Her Assistant

-CHAPTER EIGHTEEN-

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-I'M SORRY-

Olivia and Alexander reached London and was soon in their hotel rooms. For the entire plane ride, she stayed in the bathroom. It was unsanitary sure, but being in close proximity of him would've made her pass out.

Alexander took a look in the mirror and sighed. He's all messed up and he hates it. He likes her, his boss. Seeing her saddened expression earlier made him regret saying that sentence. He would've never said it if he had known she would've reacted in such a way. 

Not to mention, they indeed got close again. He even dried her tears for her, another thing he shouldn't have done, but he did so anyways. Alexander left the bathroom, turning the light off as he did so. 

Their rooms are right next to each other, something he made sure of. He strides over to his bed and laid down, setting his right hand over his abdomen, his grey eyes meeting the ceiling. He's been thinking of her the past few weeks. 

He would infrequently see her, which made him miss her even more. A feeling he should not be feeling is there, and he loathes it. He's never been in love before...kind of. Then there were his misread signals with Emma after having sex with her based on niceties.

"You really do make terrible situations, Alex." He says to himself. There was a thud, and he snapped his head to the left of him, his grey eyes staring at the white wall. Then there was silence. Alexander sat up slowly, throwing his feet over to let it hang. 

Finding it too quiet and actually being filled with worry he got up to check on Olivia. Alexander left his room, not bothering to grab his shoes or a shirt to put on his back and in three steps he was standing outside of her door. 

Alexander brushed his hair back and knocked. He may seem unbothered on the surface but beneath all of that he's a shy boy. Alexander knocked again, his anxiousness growing. Just as he was about to knock a third time the door opened. 

Olivia flinched back a bit not expecting it to be Alexander Reyes in the flesh. Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms. 

"Can I help you?" That fierce look in her eyes surely turned him on, but he kept it professional, like it should be. 

"I heard a thud, wanted to know if you were alright."

"I am." Olivia went to close the door but he stopped it from happening. His mind says one thing, but his actions are more in control as of recent. 

"Are you sure, ma'am?" 

She stared up at him and he knew he trapped her by just his words alone. But the reaction she gave to him was short-lived since her gaze of allurement turned to a glare. 

"Yes, goodnight." 

Again, she tried to close the door, but he put his hand up, stopping her quest to shut him out.

"I would like to apologize for making you cry earlier. It was never my intention to do so." 

Olivia let the door go. "It's three in the morning, Mr.Reyes, I am tired, and you need to put a damn shirt on. Good. Night." Olivia slammed the door shut and he knocked. When she didn't answer, he banged. He could care less about the other guests. 

The door swung open once more and this time she's red in anger. 

"What the fuck do you want Alexander Reyes? Hm? Want to step close to me and flirt just to pull away again? Or do you want to make me cry so you can wipe my tears again? What is it that you want from me Alex?!"

Tears. A sad expression and frustration. 

"I said...I'm sorry, Olivia. I know our body language speaks for us, but...you cannot like someone like me."

She sniffs, wiping her eyes. "And why not?"

"...because I am not fit to be a lover. Let us-

"Don't...just don't."

Alex nodded. "I'm sorry."

"And Mr.Reyes...after the ball...you're fired." She lowly informs. 

His jaw clenched upon hearing those words. He knew it was bound to happen, just not this quickly. However, he's not surprised about it. 

"I understand, Ms.Garden."

"Goodnight."

She closed the door and Alex set his head against the door. Part of him was waiting for her to open the door and tell him that it was an impulse statement and that she didn't mean it. But it never happened. 

And on the other side Olivia was waiting for another knock to indicate that he doesn't want their conversation to end. So, she could kiss him and tell him everything he wants her to do to him. But it never came. 

And after a minute she finally sunk to the floor, her fingers reaching her hair. She hates everything about this. 

"Stupid fucking feelings."

Hopefully tomorrow does them both good. 

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