I thought I disliked Gard.
I was wrong.
I hate her. Hate.
Ever since that meeting in the morning, I've been unable to get that scene out of my head. To get her words out of my head.
'I think it's stupid'.
"Fuck," I hiss at myself, slamming the shower door shut. I switch on the shower, water at its hottest, because I'd rather feel my skin burn than keep thinking about that girl.
A blast of scalding hot water hits me suddenly, and I hiss under my breath at its intensity.
But I still can't believe the way Gard insulted me today. If not for Bru, who held me back just in time, god knows what I might've done. It's already so difficult for me to stand that novice in my company everyday, and then she goes ahead and insults me to my face-- in front of all my team.
I growl at absolutely nothing and grab some shower gel.
I honestly do
I can’t believe I just saw Gerrard Southerford in the flesh.In the flesh. Way too literally.I swear I can’t get that image of his out of my head even now as I zip out of his property, afraid that if he loses it- scratch that- afraid that if I lose it, fuck’s going to happen.I’m kind of embarrassed the way he told me to get out of his house when he was the one whotold me to come in the first place, but now that I think about it?I’m relieved he told me to leave.Because heaven knows what I would’ve done had he not.That man seriously gave my vagina a heartbeat so strong it still won’t go away.I gulp.I’m only just about to push the gates to his property open when headlights make spots dance in my vision.I throw an arm over my face.Tyres screech to a halt a minute later, and it&rsquo
I’m feeling the blood rushing up to my head.I’m feeling it.That’s because I’m still too busy reeling with the aftermath of what just happened minutes ago. Minutes. Gard saw me naked, for fuck’s sake, and now she’s in my house, staying for dinner.The fuck?It’s not that I was naked that’s annoying me so much—it’s that she saw me like that. I mean out of all the women on the planet—her? Like, are you kidding me, damn it?Gard?Why.Why someone I can’t even stand the freaking sight of.It’s a good thing I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts as soon as she left, because god knows I wouldn’t have been able to keep my temper in check if she saw me like that a second time.I swear she’s a synonym for turn-offs.I’m shaking my h
I can’t believe I actually said that to my boss. ‘I didn’t like it one bit’. If my hands weren’t so busy trying to key the locked apartment door open, I woulddefinitely facepalm myself. Like, what the actual hell did I just say to Gerrard? It’s absolutely none of my business who he chooses to be with. PA or not, if he wanted to be with Bru, I had no business being pissed about it. I shoulder the door open and make my way to my bedroom. A sigh escapes my mouth, sounding just as tired as I’m feeling. “I really shouldn’t have said that...” I run a hand down my face, proceeding to massage my temples when I continuefeeling anxious still, lying down on the bed. “God knows what his reaction was... I didn’t even stay to see it,” I mumble hopelessly, becoming increasingly worried by the minute. I’m worried Gerrard’s going to be pissed about my conduct today. First,I walked in on him nak
I come back home in a totally different mood than the one I left in. It feels like this—chain—around my heart just loosened a little, making me feel like air's breathable again.I like this feeling.It's like I have something less to weigh me done. Something less to worry about.I strip my clothes off and enter the shower, my mind in some kind of a daze. When I turn on the water, its warm blast takes me back to the warm air that was rushing through the air conditioner of my car minutes ago.When I was dropping Gard off at her place.It feels really strange to think about what she told me. Never has a girl ever expressed her jealousy about other women's affection towards me as straight-forwardly as she did tonight. Maybe it's because of that, but I just can't get her out of my head right now.For some weird ass reason, though, I realise I don't even want to.I finish showering soon after.A
My eyes are so blurred with tears when I rush out of Gerrard's office that I can't even see where I'm going. But at the end of the day, it's all my fault, isn't it?I shouldn't have crossed my limit yesterday. I shouldn't have said what I said because Gerrard is not just some guy I met at arandom cafe or something. He's myboss, for god's sake. The founder of such a successful brand. The face of young entrepreneurs all over the country.And I thought a flirty, though honest, comment was going to sit well with him?Thefuckwas I thinking?It hurts the way he looked at me in his office, almost like it was painfulto look my way.I keep brisk walking down the corridor, without a thought of where I'm even going, just that I want to be far away from where Gerrard is.'I don't want to see you in my room again'.My face scrunches up so badly even as I try not to
There's a knock on the glass door of my conference room while I'm in the middle of a meeting.I look up. Bru's standing by the door, looking at me expectantly. "Um, Gerrard?"I raise a brow in question."Can I talk to you after this meeting?" she asks.I frown, wondering what's up, but nod anyway.If she didn't wait for the meeting to end, it's got to be something important.She passes me a smile and leaves."When do you want to meet up with the Turkish investors, Gerrard?" one of my financial advisors asks me then.I scan the agreement in front of me, thinking. If I sign another contract so soon, going through with it is going to be harder than pulling teeth. As much as I want to clinch this deal, it's going to have to waitat least another six months before I can allocate such a huge sum abroad again.No matter how lucrative this deal might be, I'm going to have to let it go-- for the time bein
I will admit— Idon’t know how to pack.At all.I’m standing by my tiny closet, hand on my forehead, eyes unfocused on the clothes hanging in my wardrobe. There’s notonedecent outfit I can wear to a dinner. And that,too, with Gerrard.The fuck am I going to do?I'm biting my lip furiously, chewing on it, but I still can't think of a good outfit. My gaze is fixated on this dark purple dress with lace sleeves, but the problem is I don't have matching footwear with it.I heave a sigh.I should've listened to Mom and not packed light.I'm in the middle of blowing out a loud breath when my phone starts ringing. I walk over to the side table on the other side of my bedroom, on which my phone is charging, andcheck the caller ID: unknown.My brow sags a bit.Who might this be?Nevertheless, I answer the call. "Hello?"
"Gard?" I call down the little hallway that leads to her kitchen.She pokes her head out the door, her bun bobbing to and fro atop her head. I swear I have to bite back a smile at the sight before I tell her, "I'm going to go park my car in the basement's parking, yeah? I kind of just parked outside when I came, but I better park it somewhere safe now that I'm staying the night.""Okay," she quips, before disappearing into the kitchen again.I don't think I need to describe just how much her bun bobs again-- at every movement she makes.I finally let slip a laugh, making my way out of her apartment and to the parking lot. The complex where Gard lives is, to be honest, pretty basic. I know the rent parameter might be why she chooses to live her, but then this place is pretty much like a five minute drive from my office, so that might also be a reason why she lives in such a cramped place. I'm pretty sure there's just one bedroom in her apartmen