My Rude Ceo

Chapter 1

Days Pov

Waking up every morning isn't a breeze. Sometimes I just want to sleep, yet I know I can't do that. I'm only twenty and yet my life is taking the wrong turns. Turning I see the alarm say 5:30 a.m., grunting heavily I get out of bed. My life would've been better if things didn't happen. I walk out of my dull old room and go to the bathroom. Its freezing. I strip out of the shirt I am wearing and look in the mirror, my dingy brownish blackish hair was tangled. I had bags under my eyes and scars on my body. Sighing, I stepped into the shower turning it on, note that I have no hot water so its cold. I wash myself clean and fast. Getting out the shower I grab my towel, rubbing it around my wet body I moan. The feeling of warmth never fails me. 

I walk into my bedroom and drop the towel. Going to my closet I grabbed a pair sweatpants, a big white shirt, and a pair of worn out Converse,  put them on. I silently walk to my bed and sat down, grabbing the comb off the side of my bed I began to comb my tangled hair. Putting into a high ponytail, I sighed in relief. Gathering my thoughts, I finally realized today I was going to have to look for a job. I was nervous. I grabbed my keys and left for the day. I have no money or transportation so I walk every and anywhere. Walking down the dimly lit street, I smiled. 

I walk into the corner store to see my favorite clerks. I walked up to the counter and stood there waiting for him to recognize me. Angrily texting in his phone, he huffed. Without looking up he said, "how may I help you ma'm?" Scowling at him I smacked my lips, "You know Henry one day your boss is gonna fire you." He looked at me smiling, "Let him fire me, I HATE THIS JOB," he shouted. Laughing lightly I waved him off, "You need help. Anyways, I just came to say hi." I said looking down. 

"Nonsense girl, you came to look at me," he said wiggling his eyebrows. My face turns into a frown, "As if I would ever lower my standards." He looked sad, "Yeah, Yeah" he said. "Well bye I will see you some other time." "Wait!" he shouted. "Are you coming over for dinner? My mom really misses you. Also, what the hell are you wearing? You look like a hobo!" He chuckled. 

"Well excuse me! I cant afford clothes! Its none of your concern anyway! Also no I won't be coming." I shout angrily as i walk out of the store. I was busy speed walking, that I didn't notice I was heading into the street. I heard honking and screeching of brakes. Looking up with tears visibly in my eyes I stood there, frozen. 

I heard cursing and slamming of a car door. A tall, tan figure approaches me. I looked down feeling nervous. "What type of idiot stands in the middle of the damn street? Are you hard of hearing?!"  I keep head down, trying to stop the tears. "Look at me when I'm talking to you! You could have been killed!" He shouts. Tears are still falling from my face, he grabs my face making me look up at him. He looks at me with remorse. "I'm sorry all of this, I must leave now," I stuttered out and tried to walk away. He grabs my arm and yanks me back, "Its rude to walk away and not answer my questions," He was fully glaring at me now. I look everywhere, but at him. 

"Hello?!" He tapped his foot on the pavement, sounding frustrated. I back away from him feeling uncomfortable. He looks me up and down, "Are you homeless? Do you need money? What are you wearing?" He asks, grimacing at me. Turning my back on him, "No I am not homeless. If I did need money I wouldn't want yours and it's called clothing. Look up the definition I'm sure you'll find it." I sassed at him. I heard him chuckle. I walked away deciding I'd try job hunting for another day. 

All of a sudden he ran to me and smiled. "Come with me," he said way too cheerfully. "No, now please bug off." He frowns, "Don't be stubborn." Taking off with my long legs, i dash away from him. He wouldn't be able to catch me at this rate. Sprinting was never a problem for me. I went to the park where no one could see me. Sitting down on the ground, panting out of breath. I bring my knees up to my chin and hug them. Why do people bother me? I just wanna be alone. Seeing that it was getting dark, I get up deciding to head home. As i begin to walk back, the figure came. I began to get angry, "Are you some type of stalker?!" I say looking down.

"I literally drove down here to find you and you fucking call me a stalker! You know what fine! I don't wanna hear about or see you on the news!" He shouts walking away to his car. After I heard his car leave I got up and continued to walk home. I saw a group of men walk towards me. I quickly crossed the street and hurried home. After getting inside I locked the raggedy door. Sliding down the door to sit on the floor. 

I seriously  need to be more cautious of my surroundings. Getting myself of the floor and I pick up my small phone. I sighed and looked through the missed calls. He calls every hour of the day! I slammed the phone back down and went to my room. Stripping out of my clothes and pulling my hair out of the ponytail. I threw on a shirt and flew into the medium bed. Setting my alarm to 6:00 a.m. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Moments later the ringing of the phone woke me up. Groaning I slowly threw my long legs over the side of the bed and got up. Sluggish, I picked up the phone frowning. "Hello," I said lazily. I hear breathing on the other side of the phone, I began to get aggravated. "Hello?!" I said once more but harsher.  "Hello beautiful, I will be there to see you soon," with that he hung up. I stare at the phone as tears ran down my shocked face. I'm not ready to see him.