× I WANT HIM ×

× CHAPTER 1×

His scent. His goddamn scent. Everywhere where I go I can smell it and at this point - its getting annoying.Why do men have such similar perfumes? This is making me crazy and its all because of Him. Now everything reminds me of him. Everysingle man that passes by, creates the image of his face. The hair, the smile, his lips, eyes, scent, hands. EVERYTHING. And I want his everything. I want Him.

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Elena? - someone called. I looked away from my computer screen to find Zoe standing there. -Oh, hi Zoe - I answered a bit startled. - You doing okay? - she asked with concern written all over her face. - Yeah, I'm okay, just getting ready the documents that Sam- I mean Liam has sent me - I quickly fixed myself. Zoe looked at me with that annoyed  poker face.
- What.
- You know what.
- I don't - I lied.
- Listen, we can end this yes and no game right now, because we both know that you have been finishing someone else's documents for SOMEONES deadline.
- Yes and no - I answered, whilst looking away from her.
- No, Ele, it's a yes and you know it.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Zoe just looked at me and said
- You know, if you're going to keep on rolling your eyes, they might get stuck in the back of your head.
- Pfff - I giggled - yeah sure.
- Yes, and I know that I am sure. Now, why don't you open and finish YOUR given work instead of finishing your boyfriend's work.
- Listen, it's fine I'll finish his first and then I'll -
- And then you'll what? Fall asleep? AGAIN?
I looked away from Zoe, because I clearly know what she is talking about.
- Well? You are quiet because you know that I am right. Now, enough of this pointless conversation. Close his document and start doing your OWN work for once.
- Hey! What's that supposed to mean? - Elena, you do realize that you should stop doing everything for him. He is a grownass man and he can take care of himself. Besides, if he is smart, as you say, then why doesn't he just do it himself? AND, if he knows you as well as you also say, then he should understand that his beautiful girlfriend is working her butt of right now, because she actually has a life, or at least had one, and needs to take care of her own work-related problems.
- Ughhh - I growled - but he can't do the work, he is... He's busy - I said with an unsure voice.
- Oh, yeah? Busy how? - Zoe asked, clearly pissed of.
I stayed silent, incapable of finding the right words. Its not that I am ashamed of my boyfriend or anything like that, it's just that I myself don't know the reason of why Sam can't do his own work.
- Well? - Zoe asked, inpatient
- I... I.
- You?
- I don't know. - I said quietly. Zoe looked at me with pitiful eyes.
- Elena... I'm sorry-
-No, it's okay. I just, I don't know.
- I understand, qnd  I am sorry for pushing you, I shouldn't have done that. After all, your relationship is none of my business.
I looked at Zoe and smiled
- No, it's alright, I understand that you care for me, so it's only natural if you will question me about it.
Zoe slowly moved her hand from my shoulder and said
- Well, then, I'll leave you to make your own decision, but please, think about what I said. And... And don't push yourself into doing things just to please someone. - she said and left for the door.
- I will. Thanks.
Zoe smiled once again and left the room.I looked at my PC screen and sighed. "Maybe Zoe's right, maybe I should just focus on my work. To be fair, it's really not my problem that he can't finish his own work." I thought to myself and clicked the "close" button. For the rest of the day I tried working on my deadline. I had to finish a project due to November 19th."Ok, so I just need to finish the work and then correct any found errors afterwards. If it's due November 19th and today is the 16th of November, then I should just focus on finishing more than anything else" I planned in my head. * knock knock*
-Yes? - I said a bit confused about why someone is still at work
- Miss Price? Oh, so you are still working, huh? - said Mr. Einar.
- Oh! It's you Mr. Einar. I'm sorry, did you need anything from me? - I stood up from my chair.
- Well, for starters you could answer my question?
I looked at him confused
- A question? O-oh, right, yes I was still working, I decided to stay for a bit longer to work on my deadline, but I'll be going home now. - I politely smiled.
- Aha... - he said and looked me up and down.
I got a shiver running down my spine when he did that.
- W-well, I should get going - I said nervously
.- Going? - he asked a bit sarcastically. - Y-yes... I'll uh... Be going - I whispered the last part. This was making me really uncomfortable and I wanted to leave. "I really DO need to leave" I thought to myself. I started packing my papers into my bag, when I heard a locking sound. "Oh, shit". I slowly lifted my head up to see him locking the door and slowly stepping forward.
- M-mr. Einar? - I asked, with a trembling voice.
- You know, Miss Price, you have always been a very interesting woman. Always so quiet and charmimg. Hard-working woman. But there is one thing that I don't like about you.
- Oh, what is that? - I asked with a bad feeling. He stepped so close that I could feel his breath in my face. And then he looked directly into my eyes and said
- You are really naive.
He slowly brushed his fingers againts my cheek and looked down at my chest. "I know where this is going, I need to get the fuck out of here" I panicked.
- Mr. Einar, I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to unlock the door. Please.
- Mhm - he smiled to himself - well, I am afraid that I cannot do that for you Miss Price.
"Shit" I said, as he strated runming his fingers down my cheek.
Shit
- Mr. Einar, please let me go.
He did stop and only lowered his hand.
Shit
-No, please - I now plead.
- Shh, it's ok. - He said.
Shit
- No, I beg of you, please don't do this - - Shut up! - he screamed and pined me on the desk. I yelled and punched, trying to get out if his grisp.
-H-HELP - I screamed. " FUCK THIS SHIT" I yelled in my head. Then, I bit into his hand so hard, I thought teeth were gonna get stuck. He yelled in pain
- You fucking BITCH!
I kicked him off of me and grabbed my bag with my office keys. I unlocked the door and sprinted down the hall, not even looling back. I finally got outside and got into my car, trying to put the keys in with my trembling hands and blurry eyes by the tears.I drove as fast as I could to get home as soon as possible. When I finally got home, I opened the doors and slowly walked in still shaken by the feeling of his touch. I took off my coat and shoes, and slowly walked to my bedroom to put my bag down, when I heard a sound coming from the bedroom. I opened the doors to see some girl in my bed with Sam.
- What the fuck. - I said in disbelief.
- Oh, shit! Elena, I'm sorry-
- DON'T. - I yelled. - Don't talk to me. EVER AGAIN. AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. - I screamed while tears poured down my cheeks. I took my bag and threw the papers at his face
-Here! Your documents! Take them! He looked at them
- Wait, did you finish them? - He dared to ask. I looked at him as If I saw a human for the first time ever.
- Ha... Haha... Are you serious? Did I finish them? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. - I screamed.
- Take your stuff and leave. Now.
He took the papers and his clothes, and headed for the doors.
- Don't forget your side-chick! - I yelled and looked at the girl, who looked younger than me.
- Um- she said- I'm sorry, I didn't know that he had a girlfriend -
- Listen, I don't care if you did, just please take your stuff and leave.
She looked down at her arms and stood up to get her clothes. She slowly walked over the doors when she stoped and said
- I'm really sorry. - and she left. " Yeah, sorry, everyone is always fucking sorry" i though to myself and fell on the bed, tired from everything and still shaking from the incident in the office. - What the hell is this shit... What the hell... Is.. Life...