My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

'And they need a fu**ing date.', he gritted.

Ohh whoa whoa

Our ego master had to swallow his pride today.

He gave me a pleading look and I rolled my eyes.
Beg me you vicious lamb.

'That red head is available.', I said while filing up the scattered papers off of his table.

I punched the holes in the bundle and dared a look at him. He looked thoughtful.

'Yeah I guess.', he said loudly and my hands halted.

What?

He's playing with me.

I stood up and thumped out of his office. Stinky lamb.

Huh...

Drowning in work never comforted me so much. It was until I felt him fighting with his door.

Ohh its five.
Time to go.

I packed my bag and sashayed towards the elevators. I smiled inwardly when he stepped inside with me.

He's busted
But still I won't humiliate him with his secret.

We rode down in silence until he chose to break it.

'Do you have her number?', he asked.

Huh?

'Julia?', he explained.

'Who?', I asked again.
Seriously! I didn't know whom he was talking about.

'Your red headed fairy.', he smirked and I fumed at his audacity.

'Why would I have her number?', I gritted.

'Last time I checked, you looked pretty comfortable with her.', he looked way too serious.

How could he relate me to some slut?
Tears blurred my vision and at that precise moment the doors slid open and I ushered myself out.

Bast***

I shut the door with a loud thud and screamed in agony. He's bad. So so bad. Can't he realize how much I love him?
Still he chooses to stab me every now and then.

Amidst all the tears, I reached my apartment and shut the door with a loud thud.

I took stairs to reach up. It wasn't that high. I lived on seventh floor. Or it's more like I didn't have a choice. There wasn't any elevator here.

Dumping my useless self on my bed I cried. Hard.
Ceasar was right.
No matter how much I try to change myself there's still some debris that won't ever leave my hollow vessel.
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'Stop it.', I slapped him hard across his face and that infuriated him more.

He dragged me to his room by my shirt and by the time he dumped on the floor, that poor cloth was shredded.

'Ceasar stop it!'

But he was unstoppable.

He tore the remaining pieces of my shirt and bit my neck.
I screamed in pain and that made him dug his teeth more deeply in my skin.

I bit his shoulder and he slapped me.

'Stay put!', he growled and captured my lips in a bruising grip with his lips.

I gagged at the strong smell of alcohol from his nasty mouth. I bit his lip and tasted blood. He moaned in response and I felt warm tears coating my hairline.