Handled

Chapter Four

"Darla, what the fuck did I say?" I snapped as I stormed out of the horrible meeting. 

Darla glared over at me, her brown hair pulled up high into a messy ponytail, and her grey dress covered in a dark brown stain. "I'm pretty sure my areola has a third degree burn from you making me spill hot tea all over myself this morning, so forgive me for not being able to defeat Shaun today." She snapped over at me. 

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the instinct to punch her in the throat. 

"You couldn't defeat me if you wanted to babe" that deep voice huffed out, forcing Darla and I to both turn around. 

Shaun Hills. 

Currently, enemy number 1. 

His sandy brown hair was cropped to his head, his wide jaw and perfect smile on display with his striking blue eyes. His lean body covered in an expensively cut suit, and that fucking smirk was placed perfectly on his lips. 

This motherfucker. 

I placed on my best fake smile, and met those sinister blue eyes, "she could, but she has this pesky rule about not murdering my enemies for me." I pretended to laugh, while Shaun's eyes raked down my wrinkled outfit. 

Darla had not earned her fucking keep today. 

I was extremely late for the meeting, and Shaun had somehow been able to mention it ten times since I'd shown up. 

He sent me his slimy little smile, full of misogyny and patronizing bullshit. 

He stepped closer into my personal space, easily towering over my short frame, "you look tired, love, you should really consider cutting back here, it might get rid of those bags under your eyes."

Then that pitying fucking smile. 

Darla snorted into her sleeve. 

"Wow Shaun, thanks so much for your unsolicited opinion. But I'm doing fine, perfect actually, everything is running so smoothly here. I did hear you were having some troubles in New York though" I smiled with fake sympathy, "something like none of the millions of women there will sleep with you, because your personality is shitty and your dick is small." 

That fake smile dropped as he glared down into my face, "who said that? Derek? Because Derek is a liar!" 

Darla choked. 

"Doesn't matter you bush weed, what matters is that if you keep fucking with me, I will literally jump you in the middle of the night in a dark fucking parking lot, where no one will hear you screaming like a bitch."

He bared his teeth in my face, "I'm going to own this company, Zola, we both know you're going down and fast. It's just a matter of time" he smirked, leaning back, "but keep your chin up" he winked, taking another step away, before turning around, "and you might want to hit a gym, your ass is starting to look a little flat, babe."

Then he was gone. 

"He wants you so bad, he just isn't sure if he wants you dead or under him", Darla snorted. 

"He can suck my dick, did you do as I asked?" I watched Shaun disappear into the elevator. 

"Yes, his car was towed twenty minutes ago."

"Perfect."

"Now, lets talk about something interesting, like why you smell like a man." Darla smirked over at me, looking like a fucking crazy person with that huge stain on her dress. 

I blinked slowly at her, before subtly smelling myself, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You smell like men's Armani cologne, whore, so tell me what man am I smelling on you."

"Raina needed my car after the bullshit divorce proceedings this morning, and she had one of her friends give me a ride" I finish slowly. 

Darla's face soured at the mention of Raina, who she hated. A lot. 

A shit ton actually. 

Not that I could deny any of the reasons that she had for wanting to slowly run my cousin over with a semi-truck. 

Because some days, like today, I wanted to sit in the passenger seat of that truck and watch Raina get crushed. 

But I loved her. 

It was just so hard sometimes, so fucking hard. 

"Let me get this straight. So your cousin, who invaded your home without notice, the same one who didn't even invite you to her wedding, had you drive her to her divorce signing, and after she had one of her fuck buddies drive you to a work emergency because she wanted your car?" Darla looked extremely disgusted. 

"You're forgetting the part where she dragged me to said signing and then did not sign the fucking papers for her to get money so that she can get out of my home. I don't think it was a fuck buddy though, he was ... different, not Raina's normal boys that she keeps on a leash." I shrugged thinking about Silos fucking Kross. 

"So he wasn't hot, rich, and obnoxious?" she huffed in disbelief. 

"Yes. Yes. But no, not obnoxious, he was ... I don't know, I've never met someone like him before, he was so ... I'm not sure, but he was definitely different." I finished quietly, my thoughts racing back over the sickeningly attractive man. 

"Did this guy have a name?" Darla rolled her eyes as she started throwing papers on her desk into her bag. 

I smirked at her, "Silos Kross" she dropped her bag, her neck snapping up to look at me in shock. 

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. 

"Details, and now. But first we need to hit the road you, my violent boss, have a meeting, and we are late."