Married To Mr. Rich Jerk ✔

5.Hatred.

Chapter-5.

Rhea's POV:

"I think we'll get along pretty well." Emma said grinning. She has been telling or should I say bantering about the jerk. She even acted like him. It was such a comical and funny sight.

"I don't wish to intrude, but what was the matter with you and Mr. Parker the other day?" She asked out of the blue, her concentration on her work as she took a swift glance my side. The constant smile on my face faded instantly.

Soon, she realized it as she tapped my arm. "Okay, I don't want to know. I was just..." she trailed off shaking her head a little. "Anyway, I should not be asking something personal." She smiled with a shrug as she went back to writing something.

"No that's fine," I start to say, "We had a deal and that's the reason I'm here, working as his assistant." I told her the half truth. "Otherwise, I hate him in fact, I loathe him." I confessed in a quiet voice as she chuckled.

"Same feelings this side too, sweetie," Emma laughed making me smile. "He's so discourteous and unmannerly." She cringed and I giggled.

We laughed, snickered and were so engrossed in our talks, that we didn't realize that we were actually very loud until in a flash, I heard my phone ringing endlessly.

"I am pretty sure it's Mr. Devil's call for you. Take it before he appears here and shows his outburst." She said pointing at his cabin, as she continued doing her work.

I chuckled and answered his call. "Ms. Wright, in my cabin. Now," he roared at the end and hung up without waiting for my reply.

"Yes?" I asked him calmly once I walked in his room.

"I didn't hire you to create havoc with your loud and immature talks with other employees. I won't tolerate that at any cost. You're neglecting your work." He commented rudely glaring at me.

I almost rolled my eyes looking down making myself ready for his attack. "I apologize for that sir," I say as I don't want to mess with him again. I better chose to stay calm rather to involve in an unnecessary argument with him.

"I want you to find all the annual files from last 15 years and go through it and make notes out of it. You'll find them in the store room two floors down." He ordered right back casually, ignoring my apology.

My lips curled up as I glared at him.

Is he serious! What is the use of it now?

"But, what's the need of finding them now. I mean I can make notes from other ongoing company deals." I reasoned out.

He stared at me and his face glowered, "I'm not asking your opinion. It's not needed. I'm ordering you." He enraged banging his palms against his desk table and I flinched at the sudden action. "Just do as I say and I want them by 4 this evening." He declared dismissively with mock anger and I can't help but to look at him with disbelief.

"Now, will you leave me alone?" He asked snapping back at me and had this prominent smirk dancing on his lips at the end.

I zipped my lips and just nodded trying to be calm and left his room. Only a fool would take his time to realize the fact that he was doing this intentionally to infuriate me more.

Why does he not fire me, if he does not want me to work with him? Of course, he knows I cannot relinquish and he is perceptibly perceiving it as an advantage.

Significantly, he wants to see me suffer and helpless. He loves doing that. I ranted to myself walking in the elevator. I didn't realize I was cursing the devil out loud and noticed a guy beside me in the lift, giving me amused stares. I raised my brows at him as he let out a chuckle.