love & war | in progress

05 - cold

angelo

I have no fucking clue why I still tolerate Jerico. She shows me absolutely no respect, and can't fucking take no for an answer. In most women stubbornness is hot, but it just makes her ugly. 

"Jer I already said no. We don't need any beauty branches right now." I droned. Already fucking tired of her voice. She continued to ramble on, on the other side of the phone. Telling me all the good things she would do to me if I took the deal. 

My eyes rolled. Please. 

There was no way she would even be able to keep me hard, after my night with Monique. She has ruined me for whoever fucks me next. 

Her name passed in my brain, and I remembered she's not my Monique. 

She's Elizabeth, my assistant. Who has a professional relationship with me and nothing more. I heard Jerico whine, and I really fucking couldnt take it any more. I hung up on her, and put my head in my hands.

Man, I really need some coffee.

And just like magic, I heard a familiar knock at the door. I held back the smile that was starting to grow on my face, as Elizabeth walked through the door. She was holding a clear cup with a light mixture in it. 

I screwed my eyebrows as she handed it to me. 

It was cold. 

"What is this?" I asked as I looked at it. It had whipped cream on top and some sort of caramel sauce drizzled over top of it. "I thought you said you were getting coffee?"

She grinned at me, confused. "...That is coffee." I saw her holding another one, and a quarter was already gone. Hm. 

I examined it. "This isnt coffee, Miss. Gray."

Now she chuckled. And I could have sworn my heart exploded when a single dimple exposed itself on the left side of her face. "I'm positive it is. Try it."

I screwed my eyebrows shut, and took a slow sip out of the straw. 

She looked at me expectantly, and I didn't know what to say. "...So?" She dragged on. It was really fucking cute. Fuck, what is happening to me. Did I really just call her cute?

I have got to sort my shit out.  

" You can leave now."

Elizabeth looked confused. But she didnt say anything, just gave me a small smile and walked out. Leaving me and this cold 'coffee'. 

I kicked her out of my office, and yet I was the one who was left utterly confused. 

What the hell had she given me, and why did it taste so good?

***

I stepped out of the elevator, and waved to Annaliese on my way out. Today, I had an early off. Because... well because I wanted to. 

I walked towards my reserved parking and got into my car. Most people like me have chauffeurs  and people who do everything for them. But I've got legs, and I know how to fucking drive. 

As I drove down the streets, I took a moment to admire the beautiful atmosphere of NYC. I'm really gonna miss my city.

Next week, I've got a meeting with Jonathan Snow. He owned a chain of hotels across America, and he was interested in having SC supporting his choice to make a restaurant/bar. It wasn't a bad idea. 

The only problem was that John was just really fucking insufferable. 

I groaned as I pulled into my garage. Already knowing that I'm going to fucking hate working with him. 

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quick one guys. this is just a filler chapter xo. and also can we talk about how good episode is?? last night i just went psycho or something and spent aprx. £17.98 on it and I have no regrets. 

my bank account hurts. 

thoughts? -

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