My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

My Wattpad Stories

~Winter's last Stand [COMPLETED]

~My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Small reminders

~Don't Translate

~Don't Copy

~Don't post this on any other website

My Spicy Orange
[Begins]

Oh no!
Late again

Fu**

Why can't I take my alarm seriously?

I jumped under a cold shower coz there was no time to make it warm. I came out with goosebumps and towel as only article of clothing on my body.

Shrugging into black pants and peach button down shirt, I blow dried my hair and swept them up in a pony tail.

I looked at the clock and screeched.

Shit.

Its 8:45 in the morning.

I won't be able to make it in time.

Clutching my purse and car keys, I dashed out of my apartment and rode down to the parking lot.

My happy car chimed at my presence and I sat inside.
With a lightening speed, I drove the car and was in the parking of my workplace.

A hotel.
Al-Zaimus.

A known aroma engulfed me as I strode across the lobby. While waiting to reach my floor, I readied myself for yet another session of his wrath.

Yeah he was a Titan.
And his wrath was yet another story to be endured by none other than Cassandra White.

My neck seemed on fire when doors slid open.
Whoosh..

Why can't I just wake up early..?

Last time it was 9:03 a.m and he was all ready to throw his chair over me.
And now...

I frowned and gazed down at my wrist watch and was taken aback at the horrendous sight.

Fu**

9:15 a.m

'Are you going to stand here all day blessing your watch with your sight?'

Ohh my

My head whipped up to find the only man in my life who was able to stir my downstairs.

He stood in the doorway of his office in all his glory, glaring down at me with those chocolatey brown eyes.

'Late again Ms.White.', he announced and I looked down in embarrassment.

'I'm sorry.', I managed a humiliated whisper and looked up to nothing but his retreating back.

I pushed past the already closing door and followed him.

He branched on the couch of his office and I looked at his beautiful face, not knowing whether he heard my apology or not.

'I want you to publish an advertisement  in newspaper.', he started firing his orders of the day at me.

Can't he be a bit nice...?

Huff

I took out my notepad and started scribbling his orders.

With the tip of my pen, I sharply ticked the paper as an end note and smiled down at his immaculate form.

He dismissed me with the wave of his hand that meant I must get the hell out of his cold gaze.