Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Three: Old Schoolmates

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

"Benjamin?" I said, stunned. It's been nearly four years since I've last seen him.

"Alicia? Is that you? I can't believe this!" He exclaimed with his Russian accent. He stood and pulled me into a tight hug, spinning me. I yelped and he put me down. "Wow! It's you! My god..." He looked me up and down, making me blush. "You've changed..."

"Uhh, yeah..." I said awkwardly.

'God, I hope he doesn't remember...'

"What are you doing here?" He asked, still within close proximity of me.

I cleared my throat and said, "I-I work here now. I'm Mr. Styles' assistant..." When I said his name, Ben scoffed. "What?"

"That know-it-all?"

"Ben, you used to be him, once upon a time!" I said sternly.

"Yeah...I remember...that was one of the reasons you rejected me, right?" He drew closer to me.

Yup. He still remembers tenth grade.

"That was eight years ago, Benjamin..." I gulped, taking a step back. I don't like this.

"Yes and I've changed since then." He said quietly, taking another step forward and I bumped into a wall when I moved back. "I still want you, Alicia..." He hummed into my neck, making me gasp. "And I'll have you. One way or another."

My eyes widened and I put my hands on his chest. "The day you'll have me, is the day Robert Downey Jr. smooches me in front of everyone in the building." I choked out.

He put his large hands on my waist and pulled me closer. "We'll see about that." He growled into my ear. I pushed him back and made my way out. I let out a deep breath and leaned against a wall.

Great. Just, fucking great.

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