I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 5

"Ouch. Would you stop?" Darson drags me by the hand across the room. I walk as fast as he is pulling me toward his office. He pushes the door open then pushes me down in the chair. Is this the part where he shows his true colours? Will he...? No Darson will never stoop that low. He pulls the chair closer to me and the suddenness of it all knocks the wind out of me. I stop just in front of him as he leans against his desk.

"How are you going to compensate for this?" His eyebrows arch and his lips form a line. Even like this he is looking handsome. The stupid jerk is handsome and he knows it. I want to smack the prettiness from his face. His eyes narrow at my silence and I urge myself to speak.

"I can pay you back." I say and he snorts.

"Unless you're planning to pay it back with your life then I suggest you think further." Darson replies, his eyes quickly darting my face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was worth more than me like the frying pan in your cupboards." I retort. Darson dares to make this comment. My family may have fallen from their wagon but we do still have our pride.

"At least you know your worth." Is this the big test in my life? Is this it because Darson really is pushing my buttons.

"That's not how I meant that. You're such an asshole." I tell him while I fold my arms on my chest.

"Too bad you have to live with that." He pouts and honestly this is the cutest thing ever. How can such a cute face right now be so evil the next? He flicks me on the forehead and I snap out of my thinking. Get yourself together, Khara. "Hey. How are you going to pay for my vase?" His voice is stern.

"Can a lap dance suffice." I say teasingly and it may have been the wrong thing to say. It is merely a joke but Darson is being...well Darson.

A chuckle escapes his lips. "I like how you think a lap dance is worth more than your life." I slam my hands down, the glare in my eyes piercing his hazel ones.

"Darson-" I pause in my scolding as he is no longer looking at me but his lap in which my hands are firmly planted. Did I just slap Darson on his thighs? I pull my hands away quickly and my eyes dart away from him. Awkward. I clear my throat.

"Is this going to be a thing of yours? Man-handling me?" My mouth opens in surprise. I am absolutely appalled.

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Don't act like you'll complain."

"You know if you want to be man-handled by me you can just say." His eyes twitch before a snort emits him.

"I'd rather choke on all my business contracts." More like you should choke and die. I take that back.

"You love business so I'm sure you'll die a happy man. You truly would be missed." I say sarcastically as I place a hand over my heart as if solemn. It is his turn to glare at me. "No witty comeback, Meldeev?"

"Get out of my chair. Arrange the bookshelf." He orders and I frown.

"Excuse me?"

"Com-pen-sa-tion." He drawls in syllables. I roll my eyes before standing. He takes my place on the office chair then begins to search through some files. I stare at the bookcase. There's nothing wrong with it to me. I tilt my head at the side. Nothing.

I turn to him and he immediately shifts his gaze to his files again. Is he secretly monitoring me? I narrow my eyes at him. Darson really thinks he's some kind of hotshot just because he dresses in a suit and tie everyday and patrols around a building while shouting orders to a bunch of people. Annoying, arrogant jerk. "You're staring." He points out.