I Love Hating You

Chapter 26- Pink Pantsuit

I'm officially the assistant of Ms. Kalynn Patrice and it's going- it's going,

really fucking bad.

She isn't the Alex type of rude, she's just genuinely a bitch. She makes me do almost every single thing she's supposed to be doing.

The last three weeks I've been thinking about Alex. He's honestly the only thing on my mind.

At times I feel bad for rejecting him so badly.

Other times I think he needed it.

I feel like yes he was attractive and in some circumstances nice but at the end of it all, he was still a douche to me.

Alex.

I miss his quiet demeanor but his hard and rude attitude when he needs to.

I miss him smiling around me and only me even when he knew he shouldn't have.

I miss the way he would only give me jobs if they were easy.

Ms. Patrice doesn't give a shit about me.

She also isn't rude to me and puts on this fake smile and whenever I cuss she flips the fuck out.

I miss the way he would slightly smirk when I would call him a name.

I miss Christina bugging me.

I miss Alex and I bickering.

I miss my only tasks being getting him food, drink and reading his emails to tell him when meetings are. The jobs that a few months ago I thought were annoying and hard but those were a breeze compared to now.

I mis-

"Sandra dear, will you go pick my dry cleaning and turn these into the tax shop down the street," she said smiling and then walked out my door.

Her small ass clothed in a magenta pantsuit. One that haunts me those stupid fucking pantsuits come in a range from pink to purple. The only thing she wears at work.

They make me miss his black suits.

I miss him.

She also calls me that stupid fucking name Sandra. I've told her many times not to call me that but she said and I quote 'it's more ladylike for such a shab like you'.

I'm like bitch who the fuck are you to judge you are a modern-day work scene Sharpe Evans.

I got up from my desk and grabbed my coat.

I made my way down the thirteen flights of stairs.

I'm getting paid less and there's no elevator.

I thought my bad luck streak was ending but turns out this was just a start.

I made my way down the street. Then I felt a drop of water hit my head and then one trickled down my cheek and then the next thing I knew rain was coming down on me harder than ever.

My hair matted down to my head and the tears started coming down.

The world was ruining my life one day after another.

They say once one door closes another opens but at the moment I feel like all the doors of life are slamming close and the room is closing in on me.

I stood there on the street, the rain coming down, and let my head drop to look at the ground. My hands found their way up to my hair and pushed it out of my face. I don't want to do this in the middle of the sidewalk. I walked to the closest ally not caring how sketchy it was just wanting to get out of the public eye.

My back hit the alley wall, the tears still streaming and I slid down.

All the dirt sulking my clothes from this gross alley floor I was sitting on.

The tears ruined my makeup.

It was all going to fucking shit.

I closed my eyes and buried my head into my knees.

I miss everything before my grandma died. I miss it.

I had a boyfriend.

I had an average job.

Everything was sound.

At the end of it, life must go on and I can't just sit here and cry to myself about everything going to shit.

I got up from the ground and started making my way to the dry cleaners.

I may look like a tramp but I need this job and I have to continue.

I looked at my shoes as I walked along. Feeling the rain fully soak my clothes. I didn't even think two times of it.

I wasn't even paying attention to the direction in front of me and let the bustle of people move me along with them.

I walked but a pair of black dress shoes came into my vision and before I even had time to think I bumped into someone.

I looked up and I was met with those wonderful hazel eyes. The green tinges still present just faded and lost.

When I knew it was him I wrapped my arms around him.

The rain stopped hitting me due to the fact he was holding an umbrella.

I moved my hands around his neck and pulled him down to my height. I crashed my lips into his.

The way he kissed me was like he was craving this from me, which he was.

The kiss only lasted for a little bit from what I got that was great. I pulled away and hugged him.

"Aless" I heard him speak quietly and confused while looking down at me hugging him.

I hadn't seen him in a few months and he was still so fucking hot.

"I missed you," I said just loud enough for him to hear.

"What's going on?" he said, rubbing my back with his hand that wasn't holding the umbrella.

"I g-got a new f-fucking job and it fucking sucks and I m-missed your presents and the w-way you talk to me and I missed how nice w-working for you was" I stuttered while crying. I wasn't cutely crying in his arms either. The makeup was running and I just let it all go. I was crying like a pathetic bitch but that's what I needed to do at the moment.

"Get out of the fucking way asshats!" Some man shouted as he walked past.

"Do you want to talk elsewhere because we are standing in the middle of the sidewalk?" he said, pushing some of my wet hair behind my ear.

"Yes please"