He stood there, watching her disappear out of sight. His mind was a mix of anger and...something else. Something he couldn't quite place.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Damn her," he muttered to himself. "She thinks she's so high and mighty just because she's a celebrity. Well, I'll show her who the boss is around here."
Throughout the day, his mind kept wandering to Olivia. The way she had stormed into his office, her audacity to grab his wrist, her cheeky tongue out, and her dismissive attitude was all so irritating, yet he couldn't get her out of his head. She was like a fly in the ointment - a thorn in his side.
He tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting to the door as if expecting her to walk back in any moment.
As the day dragged on, he found himself growing more and more restless. His anger from earlier had given way to a strange mixture of confusion and frustration. Why was he so preoccupied with her? He had more important things to worry about than some upstart celebrity.
He clenched his jaw. "Get a grip," he muttered to himself. "She's just an employee. An irritating, infuriating, beautiful... employee. Wait, what?"
He froze, realizing what he had just thought. Did he really just call her beautiful? No, that was ridiculous. She was nothing but a nuisance. A pest. A... goddess.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "What is wrong with me," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I've never been so fixated on someone in my life. It's maddening."
After this, he got into his work, didnt even care about the time. It was almost 2:00 AM. He walked down , to go home. He was about to pull out his Rolls Royce
"Ouch. This bloody blood- drinker!!" Says Olivia
Watching her alone at night, he went to her to ask about why she was out this late.
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He heard her outburst and turned to see Olivia standing there, clutching her wrist. Judging by her curses, it seemed like she had scraped her wrist on something.
He walked over to her, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you? Are you alright?"
Olivia looked up, surprised to see him there. She quickly tried to hide her pain, but he noted the slight grimace on her face. "I'm fine," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just hit my wrist on something. It's no big deal."
He raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "It doesn't look like 'no big deal'," he said, stepping closer to her. "Let me see."
Olivia hesitated for a moment, but then held out her wrist for him to inspect.
He gently took her wrist in his hand, examining the scrape. His touch was firm yet tender, his fingers gently prodding the area around the wound.
As he examined her wrist, he couldn't help but notice how delicate and slender her hand felt in his own. He tried to ignore the feeling, concentrating instead on the task at hand.
"It's not too deep," he said, his voice gruff. "But you should clean it properly. You don't want it getting infected."
"I will. I can do it myself. You dont need to worry. " says Olivia with an arrogant tone.
He rolled his eyes at her attitude. "Of course you can," he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "Because you're just so independent and strong. But you're bleeding, and the least you could do is let me help you with it."
"I dont want a coward to help me out." says Olivia. He bristled at her insult. Coward? The nerve of her. "I'm not a coward," he retorted, his voice rising. "And I'm offering to help you, whether you want it or not. You're clearly not in any condition to do it yourself."
"You didnt tell me who you are " she replies by nodded which makes him know that she is ok with him helping. He still didnt reply to her question.
He was taken aback by her insistence on knowing his identity. He was used to keeping his personal life private and he had no desire to reveal his true self to her.
He let out a frustrated sigh, knowing she wasn't going to let it go. "Fine. You want to know who I am?" he asked, his voice cold. "But this is between us. Understood?" "YES DEFINETLY SURE!" Olivia was too excited to know.
He took a deep breath, knowing there was no going back now. "My name is Aiden," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Aiden Carter."
He waited for her reaction, not knowing how she would react to his revelation.
Olivia, had no reaction. " Oh , i dont know anyone named Aiden, so i guess you need to explain me more?" she says
He let out an impatient sigh. He had hoped she wouldn't ask that. He had no desire to reveal his position in the company to her. But he also knew she wasn't going to give up until he answered.
"I do work here," he admitted, his voice strained. "But I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"wow and you were so confident that you'll fire me?😂😂" Olivia Laughs so hard. He bristled at her mocking tone. "I can still fire you, if I want," he said, baring his teeth. "Being an employee doesn't mean I don't hold power. I have a lot of say in this company, you have no idea."
"Are you gonna just hold my hand like this? or there is more to do?" Olivia taunts, smirking.
His grip on her wrist tightened instinctively, her teasing getting to him. Her smirk stirred something in him and he felt a strange mix of irritation and...desire? He quickly shook off the thought.
"There's more to do," he said gruffly. "You need to clean and bandage this wound, unless you want it to get infected."
"I dont own a chemist neither i have first aid.. So?? Aiden , what we should do?" Olivia speaks sadly.
He was taken aback by her lack of basic supplies. Did she really not have a first aid kit? Surely she wasn't that unprepared. He huffed impatiently, but the sadness in her voice tugged at him.
"We're going to my place," he said firmly, still holding her wrist. "I have a comprehensive first aid kit there."
"NO" shouts Olivia.
Aiden didnt even care about what Olivia said and takes her buckled her in the passenger seat and shuts the door.
"You are coming with me!" Aiden speaks while sitting on the seat.
Olivia had no time to protest as he buckled her in and got into the driver's seat. She was taken aback by his forceful behavior, but also a little intrigued by his assertiveness.
She sat silently in the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on him as he started the car. They drove in silence, the tension in the air palpable. Olivia's heart was pounding as she tried to wrap her head around the situation.
Why was he bringing her to his place? What did he have planned?
