Mr. Badass ✔

29 Sexual Harassment

Gemma's POV.

At this moment, my phone rings. Jacob's video call flashes on the screen.

I avoid my colleagues' eyes and go to the break room to answer it.

Jacob isn't at work today. It looks like he's at home, the background showing a high-ceilinged villa, with a crystal chandelier overhead dazzling my eyes.

"Did you receive it?" he asks.

I take a deep breath. "You idiot, can you stop with your wild ideas?"

He doesn't get angry at my words. Instead, he laughs, "You're welcome, I know you like it."

"Come out. Let's meet tonight and have a proper talk."

"I'm busy these days. What about the weekend?"

"Fine, we'll talk this weekend then."

I hang up the video call, but when I turn around, someone startles me.

Luke is standing at the door of the break room. It seems like he's been there for a while, his gaze fixed on me.

I suddenly feel like I'm back in elementary school, caught by the teacher for not doing my homework, and my heart starts racing.

But then I think, I don't owe him anything, so why feel guilty? I straighten up, lift my head, and walk past him.

The huge bouquet on my desk is really taking up space, so I put it in the corner of the break room. Later, the cleaning lady asks me, "Gemma, do you still want this bouquet? If not, can I take it?"

"Of course," I reply.

The next day, Jacob sends flowers again, as if he doesn't understand the human language I was speaking. He sends flowers every day for a whole week.

The cleaning lady takes the flowers as usual, and by Friday, she buys me a small gift, thanking me. She sold the flowers to a nearby florist and made some extra cash.

I'm speechless. Just as I'm about to call Jacob, he calls me first, saying he's back.

"Where have you been?" I ask.

"Spent a few days at my grandma's."

"Getting money from her?" After all, his dad is about to cut him off.

"That's not all," he says.

I'm talking on the phone while walking towards the car dealership's door, only to see Jacob standing at the entrance.

He smiles at me. The call hasn't ended, and his voice comes through the receiver, "Hello."

I shove the phone into my pocket, walk over to him, cross my arms, and look up at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?" Jacob keeps smiling with that arrogant "I know I'm hot" look on his face.

I roll my eyes and then notice he isn't on his motorcycle today. Behind him is a Ferrari.

"Is that your car?" I ask.

"U nhuh, I went home to get it. It was my 18th birthday gift my grangdma gave me."

The world of the rich really is different. I suddenly remember that my 18th birthday gift was a discounted surfboard from Amazon, and for a moment, I feel a little envious of him.

But looking at the car, I ask, "Does your grandma know you're flaunting it like this?"

"She knows it," Jacob nods. "She told me that when you're chasing a girl, you need to be a bit flashy."