Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I swung open the door, smacking it into the wall with a loud thud. He was sitting in his chair, his elbows placed on the desk with his head resting in between his strong hands. He didn’t even startle, as if he was expecting me to trail in after him. He peered up with a menacing glare, I knew stepping foot in his office without being told to enter would piss him off even more. I was treading over the imaginary line of his boundaries, and I didn’t care.
Not for one second.
“What is your fucking problem?” I hissed, frustrated he was being this way with me, yet again. He was ruining everything he had done for me that day which pissed me off more than anything. “You’re giving me the worst case of whiplash known to man, Martinez.”
“Lexi, don’t,” he growled in a cold and detached tone.
“Don’t what? Huh? Don’t talk to you? Don’t look at you? Don’t touch you? What can’t I fucking do, now? All you do is bark orders at me! I’m sick of it! I’m not your dog! I just wanted to thank—”
His chair slid back as his fists connected with his desk beneath him. “Don’t fuck with me! I am not in the mood for your bullshit! This is your last warning, sweetheart. Get off my cock. Don’t fucking provoke me! Mind your own damn business. Turn around and go put on one of your tutus I bought you, and twirl your ass out of my fucking office. Now!” he roared, the veins in his neck protruding.
I jerked back like he had hit me. “You’re a fucking asshole!” I screamed, grabbing the door behind me and slamming it. Locking myself in his personal space. Letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere. “You leave me here by myself, all fucking day, for days at a time with no one to talk to except your damn maid! Yet, here I am. Trusting you, thinking about you, and wanting you to fucking acknowledge the connection we have! I know you feel it too! Try to deny it all you want, but you wouldn’t have ever done what you did for me today, if you didn’t care!”
He just sat there with his body hunched over his desk. Anger rolling off his back as his chest heaved. I roughly ran my hands through my hair, trying to compose myself but it was no fucking use. I was too pissed, too hurt, too over all the bullshit he kept putting me through.
“I just wanted to say thank you! What you did for me today… that room… my own space…” I fervently shook my head, my emotions getting the best of me. I could feel them taking over. I shoved them all the away not wanting him to see me cry. “No one has ever done anything like that for me before. No one has ever cared! Today was one of the best days of my life, and you’re shitting all over it! You’re fucking ruining it, you bastard! You’re hot! You’re cold! I can’t keep up anymore! I want to leave, but then again I don’t… because I’m scared that I’ll never see you again. I hate that! Relying on you. Do you understand how hard that is for me?!” I yelled through my emotions, stomping my foot on the ground, needing to get my point across. Needing him to understand.
He didn’t move.
He didn’t say one word.
He didn’t even blink.
Nothing.
That was all I needed to lose my shit.
“Oh my God!” I was over to his desk in three strides, shoving off everything with as much force as I could muster up. The piles of paperwork, documents, and folders were thrown to the floor in an instant. Leaving nothing in my wake. Knowing he spent hours upon hours organizing and dealing with whatever the fuck was important to him.
He never once wavered, glaring at me as if I was nothing but a piece of shit standing in front of him.
“What is it going to take? Huh? To get some sort of reaction out of you!” Slamming my fists down on the desk, gritting through the pain it caused. “What do I have to do for you to show me the man behind the expensive, goddamn suits?!”
He stood ferociously, taking the desk with him. Flipping it over, causing me to jump back before it landed on me. His chair slammed into the bookshelves behind him, rattling the columns, sending some books crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted all around me. I turned to run, to get the hell away from him, but it was too late. He was already ahead of me, getting in my face, and invading my personal space. Before I knew what was happening as my back connected with the adjacent wall, near his flipped over desk. The force of my own momentum, knocked the wind out of me. My eyes widened as I gasped for air that was available for the taking. Stunned by the drastic turn of events with his dominant, demanding, arrogant presence looming over me like I was nothing but a scared little kitten.