TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧Tajea POV 👧

Ugh! This is one of the various reasons why I hate household work.

Imagine spending several hours getting this big ass mess pile that is supposed to be a living room into top shape, then some prick (Nik-Anthony) came in and ruined your hard work in mere seconds.

"Hey, Jackass, get up!" I violently twist his ear to get his almost naked sleeping ass up from the couch, which I had great difficulty vacuuming and arranging earlier.

It would also be nice if he could pick up his clothes that litter my squeaky-clean floor right now and get out of my sight.

Anyway, the pesky bastard, after a few frustrating groans, got on his feet, showing off his impressive frontal structure. But what stood out the most was his thingy, at its maximum growth level, outlining beneath his boxer brief.

Bear this in mind. I'm not sexually attracted to him or any other guy, as a matter of fact. I'm just stating what I have observed. That's all.

I'm also not a robot, nor am I emotionless. I do get aroused and attracted to the opposite sex once in a blue moon. After all, the flesh is weak and filled with wicked desires. And as much as I hate admitting it, this prick is actually super hot. The type of guy I used to like in terms of outward appearance. However, I don't act on impulses or emotions anymore. I did it once and paid for it with my dignity.

"What is it?" He asked, a bit irritated. He then started laughing like a damn lunatic and staggered his way over to me. This, of course, made me greatly uncomfortable. Then, to my surprise, the intoxicated bastard began fondling my face with his warm, disgusting hands. "You know, you are very pretty."

"And you are drunk," I retorted, slapping his hand away. I didn't like how it felt on my skin. Well, a part of me did. But I don't care about that demon called Lust. "Go get a cold shower or something."

"Can you take me there, please?" He requested—more like flirted. Strange. He must be really out of it to forget that he hates my gut and that I feel the same.

"Heck no!" I yelled, aggravated. This is too much for me to deal with. "I'm not getting paid for this."

"Would you do it if I paid you?" He rudely asked, as if I were some cheap trash prostitute he picked up from the street. "I have a lot of money."

The poor thing probably thought that because he mentioned money, I was going to drop my draws and give it up to him. Things like this must happen to him a lot. Show off his money and get some honey.

Ugh! Men are such disgusting animals. Thinking every woman is the same. Well, wrong girl, prick.

"Do I look that much like a prostitute?" I asked in the nicest way I could. Despite him being a jackass, he's my boss. Therefore, I have to show him some respect. Right?

Yeah, right.

"Are you?" He arched a brow, pulling closer.

Breathe Taj.

"Just leave before I punch you in the face," I warned, backing away from him.

"You know you want to." He started pushing himself up on me again and groping my ass. This, of course, forced me into attack mood.

With my most powerful grip, I squeezed the life out of that filthy thingy, causing him to fold up like paper and whimper like a wounded dog. "What's the matter, baby? You don't like this."

"I'm sorry," he squealed. "Just, please don't hurt it. Let it go."

"What's that?" I wrung it even harder, enjoying his suffering way more than I imagined.

"I'm sorry." The jerk seemed so genuine that I almost felt sorry for him. Not.

"Good. Now get your skinny ass in the shower." After I was done satisfying myself, I released him. That will teach him never to do such a thing again.

He ran off upstairs quicker than the flash to go do what I said. I think. Also, for the rest of the day, I didn't see or hear a sound from that jackass. He must be out cold or something.

You know, working at this place isn't so boring after all. Well, so it seemed at the moment.

Now, enough about work. I am now at home, gearing up for my nightly bath before going to bed. Unfortunately, my phone rang, and you don't need to ask who it is. Only one person called me at this hour of the night, any time she felt like it. It's my annoying sister and friend, Regina, of course. She is just checking up on how things worked out between the prick and me today.

I just told her it was alright. Anything she wants to hear to satisfy her ego. It came to my mind to tell her about me being sexually harassed by my drunk boss. However, I refrained from doing so. It was too embarrassing, and it wasn't that serious either. That prick is a lot of things, but what I saw earlier was not him. That was the alcohol talking, or maybe I'm wrong. I'm not a good judge of character, especially when it comes to men.

Anyway, we talked about more things for hours. Well, she did most of the talking. She gave me a day's speech about her day at the spa with Ms. Radnor. And judging from her tone, she enjoyed herself way too much. At least someone had a wonderful day. Not that I mind.

She also talked about Tyrone. The expensive gift he bought her. A diamond necklace and a pair of matching earrings. She bragged about the guy taking her to a fancy dinner at some five-star restaurant. Sometime later, we bid each other farewell and goodnight and hung up.

Again, my mind started reflecting on everything that happened today. To be more specific, at that moment, the drunken arsehole made a fool of himself. It's kind of hilarious, really.

OK, girl. That's enough laughing. Just forget it ever happened.

But I do look forward to seeing his reaction in the morning, when he sobers up and realizes what he did.