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Even after hours of gazing into the work, after throwing a lot of waste drawing papers on the floor, cause I was too lazy and exhausted to bend to pick it up after I missed the shot into the dustbin, I couldn’t get any idea to put into my work that led me to just stare at it and afterwards to stare at the ceiling.
My emotions were too much tangled up to think anything useful as of right now. My brain was in a mess because of my stupid heart. I couldn’t do anything about it other than not let myself go through my thoughts lest he sees me cry and have satisfaction from it.
My thoughts of him seeing me were true when I saw my door being opened harshly. He stood in the doorway not closing it.
He was fuming with anger. My questions to whether he slept and if he did where, were answered when I looked at him. His hair was in a mess, his shirt was in a mess. He had bags underneath his eyes. Yet his eyes showed no signs of sleepless and of crying like mine did. Which made me to try to cover up my emotions in my eyes which made him seethe more.
I was right about him feeling satisfaction in seeing me in misery even if he is suffering in this too.
“Ms. Marshal.” He started but stopped and had a cruel smirk on his face. The playful smirk I had found amusing yet annoyed was no longer to be found and was replaced with his cruel one. He was now every bit of the cold-cruel CEO that everyone is being afraid of. Yet I find nothing to be afraid of, might be because of how I was used to his sweet side that I am not terrified of whether he will hurt me or not. Though my brain says otherwise and that might be the reason behind me shivering internally, in his presence.
“Sorry, Ms. Black now. I seem to forget you were using your fake identity to fool everyone.” He said with a dark chuckle giving me more chills. But hearing him call me Ms. Black had me stand in front of him with no emotions in my eyes and having a cold posture.
Hearing the last name reminded me of what I lost and I am not fond of my name anymore.
I saw a flicker of some emotions in his eyes seeing my posture and he had changed it back to his cold one before I could detect what it was.
“To what do I owe your presence in front of your enemy Mr. Scott” I asked crossing my arms in front of chest trying to stand firm. Though everything in me is telling me to run back to the apartment I share with Amanda to hide from him I wont give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he has on me.
He cleared his throat and looked at me with a menacing glare. “Even though I know the deadline is after months, from being together I have learned that you are way ahead of your schedule. The only benefit I apparently had from you.” He said giving me smirk again making me sigh.
“We both know Mr. Scott you had other benefits from me too.” I said giving him back the smirk.
“If it is sex you mean it might be special at that time but now that I think about the cruel identity of yours, I don’t see anything special from it.” He said averting his eyes from me. I laughed seeing him lie.
“You have always been bad at lying Mr. Scott good to see something hasn’t changed even if your heart has.” I said giving him back the menacing glare. “Plus, we both know how special it was with, the now stupid thing we feel it to be, called, love. And I was not talking about it but glad to know you were thinking about it.” I said smirking and was very glad to see the annoyance burning in his eyes.
I don’t know what made me say all that yet I am not regretting it, because I feel like he has more to say to me that will hurt me more than I could ever have the heart to tell anything against him.
“I was talking about how my dad had helped you during your grieving period and how he was also the reason behind you building your company to this level.” I began stating, hating the fact I was listing the good things my dad has done for him. I sat down not having anymore strength to continue with this façade yet I do have to, for not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing his enemy tired.
He smirked cruelly seeing me state the facts and walked towards my desk making the door close as it had nothing to support it from shutting close. He sat in the chair across my desk having his legs crossed. The whole time, I had my jaw locked tightly to not let him know, the more he came towards me, my heart was beating maddingly in my chest. The same heart that I had felt gone from me hasn’t really left? Well unless surgically, it is impossible to move from one body to another. But its feels true with the state I am feeling but can only be true in metaphoric terms.
What all shits am I thinking in midst of the upcoming huge argument?