Chapter eleven

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"I hate you"
"And I love you"
These phrases were constantly thrown at each other by the love interest in this stupid movie faith put on.

Like come on people have sex or don't have sex it's up to you just don't take a century to decide. Also what's with the hate you I love you, I think she's just saying that so they can have make up sex. Wouldn't blame her though, that's pretty good sex.

Faith was watching intently at the tv screen, shoving her mouth with popcorn every 10 seconds. I scoffed at the sight off her, she was a sucker for romance movies.

Once she told me about a dream she had, and had explained that she was living in a romance movie. This particular dream was based on fault in our stars, she was hazel and Michael b. Jordan was Angus. Except in her dreams Angus didn't die and she got cured of her sickness and they lived happily every after. I tend to zone myself out when faith is telling me about her fascinating dreams.

"Oh my stars, just fuck already!"I cried, this movie was starting to tick me off. The characters were getting closer to each other by the second. Until their noses were touching. They were so close to kissing. The anticipation was eating me alive like ants when they find dead stuff.
"oh fuck it" the girl had said in a careless tone to her so called lover.

"FINALLY" I exclaimed.
"It was about time, now they're gonna fuck, she's gonna get pregos and then they live happily ever after" faith said losing her faith in the movie (ha).

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I was making my way to Toms office, my heart was racing with each step I took. My footsteps were echoing against the walls of the empty building. It was currently 7:00 and everybody had left, I would be gone too but Tom made me get him some dinner, I also had to schedule him for his photo shoot with teen vogue. Even tho he wasn't a teen, still confuses me.

I halted in front of his door, Over these past few weeks I avoided going into Toms office the mere thought of Jane being sprawled across his desk made me revolt.

The shuffling inside the room woke me up from my trance, my heavy breathing must have given him a sign that I'm in front of his door creepily.

I swallowed my anxiety and knocked on the hard wooden doors. I immediately cupped my fist and silently cursed, that door is a bit too hard im probably going to have a bruise in the morning.

"Come in, Zara" he yelled out to me his voice was raspier than usual, he must be very tired. Probably from fucking his other assistant. Wait I shouldn't be thinking like that.

I walked into the office immediately getting hit by the strong smell of men's deodorant. I placed his nandos on his desk, earning a cute smile from him. Toms eyes immediately lit up at the sight of nandos which made me snicker quietly, my hand covering my mouth.

"Hey don't laugh, nandos is my favourite" he said pouting.

I lightly shook my head, " is there anything else you need?" I asked

"No I don't think so, unless you'd care to join me with my nandos? I've got two burgers a paella and a half chicken, there's plenty to share".

I hesitated to answer but knowing me and how nice I am I would feel bad for eating his food but I'd also feel terrible if I denied his offer, he was being rlly sweet at the moment.

"I mean, I would feel bad for eating your food and for disrupting you, ya know?" His face remained the same except for the evident smirk that had made its way on his face.

"Darling I didn't order this much food so you could reject me so quickly" realisation had quickly washed over me. That's why he ordered a lot of food I thought it supposed to be part of his diet for his upcoming movie.

"Well now I feel a bit stupid"

"Don't be" he chuckled while signally me to take a seat on the couch.

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"You're being a dick that's why" I exclaimed.

"I fucking hate you" he muttered under his breath.

"What was that tom? Please repeat that." I questioned my hands gripping my hips and my head leaned forward looking tom straight in the eyes.

"I said I fucking hate you" he said, his eyes darkening and his voice booming out at me. I stepped back startled by the sound of his voice.
I shook my head and scoffed, I quickly turned away and walked fast.

Silence, he didn't come after me, he didn't even call for me to stop. I looked back and he was gone.

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