A/N
So here is the new chapter.
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So maybe there is
darkness
inside of me
that you will never see...
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"So what is wrong?"
Those are the first words I hear the moment I step inside my work building.
Jake is, as always, waiting for me in the lobby holding a cup of steaming hot coffee prepared especially for me.
"What do you mean? There is nothing wrong with me. Is that my coffee?" I ask trying to advert the subject.
"Yes."
"Three sugar cubes?"
"Yes and extra foam and coconut flavor, but stop this. I know what you are trying to do and it will not work." he says while handing over the god-like beverage.
"What am I trying to do? I don't understand?" I feign innocence with a small smile on my lips.
He doesn't answer the questions, instead just takes the coffee back from my hand while rising his eyebrow.
"Speak or no coffee for you."
"That is just plain cruel. Exploiting my weakness like that." I whine with a pout and start walking towards my cubical.
He quietly follows my steps knowing very well that I will tell him eventually what is happening. I sit on my chair and begin to nervously bite my lip while playing with a pen I found on the desk.
How am I supposed to express myself, to tell him what has been bothering me for quite a while? God am I afraid that once I tell him, it will become true. It will be real, or at least more real than it is in my head.
"I like him." I breath out as if the words pained me.
"Who?" he asks even though he I am sure he knows the answer.
"Dimitry. I like Dimitry." I says while my eyes are getting filled with tears.
"And? What is so wrong about it?"
I look up at him puzzled.
He hates Dimitry. So why is he acting so strange? Why isn't he trying to make me deny my words or at least suggest a control at the nearest neurologist for some brain tumor?
He is looking at me quiet hopeful, as if he is glad I like him.
"What?"
"Look dear, no sugar coating it. You are miserable. You really are, no matter how much you are trying to hide it. I am glad that you finally have a chance to be happy." he says while crunching down so he can reach my level. He begins to caress my cheek in hopes that it will offer some kind of comfort.
"But I don't want to like him. I hate him."
"Are you sure you don't hate the way he makes you feel?" he asks while wiping my cheeks clean from the tears I could no longer control.
"No I don't like the way he makes me feel. He is rude and arrogant and thinks that he is always right and the world should bow before him. He thinks he is some god that graces us with his glamorous presence. God he is so annoying. Everything always has to be done his way." I full on start rambling while I can feel my face getting red from all the emotions that are choking me.
YOU ARE READING
The Ceo's Game
Literatura Feminina" You remind me of a line from a poem I once read. " I slowly get up and start to caress his face. " Oh really? Which poem?" he asks with a smirk on his handsome face, probably thinking that my answer will amuse him. "It's called "For woman who...
