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"You know what I hate about you?" His minty breath fanning my face. He placed his hands on the wall right beside my head. His eyes dance a lot of emotions I couldn't decipher as his gaze moved from my eyes down to my lips. Gulp. "W-What?" I breathed nervously. "You reminded me of her," he whispered into my ear, "and I fucking hate it." He pushed himself away from me and slammed the door shut.

Hannah has her whole life arranged. From high school to college to university she's written her life down and intends for it to go excatly as she's planned. But when she's suddenly jobless and in debt at just seventeen years old she thinks her life can't get any worse when she bumps into a stranger in a suit that screams filthy rich snob... her words exactly.

"fix it" {an enemies to lovers romance} ---- for mature audiences only! all rights reserved!

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.