Jackass Boss [COMPLETED]

Give respect Take respect

The last time I fainted, I was ten. High fever. Delirium. The usual kid stuff.

But this time? This damn woman actually made me faint. At my age. In my own home. She has officially driven me back into childhood.

Since the day she arrived, my life has turned into a live-action sitcom. Chaos follows her like a shadow. Every damn day, there's something.

Oh Lord, save me. I'm begging You.

When I came to, my vision had returned to normal. The doctor must have fixed me up quickly. Unfortunately, Dev and Elina were already having the time of their lives laughing at my misery.

"She actually did it... God, I'm speechless. It's hilarious," Dev cackled, slapping my shoulder like it was a comedy award show.

"Can you shut the hell up?" I snapped. My pride was in shambles, and this clown was rubbing salt into the wound.

And then... there she was. Standing in the doorway. Jessy. Looking innocent. Too innocent.

"Can I come in?" she asked quietly, clutching a tray.

"Who the hell asked you to show your bloody face to me again?!" I barked.

"S-Sorry, sir..." she mumbled. "I brought drinks... for everyone."

"Come on in, Jessy. No big deal," Dev chimed in, grinning like the devil. He knew exactly how to get under my skin.

I glared at her like I could shoot laser beams out of my eyes. She gave me a quick glance, then lowered her head, pretending nothing happened. The audacity.

"Thanks, Jessy... for the 'drink,'" Dev added with a wicked smirk.

"No problem, sir," she replied sweetly—too sweetly—before sneaking another glance my way and quickly looking down again.

I couldn't take it.

"You know, I'd fire you right now if I wasn't tied up by this goddamn management contract. Just wait, Miss Booby," I growled. She let out a small sigh, then turned to leave. "Get out," I ordered.

Once she was gone, Dev gave me a look. "Don't you think you're being a bit rough on her?"

Elina nodded. "She seems like a good girl."

"Don't be fooled. Spend five minutes alone with her and she'll have you climbing the walls. She's a walking disaster," I muttered.

They both burst out laughing.

"Oh, speaking of disasters," Dev said, grinning. "Mr. Mendoza sent his wedding invitation. Wants you to bring the whole family. Can you believe that old man's still going for it? After five failed marriages?"

I scoffed. "He's our biggest client, so tread carefully. His disasters fund our paychecks."

"Yeah, yeah... precious client," Dev rolled his eyes.

JESSY'S POV

Thank God he's fine. I still can't believe I made him faint. That expression on his face yesterday... I know it's terrible, but it keeps making me chuckle.

"What's so funny? Reliving yesterday's trauma?" came a voice from behind me.

I nearly dropped the tray. Turning, I saw Mr. Erickson with that usual cold expression.

"S-Sir... your coffee," I stammered, pushing the mug toward him.

He took it and lifted the cup to his soft pink lips. Control your thoughts, Jessy. Stop staring at his mouth.