congrats in getting leftovers

Dating my Ex-boyfriend’s Daddy

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Chapter 2: congrats in getting leftovers

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—A WEEK LATER—

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“So how does it feel?”. Someone breathes into my ear just before I manage to sit down at my desk.

I suppressed a shudder at the disgusting breach of personal space from my coworker.

Jessica is her late 30s but it’s so ridiculously embarrassing that she seems to find joy in making my miserable life… a lot more miserable.

I arched an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about?”.

“How does it feel to know you’re only here because you are dating the CEO’s only son, hm?. I heard you two broke up, if his new girlfriend comes along you’ll be kicked out of here like the unwanted trash you are.”

If I had the energy, i would remark on how childish Jessica was acting right now but I can barely go into a argument with my emotional stability in shambles.

News have spread about the company on how Joshua and I had broken up.

It’s been a week since the relationship ended but it still feels like yesterday since my co-workers won’t let me move on and the fact that Joshua‘s office is just three floors above from mine isn’t helping either.

As if avoiding going back to my father’s house so I wouldn’t get tainted by Amelia and her mother wasn’t enough; it looks like avoiding coming to work would be the next thing to do since my failed relationship with Joshua has become the subject of topic in the company.

My life is just so miserable.

So, I just sigh as I sit on my desk chair and turn on my computer, pointedly ignoring the sneers from the others around me, instead focusing on the throbbing ache in my heart.

It sucks.

Honestly sucks that I had managed to make hedge way into the career of my dreams, and I managed to clinch a position in the one of the biggest companies but people are only contributing my success to Joshua because he is my boyfriend.

Ex-Boyfriend, I mean.

After turning on my computer and logging in, I’m actually surprised to find jobs in my inbox that relate to my job position.

I am to walk to an office on the top floor, find the hard copy of permission forms for artists to be able to be on camera and then I have to scan them onto the computer to file away electronically.

I can do that.

Maybe I won’t run into Joshua on the way there, just maybe hopefully...

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Throughout my ride in the elevator to the top floor of the tall building, I suddenly become aware of the caliber of person that would occupy a desk on the very top floor.

Am I about to meet a high level manager?

The president or the vice-president?

The H.R?

The main CEO himself?

Honestly, I should know exactly who the CEO of the company I work for is but this whole Joshua issue, I’m less interested in meeting his Dad and I’ve decided I want to know very little about anyone with the power to fire me.

I just want to focus on my job and try and find a different one before next month so I won’t have to deal with breathing the same air as a certain Joshua Roswell.

The elevator’s ding surges anxiety through my veins and I take a deep breath before walking up to a reception desk before two large, black doors.

I feels completely out of my depth.

“Can I help you?” The old woman at the desk asks.

She seems to be in her sixties, looking at me expectantly, like I’m about to cause trouble.

“I’m here for the artist consent forms for Music Video 213.” I say, a polite smile plastered to my face.

The woman lowers her glasses down the bridge of her nose so she can stare into my face. At the lack of reply, I retrieve my company ID and hold it out. “I’m an employee? Addison Garcia .. .”

The reception furrows her brows but nods at the ID before typing, albeit extremely slowly, on her keyboard.

After several silent minutes she nods her head towards the doors which are automatically opening.

“3rd room on the left.. The Managing Director Office.” The woman says passively, ignoring how ashen my face turned.

After walking through the double doors, I’m met with a long corridor with four doors on either side.

I recognize Joshua’s office and take a deep breath before walking to the 3rd door on the left and knocks then a familiar, “Come in” beckons me in.

Ok! You can do this! Addison! Just go in and don’t pay any attention to the piece of trash...

I wasn’t ready to be met with the sight of my half-sister leaning on the front of Joshua’s desk in front of me.

Of course! The universe hates me so much I should have expected this.

“Hi, Addison.” Lia says with so much loathing in her voice as she stared at me with contempt. “Come in.”

I walked further into the room. “What are you doing here?.”

“What am I doing here?.” Lia scoffed at my question rolling her eyes at me. “My boyfriend asked me to come here, of course.”

Boyfriend?

Since when did Joshua turn to her boyfriend in a space of one week?

“Yes boyfriend.” Lia repeated with a curling smirk at the side of the lips.

“I don’t ... .” I shook my head avoiding eye contact with her. “I don’t care about that. Where’s Joshua? I came here for some consent forms.. .”

“That’s M.D to you!.” She snapped at me immediately. “Is that how you address your higher-ups?.”

I clenched and unclenched my fists as I forced myself to show a polite smile. “I mean, where’s the M.D? He needs to give me consent forms for our new artists ..”

“Well my boyfriend is ... .”

“Lia. I talked to the doctor and he scheduled an....__.”

I turned sideways to see Joshua coming back into his office from his balcony, he stopped what he was saying on seeing me.

Seeing the mischievous glint in Lia’s eyes, I knew better than to dwell on what Joshua was saying about going to the hospital.

Joshua certainly moved on...

Thinking of that made me wish I didn’t just leave his house crying. I should have broken something on both he and Lia’s head before leaving them.

I cleared my throat looking down at my feet. “I’m here for the consent forms.” I say speaking lowly not trusting myself to suddenly burst into tears on seeing Joshua.

He nodded turning his almond shaped brown eyes away from me as he walked towards his desk pulling out different drawers before finally bringing out a stack of papers to hand to me.

I walked forward and took the papers from Joshua’s outstretched hand, completely avoiding touching any part of his fingers as I nod politely.

He nodded awkwardly bringing his hands back to his side too.

“Thanks for the forms.” I say turning around to immediately head down to my department when Lia’s voice stopped me.

“Addison?? Is there a trash bin outside the office?.”

I furrowed my eyebrows looking back at Amelia wondering why she would ask that. “No, why?.”

“Oh I just wanted you to help me throw this away.” Lia says shrugging as she placed a pregnancy test kit on the table.

I glanced at the kit and it was as if my head was suddenly plunged into an ocean and I couldn’t pull myself out of it as I stared at those two lines that indicated positive on the kit ....

Joshua immediately snatched it from the table as he glared at her.

“What?.” Lia shrugged with a quirky half-smile on her lips. “I just wanted to tell my sister some good news!.”

Joshua frowned at her raising his fingers to point directly in her view. “Don’t!!. Don’t try that shit ever again!.” He said and turned to me with this guiltiness swirling in the pool of his eyes. “Addison. I__.”

But I wasn’t about to fall for that.

“Once again, Congratulations, Lia!.” I said focusing on keeping my breathing slow and steady.

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TBC