The New Boss (MXM)

Chapter 8

Jace wanted to scream from frustration, bang his head on the walls and then sulk in his cabin for hours.

Of course, Warner would ruin the one good thing he was looking forward to the most.

Jace despised him. He despised him with all of his beings. He despised him so much that he would occasionally literally shake with fury. He wanted to injure him by sticking his fingers into those icy, haughty black eyes.

After the challenging hours, cut-throat deadlines and his arrogant boss's whining he deserved to relax for a night.

But no. If Jace was happy even for a second the devil might die from a heart stroke.

Fuck everything. He was going to that party. He was going to relax and he will face his boss's challenge head-on.

He could do this.

Maintain composure. Show the jerk he's wrong. Keep the position for two more months.

"Fine. Let me go and change then." Jace said snarkily. He first texted Nicolai to apologize for not being able to join him due to an unavoidable inconvenience.

Then he changed into the clothes April had lent him for the night.

His white crimped shirt was almost transparent and the black pair of pants he wore fit him like a second skin. He wore a black jacket over his shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. He gelled his hair slightly to give it a more settled look.

Unlike the last time, he wore something out of his comfort zone. He felt good. He wasn't entirely confident but wasn't a tangle of nerves this either.

A strand of his hair fell out and fell on his eyes.

Dang, it. He always found his curls annoying. On one hand, it made his hair seem more voluminous than they actually were but on the other hand, it made him look young which was partly the reason why business executives wouldn't take him seriously. And obviously, it was a pain to style them.

Maybe he should've straightened it.

But before he could make up his mind, the door to the bathroom stall opened with a loud creak.

Warner was on the other side looking positively unamused. "You know I hate waiting brat. What's taking you so damn long–"

Warner stopped complaining and looked at Jace. His gaze took every part and inch of him. Warner's eyes went to his hips, his legs and they stopped at his thighs for an oddly long period of time, his lips thinned. Jace would've called him out for ogling at him if he didn't feel so exposed and vulnerable by his intense gaze.

Warner shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and gave Jace a very unimpressed look then he strode towards him, taking long strides while Jace was rooted to his spot, Warner grabbed his wrist in a tight, hostile grip, "we're leaving now."

Jace eyed him warily before squaring his shoulders and heading out of the stall. He refused to be manhandled by Warner again. Warner followed him silently, Jace could feel him glowering at his nape as they left the headquarters.

"Stop swinging your stupid hips!" Warner hissed.

Jace was pretty sure he wasn't doing anything and Warner was just trying to get on his nerves again. "No one asked you to look, sir."

Warner swore something in Italian and then tossed Jace the keys to his car.

"Drive." He ordered. The twenty-minute drive passed in stony silence. The tension was thick in the air, usually, Jace wasn't a fan of awkward silences but this time he kept his mouth shut knowing that small talk would only further worsen the situation.