The Russian Billionaire's Fiesty Serb!

Chapter 7

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I stop dead in my tracks.

I turn around slowly and walk back over to him stopping directly in front of him, 'What the fuck did you just say?!'

His eyes flash in surprise, like he thought I was too far away to hear him.

'I was just saying that it's evident we have different views on how someone should conduct themselves at work'.

'Rigggght...I'm sure that's what you said' I snarl.

He looks completely unrepentant and lifts his chin as if he's some king that has nothing to apologise for.

I roll up my sleeves, 'you know what Nikolai screw you! You think you're so goddamn smart!'

He smirks at me, 'I don't think I am I know I am.'

I look up at the ceiling praying to god to give me strength not to kill this man, 'you honestly don't realise how wrong you are! If you were so goddam smart you would have known that I was undercover so that I could check up on everyone's work output so that I would be able to cull the 'actual' bad workers and not the good ones.'

I get in his face, and since he's sitting on his desk my stilettos give me the extra inch that I need to look down on him, 'If you were so damn smart you would also know that I am still working with HR and sending them work to do, they're not just twiddling their thumbs down there.'

' have been altered and he is stealing money from your company.' I say jabbing my finger on his chest aggressively.

This new information seems to surprise him rather than shock him, 'But seeing as how you consider my working here a mistake there's no point in dragging this out, it's obvious I have a job to complete and you can't stand me so let's just stay out of each other's way from now on.'

He just stares at me in response and I see a look pass over his face that I can't quite decipher.

Just as I turn away for the door, his arm grasps my hand and pulls me back towards him so I am once again facing this devil, who is now towering over me with his glorious height.

His jaw is set as he says, 'I don't believe I said I was finished with you yet.'

I try and shake my hand out of his clutches but that only makes him hold on tighter, I sputter up at him, 'Are you fucking serious! Jesus! You just can't stand not having the last word can you?'

His face twists into a smug expression.

I'm so sick of this annoying bastard and his 'king' complex, he deserves a clean slap to his chiseled jaw so that he can feel even a glimpse of the rage that he has put me through.

Now motivated with a newfound goal I start to struggle aggressively against his arm to free myself, when I feel his other hand come around to grasp my waist pulling me toward his hard body and before I can process what is even happening, I am locked in a kiss with this bastard. My body tenses in confusion and outrage.