A Blaze In My Heart

12. "Well, you don't own my mouth."

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After our intense banter and glaring session, I ended up getting seated in the conference room, while Blayze stood before the projector screen, briefing everyone about his upcoming app. At the end, the finalised design was displayed on the screen.

I couldn't help but think that it should've been my design up there. No doubt this one was great, but so was mine. Apparently, Blayze had given one of his best designers that task about a month ago. Providing me with it, was simply to torment me.

That jerk-faced asshole was either a narcissistic, egotistic person who thought I'm-such-a-hot-shot-smarty-pants so I can treat people however I want, just because I'm the CEO and super rich, or that extraordinary treatment was reserved for me because I was the only one who dared to talk back to him and speak against his shit-treatment.

"Do you have everything, Miss Woods?" Blayze's gaze was directed at me, as he ended his presentation.

"Yes, Mr. Colton." I replied.

"Good," he said, turning his attention back to his board members. "Alright then, I'll be doing the press release for this app in the coming week. Run checks and trials, make sure everything's running smoothly; we can't afford even the slightest of mistake. This project is extremely important to me. It needs to be a success. We need to maintain our reputation of having the best technology and being number one on the Apple and play stores."

"Mr. Colton, everything's just about ready and perfect. Don't worry. This app will also be a major success." One of the people sitting at the giant conference table, said. Blayze nodded at him.

"Great. You guys can leave now."

One by one they all left the room, leaving me alone with Blayze. "Miss Woods, did you schedule the press release?" He asked me, taking a couple of steps toward me.

"Mr. Colton, I've literally done everything you've told me to." I responded.

"Except for shutting up." He remarked.

"Well, you don't own my mouth." I retorted, my body stiffening briefly afterwards.

Is it just me or that sounded a bit inappropriate?

I watched his gaze drop to my lips briefly, before his eyes were back on mine. "I wouldn't want to own that big, disrespectful mouth."

"I would say I'm lucky then." I smirked at him.

"I would say you're not." He smirked back, devilishly.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You roll your eyes at me too much, Miss Woods. There's only so much I can tolerate." He said, his voice stern, his expression returning to his usual cold one.

I snickered. "Well damn, Mr. Colton. It must suck to be you. Fire me if your tolerance is truly snapping."

"Just because of this annoying, smug attitude of yours, I shall not fire you!"

"Good to know I'm not the only one who's stubborn." I retorted.

He took a deep breath, as if composing and controlling himself. "Miss Woods, I guess we could go at this all day, but I actually have work to do, as do you. Off to your office at once."

"Alright, Mr. Colton," standing up from my seat, I headed for the door. Before leaving, I turned to look at him, discovering that he was watching me intently, almost like a serial killer. "Try not to stalk me through the camera you've put in my office." I said and left.

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*A WEEK LATER*

I had been working on some things related to the soon-to-be launched app in my office for two hours then, when a knock sounded at my door. "Yes?" I called, looking up from my notebook.