Chapter 5: My fucking Saviour

~Rubel~

Tuesday morning, the second morning of the week that I never liked. I mean, who made them these days?

Something inside me told me I had to wake up and run towards my office. But why?

Suddenly, I threw the blanket to the side and jumped out of bed.

"Shit."

How did I forget I have only two days left to find that fucking savior photographer who could save my burning ass, aka my job.

I was hopping around, trying to take out the bed sheet from my foot.

THUD

Why? Why does everything happen to me?

My ass thudded against the floor.

"What a great way to start the morning?" I cussed.

Well, I finished my morning business and reached the office. Not to mention, I didn't have my breakfast because, at the present, it was more important for me to find my savior.

The elevator door opened and there Max jumped on me, pulling me aside.

"Babe, I have good news for you."

"What? Did Mr. Smith die last night?"

Shit. I regretted my words. You know that's why people say think before you speak. Max's expression changed as he hated me for wishing somebody's death.

"I am sorry."

"Well, forget it. Come here." He pulled me behind that artificial plant to reveal something.

"What?"

"Yesterday I found your model. And today..." he wiggled his brows, twerking his neck like a chicken.

I furrowed my brows. "Max... Max…"

"I found the photographer for you."

Woah, that was the biggest news he could have given me. I jumped and screamed, making other people look at me.

"Fuck... yes!" I hugged him and kissed his beard cheeks. "I love you for this. Friday evening party on me, pizza and beer," I promised.

He agreed.

"Where is my savior - my hero," I moaned, pushing my boobs upwards, fixing my top.

He looked at me with a smirk. "Please don't do that. You don't have it."

It hurts when a gay man, commenting on my underdeveloped boobs.

"Shut up, and tell me, where is he?"

"He is in the boardroom. His name is Darius Delucia, and one of the handsome men," Max moaned.

Ugh, that was not the time to think him without cloths, Max.

"Max, focus."

"Yeah, yeah. He’s very good at his work. I saw his social media and website. he is fucking awesome."

Well, those were the words I needed to hear. It was soothing to hear he has talent, which I am sure is going to save my job.

"How do you know him?"

"He is my boyfriend, friends-friend."

I rolled my eyes. Well, why do I care where he comes from, anyway.

We walked towards the board room, and Max prepared me on what to expect.

"Be confident, and don't try to seduce him with your looks. You don't have it," Max added, not realizing how harsh he can be at times.

"Ouch, you are hurting me. Well, I don't care what he looks like, all I know is you saved me."

I gave him a flying kiss as I touched the doorknob. He stopped me, signaled me to rub my lips together. I winked and followed suit as fresh blood rushed into my lips. I was all set to enter the board room.

"Hello, Mr. Delucia. I am–" I extended my hand towards him.

This can't be happening.

"You."

"You."

"You know each other," Max interrupted.

"I don't believe this." He blasted a look at me.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe this. Who allowed you to come here?"

Max pressing my hand, I turned towards him. "He’s your savior,"

"Fuck to the savior, and the party is canceled."

"Well, I can't work with an arrogant lady like this."

That fucking, Delucia, how dare he called me arrogant.

"Even, I can't handle a pervert like you," I scowled, pointing at him with my sharp, manicured nails.

Max walked towards him, trying to calm things. "Mr. Delucia, please wait. Could you tell me what happened?"

He snorted like he wanted to kill me. Well, I had the same expression.

"This mad girl threw my fifteen-thousand-dollars camera in the pond yesterday."

That was funny. I enjoyed it.

…Wait… what? Fifteen thousand.

Max's cute puppy eyes changed into vampire's when he looked at me like I had lost my mind. "What?"

"Yes, because he annoyed me to a level, I could no longer control myself." I accepted the crime I committed.

Fucking, Delucia stared at me before he turned away. "I am out of here."

He opened the door and left while Max glared at me without words.

"Max, you don't know–"

"Idiot, that was your chance to save your job. Remember your savior?"

All my enthusiasm for winning the battle drained out of me. How can I deny the fact, I screwed up.

"Shit,"

"Max."

"Nope, no… never... I am not going to help you. You are out of your mind."

Being the winner of the best drama queen, I feel on his feet. "Max, please save me and this deal."

He raised his hand. "He is leaving. Do whatever you can and save yourself. I am not helping you."

I guess, He was right, but I couldn't help what came next..

"Well, fuck you," I answered and stood, trying to run after that fucking Delucia.

He was not in the hallway. I looked down to the floor below, I could see him on the ground floor.

"Mr. Delucia, please wait!"