The Broken Girl Meets Mr. CEO

16| Kendra

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Kendra's POV

  I would deffiently be lying if I told you I wasn't terrified at first as he took longer strides towards me glaring evilly. It reminded me of him.

  I kept getting more and more pissed at everything that came out of his mouth that, by the time his girlfriend or whatever she is left and he told me I would work as a servant at one of his hotels, I was ready to burst and that's what I did.

  I slapped him whipping his head to the right. He held onto this cheek and the office got silence besides his and my breathing.

  He showed me a string of emotions. At first when he looked at me his mouth was slightly open and his sharp eyes were now wide. I looked down at my now stinging like a bitch hand. I couldn't believe I actually slapped Eric Kinsley.

  When I looked back up at him he gave me a deadly look that told me he was looking to make my life miserable. He glared at me with his eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks puffed out and his teeth were clenched together. He looked pissed.

  When he took a step towards we I took a step back in fear. He always had the same look on his face that Eric had right now. He is out to kill me just like he was.

  I kept taking one step back everytime he took one forward until eventually my worst nightmare happend. My back hit the wall and I was now surrounded.

  I choked up as Eric's tall figure bent down to meet me face to face. I shuddered as he gave me the same deadly glare. I looked down the best I could not wanting to look at his angry expression.

  I wanter him to back up and get out of my personal space, but I knew I wasn't strong enough to say it when it came to physical things with men. He made me this way and I hated him for it, but looking up at Eric's curious expression I knew I wasn't dealing with him.

  When he backed away and tried looking at me to get answers, I knew I was dealing with a cocky prick, but not an abuser.

  I sighed of relief and got myself back together learning off the wall and stood straight again.

  Eric was the first to speak, "What the hell was that?" He asked, but his voice was not rough and intimidating. Instead of his voice being angry, it was soft and curious. He was shocked about my reaction.

  I looked down scolding the floor and mentally scolding myself. I never let him get to me for years now. My nightmares stopped almost two years ago. I guess this just triggered it because I never had a man so intimidating look at me with so much anger since the last time I saw him.

  "I don't hit women Kendra, I wasn't going to start today." Eric said getting annoyed from my silence.

  I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What the hell was I going to say? How am I going to get out of this one?

  "I am still pissed that you slapped me in my own office, in my own building, but I wasn-"

  "I was over reacting and still pissed at you as well." I said cutting him off.

  He rolled his eyes at me, "You are a bad lier Miss. Peterson."

  I glared at him, "It's none of your business how I reacted the way I did."

  He held his hands up in defence backing up and sitting on the edge of his desk looking at me, "You're completely right. Now, why are you still in my office."

  "The job." I muttered.

  "Yes, I do hope you and your friend enjoy it."

  I rolled my eyes, "I don't want to be a fucking server at one of your hotels. Yeah sure it is better than the crappy place I work out now, but I want something better than reliving food and drinks to someone."

  He groaned, "Why do you have to be so infuriating?"

  "Why do you have to be such an asshole?"

  "Why do you have to be a bitch?" He replied.

  "Why did you have to get a fake girlfriend to impress your parents? All you can really get are sluts?"

  He glared at me, "Silvia was my girlfriend."

  "Like I said, all sluts."

  He smirked at me, "You will not give up will you?"

   I shrugged my shoulder and raised an eyebrow, "Better job or no babies? What is it going to be Mr.Kinsley?"

  "Bartender?"

  "Really?"

  "Singer?"
 
  "I would scare them away."

  "I wouldn't want that."

  "No you wouldn't."

  He sighed, "Striper?"

  "Fuck you."

  He chuckled, "Well, you said all I could get are sluts."

  "Hence why you aren't my real boyfriend."

  He rolled his eyes, "Fine, you two can have a job in the copy room. All papers needed printed or copied like documents and others will be your job. Pays twice as much as the servers at my hotels by the way."

  "Will we be working right here?"

  "Yes."

  "Would I be seeing you?"

  "Possibly."

  "Then I have to think about it."

  "I bet I could get you to like me Miss.Peterson."

  "How would you do that?"

  "Have you always been this cute, or did you have to practice?"

  "Excuse me?"

  "If I had a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you. I'd have five cents."

  "Do you use these on women?"

  "Occasionally."
 
  "That explains the whole slit thing."

  He furrowed his eyebrows at me, "Get out of my office Miss.Peterson."

  "When do I get started?"

  "Next week, and no packing or I will fire your ass."

  "Yes, sir."

  He rolled his eyes, "Goodbye Miss. Peterson."

  "Later boss!' I shouted on my way out his office.

  "Don't tempt me!" I heard his growl.

  I rolled my eyes and walked past a smirking Ashton knowing he heard most of that.

  Now I just have to tell Celeste We'll be working for another asshole, but a richer and more handsome one.

  This is really not edited but I hope you like this chapter.

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Kelly