My boss is my freaking Ex

Chapter two: The crazy plan

I was overly pissed as I went out of a club at Hollywood Boulevard, enjoying with some friends, dancing and drinking when Xander's legal advisor called to threaten me. I didn't go to work earlier that day either and that egoistic son-of-a-b***h just couldn't leave me alone. He even ordered his damn lawyer to pester me right when I was having fun. Suddenly, I felt not in the mood to party and just decided to go home. I kicked my Gucci knee-high boots as soon as I enter the guest room of Eloise's place and plumped down on the bed. I got so damn furious because that frigging bastard threatened to sue me if I still wouldn’t come to work tomorrow and it would be my last warning since I’d been absent for two consecutive days already. s**t! I need a plan. I can't let that asshole play me around his fingers!  That night I twist and turn on the bed while thinking of a plan when my phone rang again. I absent-mindedly answered it without looking who the caller was.

"Hello?"

"Abby... I missed you..." My brow furrowed as I recognized Nathan's voice. How the hell did he get my number? I changed my phone number because of him. He was my boyfriend six months ago. We just lasted for two months or so because I got suffocated by him. He was just too possessive and the fact that I couldn’t trust men led to our breakup. I kinda hate men to be exact, but I thought I'd try another relationship to change that, yet it just didn't work so I broke up with him, but it seemed like he still couldn't get over me or maybe he couldn't since he didn't get me to bed yet. That's what men are... They’d go crazy over you at first, but when they get what they wanted from you, they would throw you like some useless trash.

"Nathan, can't you put it inside your thick skull that we're over? Why are you calling me?" The annoyance in my voice was very audible and I heard him sigh. I felt pity for him, but if I become too nice to him, he’d take that in a wrong way and pester me nonstop.

"I'm sorry... I just can't accept it... That we're over. I love you and I want us back—"

"No way. I don't love you, Nathan. I never did. So please leave me alone. I have so many problems to deal with right now and I don't want you to add to it," I said in a firm voice. It was mean, but I had to. He was acting like a stalker already and it was getting on my nerves.

"I can help. Just tell me what you want." I rolled my eyeballs in annoyance. He was so persistent. This could be the reason that I would never love him. No matter how I’d tell him I don’t want it or I don’t like it, he’d still force me to have it. I didn't even like him the slightest and it got me to wonder how I even put up with him for two months. I just couldn't imagine. He had been just plain crazy and should see a shrink. He got overly obsess to have me and sometimes it would get creepy.

"No, Nathan. Please stop this. Stop acting like a fool because it won't get us back."

"Please Abby... Please give me another chance... I'll change myself so you'll like me again," he begged, but I was getting irritated. He just didn't know when to quit. I had to change my number again.

"Nathan, you're good-looking, smart, and rich. A lot of girls will swoon over you. Don't just focus on me. I will never love a man again, you should know that."

"No. I want you," he insisted and dropped the call in an instant. I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to think of my plan and it hit me. I smiled as my naughty brain worked just as I needed it. So, Alexander Hamilton, be prepared! If I can't quit this damn job, then I'll make you fire me... I laughed wickedly as I just made a crazy, but perfect plan.

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I had taken my time in dressing up since getting late wouldn't put me to jail, right? I sneered while applying my bloody-red lipstick, a symbol of my impending battle. Xander just declared a war against me and I wouldn't raise the damn white flag to satisfy his ego. I dressed to kill today, hoping it would kill Xander literally. He had been my most hated person on the entire planet including the universe. He ruined my teenage life as I mopped during my entire high school life like someone mourning at a funeral when he broke my young heart into a tiny little pieces. Enough brooding already, I told myself inwardly and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I looked absolutely gorgeous, no doubt about that. I was wearing a white semi-fitted button-down blouse—three buttons were intentionally opened. I paired it with my Dior orange neon mini coral skirt, and three inches high black leather ankle boots. My long shapely legs were covered with sheer black stockings that had my slender legs. Then, I let my long auburn hair fell loosely just above my back. I promised I’d let him drool at my feet and at the same time, I'd make his life a living hell or at least I hoped he would.  Now, let the plan begins...

"Hi, Sally!" I greeted the young receptionist jovially as I reached the executive floor, not caring that I was an hour late. She looked surprised, worried, and at the same time I could see the admiration in her eyes as she skimmed my appearance. I smiled contentedly as I got the same reactions from the other employees, especially the men as soon as I entered the Hamilton Building.

"Er.. Hi, Ms. Wilson. It's good to see you're finally back, but Mr. Hamilton has been expecting you an hour ago and, er, um, you're very late,” she said and gave me an awkward smile.

"Oh, please call me, Abby. I thought we’d agreed about that last time, oh and don't fuss about such thing. I'll take care of Mr. Hamilton." I winked at her, leaving Sally with her mouth dropped and went to the adjacent room which was my office. I was about to sit down when the intercom buzzed. With my eyes rolled, I nonchalantly answered it, "Yes?"

"Come to my office,” he ordered and cut the line without waiting for my response. I rolled my eyeballs once more and stuck my tongue out at the Venetian blind which was covering the glass door that separated us. I lazily walked toward the glass door and plastered a sweet smile on my face before I opened it.

"Good Morning, Sir," I greeted him as soon as I entered his opulent office. I saw him giving me a quick appraisal and his eyes became dark with desire, but it quickly disappeared. He eyed me grimly.

"I see you've finally decided to show up after two days of absence and now you're late?" He looked calm, but I could sense his irritation and anger which he was obviously keeping at bay.

"Oh, my Gee! I'm so sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I had an itsy bitsy problem on the way here." I acted troubled and saw his brow wrinkled.

"And what was that?"

"Well, as I was driving my ass here, I took my time contemplating on how I shall get my ass fired and the first idea came to my mind. I decided to be late since you hate it and I can see it's kinda effective since you look pissed. So, am I fired now?" I gave him another innocent sweet smile with puppy eyes. His expression changed. It appeared like he didn't know how to react. He somewhat looked amused, but irritated at the same time at my obvious drama.

"No,” he said curtly. “The only thing that's gonna be on fire is your damn chair as you will be working your ass starting today without leaving your Goddamn chair until you've done all the things that you should've done while you were absent,” he said, smirking at me.

Bastard! Let's see who's gonna be on fire... I smiled at him again, ignoring what he said. "Sure. Coffee?" His brow furrowed a bit, surprised and suspicious of my sudden change of tactic. "What? You think I'm gonna poison you or something?" I laughed at his expression.

"Fine, did Mrs. Smith inform you of my coffee preference?" he asked, still looking suspicious.

"Of course, I know it very well. Black, no cream, and a teaspoon of sugar, am I right, Sir?" He just nodded, so I slowly went out of his office, flaunting my ass that got defined perfectly because of my mini skirt and had showed my long, shapely legs. A smile formed on my lips when I heard him sigh. I hurried toward the coffee table at the far corner of my office and made his mojo coffee. Well, it was, for me. I giggled as I took some things out in my bag which I brought from Eloise's kitchen. I sprinkled lots of rock salt, black pepper, and my secret weapon, hot chili sauce. I poured all the contents while giggling like a wicked witch.

"Ta-dah! My masterpiece..." I whispered to myself while stirring the dark liquid. I plastered my best poker-face before I entered his office again, but I almost dropped the coffee mug when I saw Xander. He looked serene and young like the boy I used to love. His eyes were closed while he reclined his head on his swivel chair. His sandy hair was tousled in a messy wave of curls like he just raked through it or something. He looked oh so boyish and innocent right at that moment and I wanted to run my fingers on his sexy chiseled face and rake my fingers through his already rumpled hair.

"Did I pass your assessment, Ms. Wilson?" I stifled a gasp when he opened his eyes and spoke. His blue eyes met my surprised hazel eyes and gave me a cheeky grin. I discreetly expelled a mouthful of air, calming myself. Good. I like him better like this. A jackass. It gave me a control over myself and not run to him like a complete fool. That would satisfy his male ego. I smiled back and gracefully glided toward his table. Two can play this game and I reckoned I will not lose to this asshole.

"Nah, you know I like the nerdy type of guys and not some cocky looking bastards," I said sardonically, giving him my sweetest smile. I caught a glimpse of hurt crossed his handsome face like he was remembering something painful, but I wasn't sure since it was so brief and he became impassive while staring at me.

"Really... It's bringing me back to the past—"

"Here. Drink some coffee. It might relieve some of your stress," I said, cutting him off and placed the cup of coffee on his desk. I didn't want to talk about the f*cking past. My water dam might break and my eyes would flood. I would be so glad if only that would drown this gorgeous jerk with it. He stared at me briefly and shook his head.

"Yeah, I'm so damn stressed. I just don't know who's causing it...," he whispered meaningfully and my eyes widened in anticipation as he slowly took a sip of his mojo coffee. I grinned widely as I saw his facial expression changed and contorted dramatically. "What the f**k!" He hissed angrily and spat out some of the dark liquid he swallowed. "s**t! Hot! Water!" He shouted angrily at me while fanning his mouth. He just looked so damn hilarious as his face turned red and his mouth wide open. He was even hopping as if it would ease away the spicy coffee he drank.

"Hot water? You want hot water, Sir?" I asked innocently while trying to stifle a giggle.

"No! Are you trying to kill me?! Give me a Goddamn water! Cold f*cking water!" He shouted, steaming and I could already see an imaginary hot smoke coming out of his nose and ears like in the cartoons when a villain would get angry. "Don't f*cking put anything strange in it or I'll kill you, hear me?!" I giggled, but when I saw his deadly stare I bit my tongue to stop myself from rolling on the floor and laugh.

"Sir, yes, Sir!" I saluted and winked at him.

"Go! Goddamn it!" He roared, his face was burning red. I stifled another laugh and ran back to my office and filled the glass of water. I giggled. I damn well knew that Xander couldn't tolerate anything spicy. I went back to him and acted that I tripped and spilled the water on his face.

"Oh my Gee! I'm so sorry, Sir. I'm so clumsy," I said seriously, but I couldn't keep a straight face. I could clearly see his face turning dark. He harshly grabbed the glass of water from my hand and gulped the remaining water from it. I couldn't hold it anymore. I laughed my heart out. He was just so damn funny.

"Do you think this is funny?" He glowered at me after regaining his composure and I looked at him innocently, acting like I was thinking and considering his question.

"Umm.. Well.. Yeah? I know you look funny. If only you can just see yourself. I'm like watching an animated show or something. I never thought you could be a comedian. Oh s**t! I should've taken a video." I slapped my forehead and laughed loudly.

"I can see you're finding this funny, Ms. Wilson..." I stopped from laughing and my eyes widened in alarm when I saw him stepping toward me. I quickly backed away, but he was fast. He grabbed me by my waist and slammed my butt on his desk and put his hands on both sides of my hips, pinning me so I couldn't escape his grasp. I gulped nervously. We were so damn close and I could hear his harsh breathing. s**t! I haven't seen him got angry before and seeing it right now is kinda scary. "I see you haven't changed at all, Abigail. You still have this naughty side of you and you need to be punished so you'll behave like a good girl," he whispered softly in my ear, but I could sense his vehemence. I let out a gasp when he bit my earlobe.

"W-w-hat the hell!" I pushed him, but he didn't budge at all. He was so damn strong and I couldn't think straight as he was so frigging close. His nose was brushing mine and his lips were teasing my upper lip. I closed my mouth tightly. No way in hell I'm gonna let this bastard kiss me!

"You're liking this, aren't you Abby?" He whispered huskily and ran his tongue playfully on my upper lip, then my lower lip and he tried to push my lips apart using his tongue. I shook my head to clear my mind and to move my face away from him, but he stilled it with his big hands. I was losing it. He was so damn irresistible. I could even smell his delicious minty breath. No! My mind screamed in protest. I couldn't let this happen. I raised my right knee to kick him, but he was quick. He predicted my actions and held both of my knees. He then forcibly parted my thighs and placed himself between them and pressing my back to his desk. I shivered as I felt the cold glass of his desk pressing my back. I gasped a protest when I felt his warm hands squeezed my left thigh, but he took that opportunity to kiss me roughly while his tongue was playing the inside of my mouth. He was punishing me, but why did I like it? Because you still love him, silly! My subconscious sneered at me. I shook my head to clear my mind, but his playful hands skimmed my body, clouding my senses again. I moaned involuntarily when he started kneading my right breast. s**t! s**t! s**t! I was burning already and couldn’t control myself anymore. So, I grabbed his neck and raked my hand through his hair. I'd been subconsciously dying to do it since we‘d met again for the first time since a decade ago. Throwing my inhibitions away, I responded to his hot kiss fervently. He tasted so damn good. I could even taste the mixture of a salty, bitter coffee in his tongue and a bit of the spicy hot sauce which I found sexy. I heard him groan and it made me want him more. I dropped my hands from his hair and neck down to his toned wide shoulders and down to his chest, his abs—then, suddenly the phone rang loudly like a bomb and woke me up. My eyes widened in horror as my senses went back and my fervent desire slowly died down. I breathed heavily while I tried to push him as strongly as I could. I was glad when he let me go and moved away from his desk, leaving me on top of his desk, sprawled uncomfortably and feeling wet down below.

"s**t!" He uttered, sounding irritated as he heaved a deep sigh and raked his hand through his already messy hair from my wild fingers grasping it not a while ago. My whole body blushed when my eyes came across his arousal. I quickly raised my eyes to meet his. His blue eyes were dilated and turned dark, almost black. They were burning with fervent desire while staring at me intensely. He shook his head and looked away as he answered the phone that was continuously ringing at the moment. "What?!" He hissed on the phone. I sat up and hurriedly fix my rumpled clothes. I straightened my skirt which was pulled up high above my thigh, showing a glimpse of my black underwear. Then my hands went to my blouse and shakily fumbled with the buttons of my blouse which I didn't realize was already halfway opened, showing my black lacy brassiere that pushed my full breast up to form a lush cleavage. "Don't send her in. I'm busy." I heard him spat out; probably it was Sally informing him of a client or a visitor or whatever since I wasn't in my table to answer her call. I didn't give a damn. I sighed harshly as I found it hard to button my blouse and it surprised me when he came to me and whisked my hands away, buttoning my blouse instead of me. I didn't notice that he was finished talking on the phone already.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands away from me you bastard!" I hissed angrily, but he just ignored me and easily finished buttoning my blouse with his deft fingers and patted it just between my breasts.

"Done. Now you look decent." He smiled boyishly and it left me speechless. "You're kinda distracting me with all the fumbling and this..." He whispered huskily while pinching my crimson cheeks not with blush-on, but with embarrassment as I just did something slutty in his office specifically on his Goddamn desk! "Now, go, before I lose my control again and..." He teased and ran his long slender fingers on my nape. My eyes widened in horror and ran toward the door instinctively. I blushed even more when I heard him chuckle when I almost fell on my face when I tripped.

"f**k," I quietly hissed, but he heard it.

"Watch your mouth, Abby or I'll teach you another lesson which you can't escape from," he warned and I risked a glance in his direction and saw his dark stare. I grabbed the door knob harshly and step out of his office, slightly trembling. I got scared, but not of him, but of myself as I finally realized my desire for him was intense and uncontrollable. If it would continue, I’d surely end up sleeping with him in no time, and that was what he was aiming for. I knew it. Just like eleven years ago. He left me right after he took what he wanted from me. I didn't notice my eyes were brimming with tears already. I ran toward the restroom, ignoring Sally when she called for my name. That bastard! He hired me to be his secretary for this single purpose. To repeat what he did to me... How can he be this cruel? What did I do to him to deserve this? I loved him. He was the first guy I have ever loved...

I faced the mirror and I cringed at my pitiful reflection. My eyes were bloodshot from crying and my eye makeup looked a bit smudged in spite of using waterproof cosmetics, I guessed from my excessive rubbing. I splashed the water on my face, removing my makeup. I sighed heavily at what I saw in the mirror. I looked so damn vulnerable…

So my crazy plan didn't work after all...

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