Forbidden Love

9. The Second Jerk's Private Area ✔️

Lily's POV

I was going to ask Chris about Sarah last night, but he didn't come home. He only messaged me this: I'm not coming home tonight. Alice will send you your schedule and mine first thing in the morning.

That was all. Nothing...romantic. I mean I shouldn't have expected anything anyway. Chris Evans is not capable of feeling human emotions except for when his mom dies. Jerk.

On the other hand, I was gonna leave his house in 2 days. Which means in 3 days from now I won't be living with him anymore. I really didn't know how to feel. Should I feel sad about Sarah? Should I feel sad about not living with him anymore? Should I be confused about this whole thing between us? Should I be skeptical about his emotions? Should I be exhausted because of the amount of work I had to do alongside my college stuff? I really didn't know how to feel and it made me wanna kill someone. Sometimes I swear I felt like I'm turning into Hannibal Lector. As my dad puts it, I always had the potential for becoming a serial killer or a gorilla. Yeah, my dad's always full of cute ways to crap on every last shred of my self esteem. I really love my family, they're the best (you should be retarded not to note my sarcasm here.).

Alice sent me my schedule this morning. I had to go to Mr. Stark again. I wasn't gonna be late this time. Apparently I was gonna be his PA for the day. Chris just gave me up to some other jerk like that. Jerk.

Last night, in response to his message I just sent him an ice cold okay to make him understand I'm mad at him. Was I mad at him or just sad? Wow I really don't know anything. Anyway, I assume the fact that he gave me up to someone else for even one day is because he was getting back at me. I mean, he made me steam nearly 200 suits just because I went out with a guy.

"Why do I keep this job?" I mumbled to myself as I wrapped a comfy scarf around my neck and headed for my car. 'I hope Stark isn't as bad as Chris.'

***

"Hello Mr. Stark."

"Miss. Collins. I see you didn't disappoint me this time. Let's go." He said as he stood from his chair.

"Where?" I asked but he didn't answer. Confirmed. He's also a jerk like Chris.

He dismissed his driver and took the wheel himself. We drove to the grand mall.

"Help me pick something up for a girl." He said and then got out of the car.

"Oh that sounds fun." I said excited as I exited after him. "So what does she like?"

"I don't know. Don't you girls all like make-up and nail polishes and high heels?"

"First of all I hate all those three things you just said. Second, she has to have something especial she likes. What's the occasion anyway?"

"You talk a lot don't you?" He said annoyed making me pout.

"FYI there's a huge difference between a gift you get for Valentines' and a gift you get for a patient or a birthday party."

"Yep, you do talk a lot." He smirked. Jerk. "It's a birthday gift for my sister." I nodded. I thought it was for his girlfriend at first.

We spent 2 hours jumping from one store to another and everything I chose he either said is ugly or boyish.

"I have never seen a girl in my life who doesn't know how to shop." or "Are you a boy?" or "Do you even know what girls like?" or "Are you a lesbian?" were his frequent questions and remarks. The jerk used every opportunity to tease me. He was right though. I mean every single girly item in my closet was chosen by Cece. Like all my dresses, pumps, formal handbags, and generally all the things Cece threatened me to kill if I didn't wear to clubs or parties. I mean my make-up kit which I carry with me every time I go to classes (because Cece checks that I bring them with me) only consists of lip products. And funny thing, 90% of the times I wear lipstick is a disgraceful failure. You get the gist, right?