Made For Each Other [On Hold]

Chapter 1 - Marinette

"You can't fire me! I don't even work for you!" He snapped at my back and with a huff, I spun around, pasting a sickly sweet smile on my face.

"You don't? Oh, well that's shame. 'Cause if you did, I wouldn't have to do this," I strode towards him, a smirk hanging off my lips and stopped when our toes were slightly touching.

I bit my lower lip and as his gaze snapped away from my eyes, I could practically see the desire in his eyes.

Fury bubbled and boiled in the base of my stomach, as I leaned back from him with my lip curled.

I snapped my fingers and four hands clamped down on his shoulders. I took a step back, my face a closed off mask, even though I wanted to kick him somewhere precious.

He yelped as two of my security guards dragged him out of my foyer. "If you show your face here again, I will have you arrested for trespassing."

He sputtered as he kicked out at anything, trying to avoid being dragged out but he only looked like the fool he was. When the three of them had reached the doors, he screamed obscenities at me but I watched it all with a sense of satisfaction.

My secretary came up beside me with a raised eyebrow. "Was that really necessary? He's not going to give up."

"I know but now he has a tarnished reputation and he'll think twice before trying to swindle my company out from underneath me again," I glanced over at her and chuckled softly at her incredulous expression. "I know what I'm doing, Mylene."

My old classmate sighed and shook her head before a slight smile shone through her exasperation. "Well, don't come crying to me if you realise that you pushed him too far."

I grinned and slung an arm over her shoulder, leading the both of us towards the elevator, away from my ex-ex-boyfriend. "I promise. If by some ridiculous reason, I come to realise that it was a bad decision to dump my boyfriend as publicly as possibly after he made out with Chloe Bourgeois on live TV, then I promise not to come crying to you."

Mylene chuckled softy, "Well, when you put it that way..."

We walked through the doors, as the elevator pinged open and I leaned against the wall, watching the tiny woman as she clutched her clipboard to her chest. She had changed so much since school but there were still some things that were the same and I grinned as one of her many qualities popped to mind. I tilted my head and asked, slyly, "Don't you have a date with Ivan in an hour?"

She gasped and spun around to face me, a blush colouring in her cheeks as her eyes widened in shock. "Oh no! I completely forgot! How could I forget, Marinette? Oh no! I have to go! I'm so sorry, Marinette but I have to go."

She slid out between the doors before they could close and rushed towards the glass doors.

"Have fun, Mylene!" I called out, as the doors closed softly.

I chuckled to myself, and pressed the button that would take me to my office on the top floor. I rested my head against the decorative paneling as the terrible elevator muzak played softly in the background, and I let out a big whoosh of air, dropping all my fake emotions.

By myself, I could finally show how I felt. My legs collapsed underneath my and I slid to the ground. My chest heaved with the effort to keep the sobs inside. The last thing I needed today was to walk out of my private elevator with tears staining my cheeks.

How could he do that to me? I could almost understand if he was trying to make me jealous but did he really have to pretend to like me? Did he really have to lie to my face, while behind my back he was trying to steal my company? And of all people, did it really have to be her?

I shook my hair out of my face with a strangled laugh. Of course it had to be her. Why wouldn't he pick the person I hated most in the world?

I shoved myself to my feet as I came to the level before my floor and I dusted myself off. I straightened my askew dress and stood proud as the elevator came to my floor. I would not let him change me into a small and cowed creature. I was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, one of the best fashion designers in Paris and I was NOT going to be pushed around by a narcissist.

I fixed a smile upon my face that was not entirely forced and sashayed into my office like I owned the place, which I technically did. Surprisingly, it was empty so with a grin, I plopped down behind my desk and checked my messages. There were seven from Alya, all delivered in the past three minutes, and another two from my parents. I called my best friend first and as it rang I spun around, sliding along my office floor on my desk chair towards my floor-to-ceiling windows. I didn't have to wait long before before she picked up with a squeal that made me rip the phone away from my ear.

"Girl! I can't believe you did that!" Alya let out another squeal and I couldn't help but giggle. "It's all over the news!"

I put my feet up on a fake pot plant and relaxed back into my chair with a Cheshire-like grin on my face. "Already? I kicked him out less than five minutes ago!"

"I know! It's great! Everyone's been watching to see what you'd do after he kissed that witch and you having him forcibly removed from your building was gold, girl!"

I laughed, happily and freely. "It felt so good. Honestly, nothing could have made me happier than seeing him being thrown on his face outside my building."

"Well, I could think of one thing that would make you happier. Or should I say one person?" Alya added slyly.

"Well, duh! Seeing him in my office would make me happy on any day!" I giggled at the thought of Adrien Agreste walking into my office. Distantly a clock chimed, and on checking the time, I did a double take. "Damn! Sorry, Alya. I gotta go but we can talk more this evening, right?"

"Count on it, girl!"

I hung up and on hearing the bell of my other elevator ding (yes, I have two elevators), I zoomed back to my desk to pretend like I was working.

"Mylene! Aren't you supposed to be on your date? Or are you going to tell me that you've canceled because you wanted to spend it with me? Because I'd rather eat alone than spoil your day." I twirled a pencil in my hand while staring at a blank canvass, trying to at least look like I was thinking of a new design rather than about my ex-boyfriend being thrown on his face.

"Well, I'm not Mylene, and I'm not going on a date with anyone but I can certainly take you to lunch if you want? It wouldn't ruin my day."

My head snapped up so fast I almost got whiplash. Standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets and a smile dangling of those gorgeous lips of his, was Adrien Agreste.