|Jadesola|
<I got heels higher than your standards>
Monday, June 21, 2021
"NO." KIAN shook his head, dumping the file on his desk. Then he returned to poring through the Chicago Times.
"No?" I echoed in disbelief as swift anger flashed through me. Glaring daggers at the imbecile, I snatched the file off his desk and waved it in his face. "I've been working my ass off for the past two days and all you have got to give me is a no?! Did you even read it?"
He gazed up from the newspaper and ran me down with those piercing azure eyes of his. Sizing me up with acidic intent, face shuttered. "No. Besides, I didn't see the need to, not when my attention span couldn't even last a minute while trying to read the first word. It's bland, Miss Jadesola and I suggest you revise your work or better still, start a new one." Then he went back to reading. Yes, that was what he did all day while I slaved away.
"The nerve of you son of a b-" I started, mad enough to yearn to bash his stupid head in the wall.
When his brows cocked up in response, attention still glued to a section, I bit my lips down hard to prevent the ugly names that threatened to spill out of me. I was tempted, very much so, to say quite a million colorful descriptions about him.
Tapping my heels against the ground, I gritted out between clenched teeth, "This is about the other day isn't it? I made you lose your deal, now you want me to pay dearly for it, right? Because I don't see how in the hell the article I wrote is bland. I spent days, not a day, days to do that! I mean I deserve some "you tried"," I put quotation marks in the air, "from you at least."
Still unperturbed, Kian turned a page, voice as dry as ever. "You don't do well with corrections, I see and that won't get you far. Now if you're done, I presume you know your way out, yes?"
"Also," Raising his head up, he fixed me to a scathing perusal, one that made me itch to tear out his eyes. "No lunch for you till you're done."
Bastard. The way he talked, so unfeeling and cold, like he was a robot. Arghh. Pissed, I curled my fist in a ball and took the nearest exit- before I performed a damning action: punching Kian.
The report slammed on the desk the moment I made it inside. Still fuming, I kicked at the leg of the chair before me. The rage fizzing in my body, I needed to let it all out. On something. Or more preferably, someone.
These past few days, working with Kian has been pure hell. Krack! My left leg met the wooden object.
His office, a room of affliction. Thwack! The sound of my right foot on the shiny surface was music to my ears.
It was a torture to serve the asshat. Imagine, giving him coffee, keeping newspapers on his desk every morning, cleaning his office, like I was some slave. Thud. A final hit to the chair succeeded in draining my righteous anger.
I hunkered down, exhausted from all the kicking. Heaving out a tired sigh, I slumped on the seat.
But at least, he'd kept to his own side of the deal. Kian had signed the contract even though I was scared he wouldn't, not after I'd made him lose that Brazilian deal.
Cracking my fingers in satisfaction, I sat straighter. Now that half of the debt was paid, I could breathe freely. No more debt hounds on my neck. Just two more months with him and I would be done with the devil. It was only a small price to pay.
The report stared at me and I stared back, annoyance creeping forth in my blood. To be honest, the first sentence was boring. Perhaps, Kian was right but I would die before I admit it. So I got to work.

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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...