My Guilty Pleasure

2. Party

Three weeks later...

After another stupid day at work, I finally have some time to rest in my office. I used to be a person who is looking forward to going to work, but not now. Since I got a new boss I'm pretty sure I would rather choose Hell than my job. I am not exaggerating when I say that he is trying to make my life miserable. Almost every day he finds a way to insult me or embarrass me. I'm really becoming suspicious about his reasons. Maybe he just hates me but I'm not sure. He has his moments when... How to say this... He crosses the line. Three weeks ago, he unbuttoned my jacket and left me standing half-naked in front of him. Luckily I am smarter than that so I reacted quickly and he didn't get a chance to see anything. I have to admit that I feel more and more pissed at him. I often lose control and that's not good for me. It's definitely not good.

- Gabriel, I'm telling you I'm not sure why he hates me. Since he came here he had something against me and he finds objection to anything I do. I can't tell you how hard it is to control my urge to hit him in the face. - I crossed my legs looking at the scene in front of me. I love the view from my office. You can see all the beauty and elegance of Miami. My anger slowly decreases just like the sea after the storm. I need to calm my urges. I won't let an arrogant fool like Zachary upset me.

- You are strong. Just don't let him throw you off your balance and you'll be fine. Simply ignore whatever he says and leave him to talk nonsense. You know how much you invested in your business and how hard you worked. He can say what he wants. - Gabriel's words always calm me. Most of the time, when I talk with him, I'm doubting whether I hate him or love him. He certainly always helps me and he's on my side, he always knows what I need him to do and he makes good decisions when I'm not capable. Sometimes it's like my mom is talking to me, as strange as that sounds. He knows that sometimes he needs to do things that I will hate him for but he will always do them for my own good, he knows when to yell at me and knows when I need him to be there for me. But there is a time when he behaves like a psychotic husband. He checked every guy that I dated, he's rude to everyone with whom I went out, and sometimes he makes decisions that are not his to make. I know that that wasn't from bad intentions but it's irritating. I can't always be patient and deal with his overprotective behavior.

- I know Gabriel. I have the rest of the day off so I will see some of my friends, or ex-boyfriends, I'll think about it.-

- I don't think that you will be doing that. Open your office door. - I frowned assuming what is happening. I got up and opened the dark wooden door and found myself face to face with a smiling Gabriel. Still holding cellphone pressed to his ear.

- Hello love. How about a hug? - He tried to hug me but I deftly escaped. I hate when people touch me. That's why I don't have boyfriends for more than a week. In fact, even that long is a blessing.

- Fiiiinnnneeeee... - Gabriel extended word, making an injured face, and then laid down on the leather couch.

- Gabriel, I told you not to come, I have plans. - He looked at me like I am crazy and then rolled his eyes. Why does he always have to be so hard? I'm twenty-one, I do not need him to constantly make decisions for me.

- Change of plans. Today is our day. - I looked at him with raised eyebrows. Does he really think it will pass with me?

- Yesterday was our day! And the day before and the day before that! - Again he rolled his eyes and started to play with his fingers.

- So what! Yesterday was our day so is today... - He looked at me with that sweet face that if I wasn't already used to, I would definitely fall for it. Moron.

- Well... But tonight is the party and I'm going, and you are going too. - I told him seriously, and he realized that he can't put me off of it. I can't stand these parties but it helps me relax. When I'm busy all day then that means that I don't have a break and don't have time to turn to the past. I prefer it when I just fall into bed from exhaustion. Maybe I'm not really normal...