Married to my worst nightmare

Chapter 4.

“Oh god, you are so silly, how could you even think of getting up like that?” he says with his voice tinged with frustration as he tries to examine my head.

“If you had knocked on the door like normal people, Mr. Rossi, I wouldn't have been scared when I heard your voice” I tell him as I rub the bump, damn, it really hurts, I feel dizzy, and having my boss so close doesn't help, for God's sake, why does this man make me so upset?

“Let me take a good look at you" he says as he starts to inspect the bruise: "Does it hurt here?” At that moment he squeezes the swollen area and I cry out in deep pain, f**k! it's a horrible pain, worse than a root canal.

“Oh! that hurts, don't touch it please” I tell him while I try to push him away from me.

“If you weren't so absent-minded these things wouldn't happen to you, come on, we'll go to a doctor to check you out” he says without letting go of me keeping his hand on my cheek and looking me straight in the eyes with an intensity that makes me feel self-conscious with his presence.

Suddenly someone enters my office, it's Olivia and when she notices the situation all the color leaves her face, it's not every day you enter your boss's office and see her on top of the desk with your boss almost on top of her and her breathing agitated by the blow, but she doesn't know that.

She seems shocked by the situation when she suddenly reacts and says to me: “I'm sorry, I... I was just dropping these papers off for Miss Evans.”

She turns to look at the carpet as if it was the eighth wonder of the world while her cheeks turn bright red.

I get out of the stupor of the moment and walking away from Nathaniel, I stand up from the desk while I walk towards her and say: “Don't worry, it's okay, give me the papers” I hold out my hand and she hands them to me.

“It's the budget according to the materials on the Paris shelf" she says trying to appear professional, but I know that Nathaniel's presence upsets her: "well, that's all, I'm leaving... see you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Olivia, see you tomorrow.” I tell her and once the door is closed I go back to my desk to put the documents there.

“Let's go, we'll see the doctor, I'll call him to let him know we'll be there” Nathaniel says suddenly.

“No, I'm fine, besides I have to go pick up my daughter” I tell him while I try to put in order the documents that are to blame for my misfortune.

“We will go for the girl and then to a friend who is a doctor, you have a very swollen bump” He insists.

For God's sake, what a foolish man!

“Mr. Rossi, I thank you for your concern but I already told you that it is not necessary, besides, with my salary and the expenses for the lawyer and the paperwork due to the adoption, I cannot afford the consultation with your doctor at this moment” I refute him, this man doesn't understand that I am fine.

“Let's go, Miss Evans, we have to go pick up your daughter” He tells me through gritted teeth, what I didn't know is that Nathaniel wouldn't leave things like that.

I hurry to pick up all my things, my bag, my tablet, a tube with my designs, and Nathaniel seeing everything I'm carrying helps me with my designs.

Once out of my office, we walk to the elevator, the few workers that are still in the company look at us surprised, it is obvious that they know about the article and are confused, our boss has never had a formal relationship and it is practically impossible to believe that someone as common and ordinary as me has caught him. I try to pull out all the poise I have and walk trying not to see anyone, once in the elevator, I notice that we are the only ones and I get nervous about being in such a small space with my boss.

Officially they are the longest minutes of my life and as we exit the elevator to the reception, we say goodbye to Andrea, she is the general receptionist of the building and another faithful lover of the boss like Miranda, when she sees us together she doesn't look very happy either.

Once in the parking lot, he asks me: “Which is your car?”

“That one” I tell him pointing to a Mercedes which has seen better years, when I turn to see my boss he has the impression engraved on his face.

“Seriously? You can't call that a car anymore, for God's sake, it must be a miracle that it starts!” He says to me while directing his disapproving look at me.

“Excuse me, Mr. Rossi, but not all of us can afford to change vehicles every year” I tell him angrily, who does he think he is to criticize my car?

“You are right, Miss Evans, but you will notice that this car is not safe to transport a baby” He is right about that argument, but there is nothing I can do about it.

“Look Mr. Rossi, I know you are right but this is the only thing I could get, we were going to change it once Mary was born, but as you can see, the expenses for two today are only on me and while this whole situation is over I can't afford to change vehicles.”

Nathaniel remains silent for a moment until he says: "You are right, but I will not get into that deadly machine.”

“If you want, I'll give you my address and I'll meet you there.”

He smiles at me and just says: “Give me your keys, Miss Evans.”

I don't understand his request but he is my boss so I accept and give the keys to him, he raises his hand and calls his driver who has been standing next to the limo since we entered the parking lot. He hands him my keys and says something in such a low voice that I can't hear. When he moves away, his driver leaves with my keys and I see that he hands them to someone else.

I don't know what is going on and when I look at Nathaniel for answers he just says to me: “I already took care of it, we will go in my limo and Javier will take your car, don't worry.”

I am overwhelmed by this man.

“Thank you sir but I don't want to cause any more inconvenience for this day, I'll go in my car and I'll meet you at my apartment.”

He just looks at me as if he was surprised and from one moment to the next that expression of surprise turns to frustration and he says to me: “Are you going to refute for every single thing?” he comes closer to me and places his hand firmly on my lower back practically sticking me to him, I can't even breathe because of his closeness: “as I already told you, Miss Evans, Javier is going to take your car and you will travel with me, understood?”

I only manage to nod my head, this man is crazy, how can he think of invading other people's personal space like this?

I’m going crazy…