Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter nine:

-- C H A P T E R
N I N E --

He closes the door behind me as soon as I walk in. My spine tenses as I feel him walk around me, his suit jacket reeking of cigarettes.

He stands before me now, his blue eyes narrowing at my body. He says nothing, so I start to break the ice.

"You wanted to see --"

Freddie cuts me off by cupping my face in his hands, planting a rather strong and intensified kiss. His lips tasted the same, only this time the scent of nicotine lingered in the air.

I immediately pushed him back. "What the Hell?!" I bark, stepping back a bit slightly. "You just got done screwing someone else!" I snap. "Why are you doing this? What is your problem?!"

Freddie stands there emotionless. It was almost like he didn't know what to do. He seemed lost.

He looks down at the ground, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit. He then returns his gaze back up at me, his eyes no longer seeming domineering but rather vulnerable.

"I don't know why I did it," he replies finally. "I... I'm sorry." Freddie looks away now, his eyes focused on the window before us.

"Mr. Highmore," I begin, stepping a little closer to him. Although I knew my next action could be considered boarderline inappropriate, I placed my hand on his shoulder anyway; politely forcing him to look at me. He cranes his head back to me. "If you don't mind me asking," I begin slowly. "what was going on between you and Aubrey?"

Freddie shoves my arm off of his shoulder, storming towards his swivel chair. "It was just a meaningless shag," he mutters. "nothing more, nothing fuckin' less." He pours himself a glass of whiskey, takes a shot and swallows it whole.

"So, why did you kiss me then?" I ask him.

He rolls his eyes at me. "I don't fucking know why! Okay?" He snaps. "Maybe I just wanted to feel something!"

"You don't have to force your mouth on mine to feel something, sir!" I quip. "What you've done and how you have been talking to me is boarderline disrespectful!"

He looks at me now, his glare deadly. "I want you to drink with me, Ms. Helgard." He takes out another shot glass and pours a bit of the alcoholic substance in it.

I scrunch my face up in disgust. "What? No!" I spat. "I won't be drinking with you."

"Then you're fired." Freddie replies bluntly.

I turn on my heel towards the door. "Quite frankly, Freddie," I state. "I don't give a damn anymore."

I then turn the doorknob of his office door and slam it shut; leaving the pathetic excuse of a man to rot in his own filth.

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When I got home, I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I simply stepped in through the front door, slammed it shut, then walked past Jade's room; trying to ignore her having sex and went straight to my room, blaring out Journey as I take out my laptop and surf the web for a few hours.

I couldn't get the kiss from earlier out of my head. I didn't particularly enjoy it, because just moments ago, he had slept with someone else. I don't know why, but the knowledge of him sleeping with that blonde bimbo angered me. Why did he kiss me? Why did he force me to drink with him?

On top of those two questions, I had no idea as to who he is in the business industry. So, being the procrastinater that I am, I decide to finally look him up. It's a shame that I decide to this after I just got fired hours prior to coming home. Two days in a row and I'm already let go.

My mother would be so proud.

I type in Freddie Highmore business in the search engine on Google and what came up were numerous articles on his real-estate company. So, the grimy bastard sells houses, too. I wonder if he's shagged a bunch of women as a gimic to get them to buy his properties...

I don't know what this man was doing to me, but I'm glad that I wouldn't be working for him anymore. I can find a better job that'll probably pay me less, but I'd get the respect I deserve.

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When you stalk someone for hours on the internet, you tend to memorize a few things. He was born in Camden, and he's been in the real-estate business for ten years. He was also acknowledged as the youngest entrepreneur in the world. As I was reading this, I couldn't help but feel impressed.

When I'd look at the photos presented to me in the articles I'd read, I couldn't help but fall in love with his smile. He didn't appear to be this way in person. And somehow, the small part of me who was attracted to him overpowered the much angrier side of me. He was so breathtakingly beautiful... Why was he so angry? What caused him to be this way?

I immediately shake my head at the thought, and instantly closed the tabs on my laptop along with clearing my search history.

I didn't need to know now. I've been fired, that's all there is to it.

I get up from my desk and stretch, and as I gather my pajamas for my evening shower, I hear my phone vibrate against my dresser. I look down at my screen and look at the Caller ID.

It was Freddie.

I slide the ACCEPT button and bring the device to my ear. My heart was racing and I didn't know why.

"Hello?"

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