All Chapters of Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Florence's POV I balanced two coffee trays on both my hands as I slipped through the office doors like I belonged there. A practiced smile curved my pink glossed lips, friendly but not too bright to make people uncomfortable, just enough to look approachable and likeable. I greeted the receptionist by name, dropped a coffee off at the front desk, as I walked further in. “Thanks! Wait, are you one of the new interns?” “Oh, no,” I replied with a soft laugh. “Just hoping I soon will be.” A woman in red bottom heels passed by, barely sparing me a glance as she did. I turned my smile to her, but the woman didn’t return it. Instead, she disappeared down the corridor marked Human Resources, the same direction I was heading. Oh boy. I tucked in a loose strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking, my heels clicking on the shiny marble floor with confidence. My blouse was crisp, skirt modest, and hair pulled into the neatest low bun I could manage. I probably looked

Florence's POV It’s been two weeks. Fourteen days of perfectly ironed blouses, multiple rounds of fake smiles, and emotional gymnastics.I now know the exact time Anthony St. Louis arrives every morning, 8:01 a.m., the number of sugars he doesn’t want in his coffee, and that he reviews contracts with the same emotional warmth as someone reading a soup label or a bland soup recipe.Every day, I sit in the glass corner of his office, silently judging him while pretending to be buried in spreadsheets. And every day, he hands me work like a machine, never faltering, never hesitating, like I’m just another pawn in his shiny, joyless empire.It all started last Monday, when one of the interns spilled coffee on herself in the elevator. She looked close to tears in her coffee stained dress.“Take a break,” I whispered as I passed her. “Go wash up.”Anthony stepped in seconds later, looked at the stain, and said, “That cup cost $4.20. Get another one and don’t make the client wait next time.”

Florence's POV “I hate you.”The words left my mouth before I could stop them. They were hot, cracked and ragged. My fists were clenched at my sides, trembling with the weight of five years of silence and pain.“You’re wicked,” I breathed out, laughing bitterly. “You’re so wicked but you have no idea that your worst enemy is working right under your nose.”Anthony didn't move, he didn't even speak. He just stood there, his dark eyes fixed on me like I was a stranger speaking in tongues or a foreigner rapping in an unknown language, but maybe I was. Maybe this is what happens when you tear the stitches open all at once and let salt pour into your wounds.But I kept on talking.“Every morning you walk past me in your expensive suits thinking you own the world. Meanwhile, I’ve been sitting in your office plotting to tear it down, your company, your image, your control.”His jaw tightened, but he still said nothing.I let out a cold, broken laugh. “You don’t even realize what you’ve don