Chapter 9

Zoey POV

Marco stood in all his dark glory. He was fuming. His facial expression right now is enough to have someone running. Well, good thing I don't entertain angry people. I made a move to close the door on him, but he pushed the door open, startling me.

I gaped at him speechless as he made his way confidently to the living room. I went after him, immediately blocking him from going further.

"What are you doing here?" I glared at him. If only looks could kill, I thought within me. "Does here look like an office?" I know my tone isn't welcoming, but hey! The guy isn't welcome either.

He didn't respond immediately. He took his time seizing me in his stare. His stare was extremely uncomfortable. I felt small and vulnerable under his stare.

I don't know why I was foolish to go up against someone like Marco, because the second he took a step forward, I fearfully took two backwards.

He took another step and I repeated my action. I noticed that he was growing more angry with each step. We continued the chase until my back hit the wall next to the kitchen door.

Marco took the opportunity and pressed me to the wall. I could feel his hard front on mine. My heart beat shifted. Its beating became rapid and faster than normal.

My throat suddenly went dry, as dry as a desert. I felt heat travelling from my southern region to all over my body. I licked my lips trying to contain myself. But it was hard. It is so damn hard not to feel anything when he is this close to me.

I haven't come in physical contact with any man since Marco, and having a man's body on me awakens the dead sexual part of me. I swear my core tingles from the mere contact.

He tilted his head down to my level. I could swear I saw emotions flash through his eyes. Emotions I have always seen in the past when I stared at his eyes.

They went as soon as they came, leaving me in wonder.

"What is the meaning of this fucking stunt you just pulled?" He spoke. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent that was all over me. His voice still made me want to listen to him talk all day, sadly.

I snapped my eyes open when his words registered in my brain. What stunt?

"What are you talking about? I didn't pull any stunts. You can leave if you have nothing meaningful to say." I retorted, struggling my way out from him, but he just seemed to press against me more.

"Don't fucking play dumb with me Zoey. What the fuck did you submit to the HR department?" He growled in my face.

"A resignation letter," I replied, making him sound like a fool.

He smacked his hand against the wall. I jumped in fright. Goodness! I took a deep breath.

"Don't fucking speak to me in that tone." He seethed.

"What tone? I've submitted the resignation letter so I am no longer your employee." I gritted back at him.

"I didn't allow it, so you still work for me and I am still your boss." The more he spoke, the closer his face came to mine. "Now go in there and get dressed. We are late for work." Marco breathed. Both our breaths were labored from the close proximity.

I don't think I can think straight with him this close to me. What were we even arguing about?

Oh yes! Work.

"I won't. I don't care if you permit my resignation or not. I quit." I can't go back there and continue doing nothing, just sitting there like furniture adding to the decor of the office.

I shuddered at my own thoughts.

Marco hauled me up. On instinct, my legs went around his solid waist. Since I am merely wearing my nightwear.

The movement left me dazed for a moment. I tried struggling my way down but I could only squirm a bit. His hold was strong, limiting my chance of movement.

"Let me down." I demanded, but they fell on deaf ears as he began to trek in the direction of my room. His muscles flexed against me as he moved. Warmth spread from my core to my cheeks.

"I said let me down." I insisted. He kicked the door to my room and walked in. He dropped me on my feet and kicked the door closed behind him.

"Go and get dressed." He instructed. I gazed at him like he had suddenly grown horns.

"I just said I won't, and I'm pretty sure I made myself clear that I don't want to work with you anymore." I scoffed in disbelief. Why is he being persistent?

He has moved on with his life. Why can't he let me have the luxury of moving on as well? Come to think of it, we weren't supposed to be having this conversation since we've moved on with our lives.

Why is he doing this?

"Yes, you did. But I am telling you that if you don't get your ass dressed, I will take you to the company in your pajamas." He threatened, but he wouldn't do it, would he?

"You wouldn't dare." I decided to challenge him. Stupid, right?

"Well, try me then." He challenged back. A sinister smirk hung on his lips. He would do it. I suddenly realized how shameless this guy is now.

I glared at him once more before marching my way to my closet. I settled for a simple sea green bodycon dress that stopped above my knees and black 4 inch heels. I pulled my hair up in a bun and added earrings to compliment my look.

I went over to my dresser, which happened to sit beside Marco. I ignored his presence and applied light pink lipstick. All the while, I could sense his stare on me. I picked up a black bag and put all my daily necessities in it.

"I'm ready." I faced him. I was surprised when I saw him standing there in a daze. Like he saw something that stunned him. I just stared back at him.

"Let's go." He quickly composed himself, snapping out of his daze. He opened the door and gestured for me to head out. I rolled my eyes but did as instructed.

His tall frame towered over me as we made our way to his car. This scene replayed in my head. It was just yesterday when the whole chase happened and yet here I am again in the same situation. I just hope there will be no chasing today.

We got inside the car and the driver sped off.