the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 42

i stare in shock at harry as i see the imprint of my right hand on his left cheek. harry's mouth hangs open while our minds are trying to process what just happened. he puts his hand on his cheek, shocked evident on his beautiful face. even my own hand hurt by the impact, but harry's expression right now makes me want to bolt out from his office.

he looks really angry and ready to combust in anger. his eyes turn into darker shade of green, his breath is unsteady as his face reddened by each second passes. my mind is fucked by the thing after lunch and the thought of me just slapped him across the face.

harry looks at me in disbelief and walk closer to me, pulling both of my hands forcefully so our chests are against each other's.

"get off me!" i snap.

"if you want to take a break then fine, that is up to you," he starts speaking with a very low --probably the lowest-- voice, making me shiver. "but do not fucking dare do that again. you got that, scarlette?" he growls with a threatening tone.

"then let's just end it!" i shout, getting frustrated. this guy really drains my energy!

"no," he lets go of me, catching me off guard.

"what do you even want?!" i yell, running my hands through my hair. i want to pull my hair out of my head right now and this guy still looks so calm with everything that's been going on.

"i want you to be with me, scarlette! i've told you that!" he shouts back.

this guy is really used with getting anything he wants.

instead of shouting back at him again, i let out a humourless laugh. i smile devilishly at him, "fine." i state.

"fine!" he snaps back, not paying attention to what will come.

if he can have lunch with her without telling me, i will have lunch with someone else too without telling him. if he wants to pick her up, then go because i'll have someone else to pick me up. if he's going to a familly dinner with her family included without telling me, i'll have my ex's family having a dinner with me.

childish, i know. but i want him to know what it feels like to be on my position sometimes.

gripping my hands tight next to my body, i take a deep breathe and turn around to walk out of his room.

"do not even think about doing what i have done, scarlette," harry scoffs from behind. "i will make anyone who gets near you as miserable as it can be even if it's only an act."

my eyes widen as i turn my face to look at him in disbelief. i stare at him in pure shock, "are you fucking serious?!" i shriek.

"is that not what you've been thinking?" he arcs an eyebrow, "you are so easy to read."

"sh-shut up!" i shout. "you can't control me or anyone around me!" i point to his face.

"says who?" he smirks.

once again, harry just won. he won not because i let him, but he knows he always wins. he thought he can have everything with all the power and connection he has and as much as i don't want to admit it, he's right. now here i am, standing in front of the man i love, battling myself wether i should keep on fighting or admitting i've just got defeated by him.

"i fucking hate you," i sneer, wanting to cry.

all of a sudden, his expression changes. it's not like he's playing or angry anymore, his face looks like he's been stabbed from the back by someone. i keep my eyes focus on him trying to study his expressions. the previous one has changed as he furrows his eyebrows together, looking at me straight to my eyes and if look could kill, i'd be fifty feet under.