He loves me, he loves me not.

Chapter 2

ROGUE

I tucked my hair in as I looked at the mirror. I was wearing a formal grey pencil skirt, white shirt and a grey coat. My make up was minimal. It's been a long time since I actually dressed up. I really never dress up well. I either dress up as I'm going to the red carpet event or as a drunk homeless beggar.

I did my final touches and took a couple of pics to post it on Facebook, as I'm sure seeing me like this was like a blue moon. I posted it, as I took my brief and walked out of my room.

"Woah. Who the hell is that?", my sister asked me looking shocked.

"Now I know how the other people are gonna react", I said as I flew her a kiss and closed the door shut.

Monday didn't feel like Monday. It sorta felt like I was pretty excited to go to office today.

Oh then I remembered. It was because of him. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to see me. I mean what the heck. I have to hate him. He didn't even realise that I loved him.

I was suddenly in a bad mood now. All those things I got reminded of. I could rip someone's head apart. Just then.

"Hey Girl! What up with the new look?", Josh asked as he stood my the reception smiling like a drunk idiot.

"Don't you have anything else to fuck about?", I stormed into my cabin shutting the door hard that it vibrated a little longer.

I threw some stuff on the table hard and just then Kyle opened and peeked inside.

"What?", I asked with a stern expression on my face looking at him straight in the eye.

"Boss wants to see you in 2", he said and left shutting the door softly.

My expressions were completely widened. I was simply stuck there standing still thinking about what he would ask me.

"Oh shit. I'm Gonna be late.", I said to myself as I smoothened my skirt and fixed my hair.

I was so nervous that I would fall off any moment. I was gonna see him after like 5-6 years. 

He looked way too sexy than before. It's hard to describe a handsome guy like him. His high cheek bones. His perfect biceps just about to tear his shirt if he gave it a little pressure. And he was like the statue that Michelangelo himself carved.

Yeah I noticed a lot about him.
No no not in the office. I came to know he had a Facebook profile. And I was stalking.
It's fun. Like seriously. You should try.

*Kids don't try this at home. It leads to depression*

I reached his cabin and pushed the glass door in slowly.
He was there in his chair looking at his laptop so intensely. His hair was messy like bedroom messy. He wasn't wearing his coat and the first two buttons of his ivory shirt  was revealing a little big of this chest.

"Sir-", I started and he snapped his head at me and smiled instantly.

"Oh come on Rogue, call me Tyler", he said grinning like a child with a candy in hand.