meeting which you should have reminded me. It's a good thing that I got back before the schedule. I didn't scold you and even didn't bother your sleep since you look dead tired. You were even drooling on your desk—"

"No, I did not!" I objected harshly and I was awarded by his hearty laughter. I shook my head as it was getting clouded by his stupid mere laugh. This man was dangerous since I couldn't keep calm and think straight whenever I was with him.

"Anyway, Sally took the responsibility to facilitate the meeting, which was your job, by the way. I think Sally deserves to have your salary since I notice she's been doing most of your job."

"Then you could've woken me up earlier."

"I didn't have the heart to wake you up since you were sleeping soundly. I even heard you snore,” he jested, smirking.

"Yeah.. You don't have the heart.." I whispered to myself inaudibly.

"What?"

"I said I don't snore."

"If you say so. Anyway, just give me a damn ride and there will be no nonsense arguments,” he said arrogantly.

"Fine! But give me my frigging tampons back!" I hissed and pulled the strings a little too forcefully and marched out of the office.

"s**t! One of these days, I'm really gonna file a lawsuit against you, Ms. Wilson." I heard him complained and I annoyingly turned around and glared at him impassively.

"Sue for what?" I asked while putting both of my hands on my hips.

"For physical injuries and attempted murder,” he said with his signature smirk.

"Ha! I guess I should plan how to murder you in an accurate manner from now on so you can't sue me, right Mr. Hamilton?" I smiled at him wickedly and he just chuckled in response. "Hurry up. We'll use my car," I said and walked out.

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I turned on the stereo of my car and drive quietly to his home at Holmby Hills in Bel-Air. It would take about thirty minutes by driving from Central Avenue to there. I changed the channel when the song, I don't wanna miss a thing, played on. It was a song which Xander sang to me on my fifteenth birthday. It was a shitty memory and probably he had forgotten about it already. I made a quick glance at him and saw him looking at me with a weird look.

"What?" I uttered, and looked away. My brow furrowed when the next song that played next was, Teardrops on my guitar by Talyor Swift. I just turned off the stereo. That song was not bad, but it was ironically taunting my broken heart.

"Are you an anti-love song?" He asked seriously afterward, but I could tell that he was smiling.

"No. I just don't like the songs that are playing right now," I replied curtly without glancing at him.

"Someone broke your heart?" He asked softly and my head whisked harshly to glare at him. Is he mocking me?!

"Yeah. I suppose you knew?" I said sarcastically and briefly I saw the hurt in his eyes appeared, too brief that I couldn't be sure if I'd really seen it. I just shrugged off the stupid idea and focused on my driving, then I remember his broken nose. "Anyway, don't you wanna go to a hospital? If I really did break your nose, you should see a doctor." I winced as I heard my worried voice. I glanced at him again and he was staring at me intently. s**t! Now, he's gonna think I'm still into him. I shook my head. But you are still into him, right Abby? My annoying subconscious interjected. My brow wrinkled even more just by that thought.

"No. I'm alright. I think your head wasn't that thick to break my nose," he jested, but I didn't feel the humor in it. He sounded strange so I kept my mouth shut and we drove to his home in an awkward silence. I was thankful when we finally arrived at the front of his place, but got so stunned to see his breathtaking house. It was a contemporary three-level, glass-encased compound that boasted panoramic views of the Hollywood Hills, framed on all sides by mature trees and greenery.

"Let's go inside," he said coolly while grabbing his Armani black leather briefcase and went out of the car. I ignored him and started my car, but he leaned his head in the open passenger seat. "I said let's get in. Are you deaf?" He gave me a serious look. What's this wicked guy cooking? I eyed him surreptitiously.

"Do you want me to hit your head so your stupid brain will function? Why would I go in your house?" I blurted incredulously.

"What a barbarous woman you are. Always thinking about brutality," he muttered in amusement. "Just a reminder, Ms. Wilson, I didn't sue you for punching me and inflicting physical injuries, including now—he said pointing his nose. I winced when I saw the dried blood on his expensive white shirt and his khaki suit jacket.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No. As I said, a reminder." He smiled at me which was really irritating me to the maximum level.

"Hey, you frigging bastard if you're planning on thinking about something---"

"Oh, C'mon, Abigail. Are you thinking about something perverted? I won't do anything to you which you don't like, Trust me, if something might or will happen to us, you definitely liked it," he said smugly.

"What! You egoistic son-of-a-b***h!" I burst out in anger.

"Your language, Ms. Wilson. Remember, I am still your boss. Don't I get some respect here?"

"Respect your ass!" I hissed.

"So, you won't obey me?" He asked again and I just shot him my dagger stare. He sighed and dialed on his phone which he took from his pocket. I eyed him curiously. "Hello, Jack. I guess I might need your service, after all," he uttered, and glanced at me with his wicked grin. My eyes widened. Jack Moore was his frigging lawyer, who called me yesterday.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous. Xander was different from the boy I knew before, so I couldn’t know if he was being serious or just bluffing. Either way, I couldn't afford anyone pressing charges on me. Ugh! Granny please just forgive me already so I can get away with this unlikable situation.

"So, do you wanna talk to my lawyer or do you wanna go in?" he asked me cockily.

"Fine!" I exclaimed, and killed my car engine and got out. I closed my car door too forcefully that it might tear off from its body.

"Sorry for the bother, Jack. Ms. Wilson and I came to an agreement so I won't be needing your service for now. I'll keep you posted if the need arises again," he laughed while listening to the other line before ending the call. "Come," he ushered me inside his gorgeous house and I followed behind him with my alarm signal on alert, but when we got in his lawn I couldn't stop myself from admiring the exterior and the interior of the house. The main entrance looked dramatic, offering an immense motor court and impressive 20 feet high canopy. He led me to the luxurious spacious living room, with its earth-toned color scheme, floor to ceiling glass, and soaring 20 feet high ceiling, tailor-made for displaying large-scale artwork with a direct access to the terraces and custom-tiled infinity pool and into the ultra-spacious kitchen that featured a state-of-the-art design with integrated lighting.

"Why am I in the kitchen?" I asked him with a curious look.

"You're gonna make me some dinner," he said the words in a matter-of-fact tone like that wouldn't make me mad.

"You're beyond ridiculous! First, you made me your driver. Then next, your cook? Can I look at my job title again? Maybe I read it wrong?" I ranted sardonically and he just glared at me while raising his phone, acting like he was about to make a phone call. The bastard is blackmailing me!

"I'll just take a shower and change. Cook something delicious," he ordered and went out of the kitchen but went back again. "And Abby, don't put any crazy stuff in it." He didn't wait for my reply and disappeared. I sighed, feeling beat. Now what shall I cook for that bastard? I went to his built-in refrigerator to check. There were plenty of meat, but I decided to grab the chicken breast. I should try to cook the Italian recipe which Eloise and I recently learned through online surfing. I was glad to see  that there was kale and the other ingredients needed to cook my recipe. I checked the cupboard for the olive oil and was surprised to see that there was more than one bottle of it. Everything seemed to be here so I grabbed the apron I found in one of the kitchen cabinets and rolled my sleeves up. I sliced the kale thinly after washing it, then I put the thin slices in a pot of boiling, salted water. I waited for 5 minutes, then I drained it and run under cold water, squeezed dry and transfer to a bowl. I then grabbed the diced tomatoes and stir in and the shredded Fortina cheese. I cut a deep pocket in center of each breast, I stuffed them with kale mixture and seasoned it. Lastly, I heated the two tablespoons of olive oil in skillet and added the chicken and cooked it until well browned. I waited for about 15 minutes. Then voila! My Italian Flag chicken recipe was done.

"Smells good..." I turned around to see him wearing a blue cotton shirt that hugged his muscular physique and gray sweat pants that hanged low to his waist. His sandy hair was still wet. He looked so damn sexy and delicious that I might end up eating him instead of my aromatic Italian dish.

Holy mackerel! I have to go now or I'll end up putting him on my plate for dinner!

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