Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
"And even though you didn't particularly like Miss Mitchell, you didn't run her down. You were willing to handle your team, and I appreciate that."
Seth Hartford spoke with his hands fisted on the table before him, and I mutter a small thanks, trying to bring a courteous smile on my face.
"And also, for the laptop, though you didn't have to." I say softly.
"Yes I did. You needed a device to work." He replies immediately.
"I could have gotten my old one repaired or replaced. Or even afforded a new one-"
"Your last day at this office, Miss Young, you can return that laptop to me I assure you. In working condition, if you can please." He gets up from his chair, thrusting his hands into his trouser pockets with an amused, warm smile.
At this, I let out a small smile myself, and taking his leave, walk to the door.
"Tessa?" I hear him call, and turn to him holding the door half open.
"Are you alright, you look- tired." He asks softly, concern and curiosity strewn across his face. I gulp painfully.
"I'm good, just a rough night. Not of all us can pull off a sleepless Sunday night through Monday morning like a pro, can we?" I flash him a playful smile, and he looks down with a chuckle.
I close the door behind me, and move to the elevator. I see my reflection, in a navy blue sweater my hair fell around my face that did look- tired.
But I guess that's what happens when you continue to pin hopes where you shouldn't, and forget realities that you shouldn't.
Or in one word, Hardin.
Turns out it really was Seth behind the laptop. I had to submit a team report to him, and I grabbed the opportunity to ask him about it. He had gracefully accepted.
I reach my floor, and start walking towards my cubicle.
My mind hovers to when he talked about my last day at this office, and I don't understand what to do about leaving this internship. Well, I can't leave now, considering my grades at college would be affected.
"Hey, Tessa. Did you talk to Seth?"
I turn my head as Axel stands beside me, speaking up, and I frown with a curiosity.
"Why do you ask?" I ask him and he licks his lips nervously.
"I- just wanted to know how the project went, if he approved it. I know you all worked hard on it, especially after Kayla-"
"Yeah, Axel. I don't know yet, he's going to read the file and I'm just- I'll talk later maybe." I sigh, with an exhausted sigh and he nods hurriedly.
"Yeah of course. Sorry, I shouldn't ha-"
A sudden wave of murmurs shoots up in the room, and I turn back to the elevator, where a fuming Hardin stood in a black shirt, sleeves at his elbows biting into his flesh and his mouth set in a straight line.
From the looks of the strained vein on his forehead and his hardened face, I could say there's a storm about to hit me.
The shock of seeing him barely registers in my mind, when the next thing I know is the firm grip on my wrist dragging me away forcefully.
My head spins in a roar of anger and hatred. He enters an empty conference room, and the moment we enter, I jerk off his hand as if it burnt me.
"Will you stop doing that for heaven's sake! Don't touch me Hardin, don't you dare touch me!" I shout out angrily, and he closes the door shut, turning to look at me with a scowl.
It doesn't help, that this moment, where Hardin and I once again are standing in a room alone dreadfully reminds me of that very day when his betrayal was out, when the sex tape was out and we were in an empty locker room.
Hardin takes a step towards me, one hand raised before him hanging in the air in an emphasising gesture.
"That was Axel Cordon. That was Axel Cordon." He grits in disbelief, and I exhale out in annoyance.
"I know who he is. He apologized to me the first day, he has been nothing but decent to me ever since and I have forgiven people for far worse sins in the past." I retort back hatefully.
"Stop, defending him-" he steps again, with his eyes closed in utmost irritation, and I feel a suffocating fury bubbling inside of me.
"-this isn't about me, Axel is not who you think, you- you don't understand, that is why I didn't want you to set foot in this building in the first place!" He growls ferally, and there's a cloud of pent up grief bursting down on me like never before.
"Of course I don't understand! I don't understand a word you say, I don't understand a thing you do, I don't understand you, Hardin Scott at all, but what I do understand is you have hurt me one too many times too much, and I can't take it anymore!
This is my life, and you have absolutely no say in it, nothing!" I yell out with my voice full of heavy torment and my head aches with all the rage!
Hardin looks like he has been slapped in his face, and his eyes reflect a hint of sadness. But before I get pulled in for another usual session of ours where I end up the hurt one, I walk to the door.
I barely take two steps when he pulls me back and hurls me to the wall, holding down my arms. I get a sick déjà vu, everything reminding me of that day on the locker.
"You can't walk away from me again!"
"Of course I can. You made a sex tape for God's sake!"
"I DIDN'T, GODDAMMIT!" Hardin fires out in a screaming echo that reverberates in the whole room. As he stares into me, his eyes gleam icily with desperation, guilt and a frustrated ire of being falsely accused.
Every hair follicle on my body stands in shock and my breath catches in my chest.
Author's rant:
Okay yeah go ahead, you have permission to hit me.
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