My boss is my freaking Ex??!!! by Kenzhie A. (best summer books txt) 📖

head so your stupid brain will function? Why would I go in your house?" I blurted incredulously.

"What a barbarous woman you are. Always thinking about brutality," he muttered in amusement. "Just a reminder, Ms. Wilson, I didn't sue you for punching me and inflicting physical injuries, including now—he said pointing his nose. I winced when I saw the dried blood on his expensive white shirt and his khaki suit jacket.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No. As I said, a reminder." He smiled at me which was really irritating me to the maximum level.

"Hey, you frigging bastard if you're planning on thinking about something---"

"Oh, C'mon, Abigail. Are you thinking about something perverted? I won't do anything to you which you don't like, Trust me, if something might or will happen to us, you definitely liked it," he said smugly.

"What! You egoistic son-of-a-bitch!" I burst out in anger.

"Your language, Ms. Wilson. Remember, I am still your boss. Don't I get some respect here?"

"Respect your ass!" I hissed.

"So, you won't obey me?" He asked again and I just shot him my dagger stare. He sighed and dialed on his phone which he took from his pocket. I eyed him curiously. "Hello, Jack. I guess I might need your service, after all," he uttered, and glanced at me with his wicked grin. My eyes widened. Jack Moore was his frigging lawyer, who called me yesterday.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous. Xander was different from the boy I knew before, so I couldn’t know if he was being serious or just bluffing. Either way, I couldn't afford anyone pressing charges on me. Ugh! Granny please just forgive me already so I can get away with this unlikable situation.

"So, do you wanna talk to my lawyer or do you wanna go in?" he asked me cockily.

"Fine!" I exclaimed, and killed my car engine and got out. I closed my car door too forcefully that it might tear off from its body.

"Sorry for the bother, Jack. Ms. Wilson and I came to an agreement so I won't be needing your service for now. I'll keep you posted if the need arises again," he laughed while listening to the other line before ending the call. "Come," he ushered me inside his gorgeous house and I followed behind him with my alarm signal on alert, but when we got in his lawn I couldn't stop myself from admiring the exterior and the interior of the house. The main entrance looked dramatic, offering an immense motor court and impressive 20 feet high canopy. He led me to the luxurious spacious living room, with its earth-toned color scheme, floor to ceiling glass, and soaring 20 feet high ceiling, tailor-made for displaying large-scale artwork with a direct access to the terraces and custom-tiled infinity pool and into the ultra-spacious kitchen that featured a state-of-the-art design with integrated lighting.

"Why am I in the kitchen?" I asked him with a curious look.

"You're gonna make me some dinner," he said the words in a matter-of-fact tone like that wouldn't make me mad.

"You're beyond ridiculous! First, you made me your driver. Then next, your cook? Can I look at my job title again? Maybe I read it wrong?" I ranted sardonically and he just glared at me while raising his phone, acting like he was about to make a phone call. The bastard is blackmailing me!

"I'll just take a shower and change. Cook something delicious," he ordered and went out of the kitchen but went back again. "And Abby, don't put any crazy stuff in it." He didn't wait for my reply and disappeared. I sighed, feeling beat. Now what shall I cook for that bastard? I went to his built-in refrigerator to check. There were plenty of meat, but I decided to grab the chicken breast. I should try to cook the Italian recipe which Eloise and I recently learned through online surfing. I was glad to see  that there was kale and the other ingredients needed to cook my recipe. I checked the cupboard for the olive oil and was surprised to see that there was more than one bottle of it. Everything seemed to be here so I grabbed the apron I found in one of the kitchen cabinets and rolled my sleeves up. I sliced the kale thinly after washing it, then I put the thin slices in a pot of boiling, salted water. I waited for 5 minutes, then I drained it and run under cold water, squeezed dry and transfer to a bowl. I then grabbed the diced tomatoes and stir in and the shredded Fortina cheese. I cut a deep pocket in center of each breast, I stuffed them with kale mixture and seasoned it. Lastly, I heated the two tablespoons of olive oil in skillet and added the chicken and cooked it until well browned. I waited for about 15 minutes. Then voila! My Italian Flag chicken recipe was done.

"Smells good..." I turned around to see him wearing a blue cotton shirt that hugged his muscular physique and gray sweat pants that hanged low to his waist. His sandy hair was still wet. He looked so damn sexy and delicious that I might end up eating him instead of my aromatic Italian dish.

Holy mackerel! I have to go now or I'll end up putting him on my plate for dinner!

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Chapter 4: Troubling appetite

 

“Aren't you going to eat?” He asked, his hand paused in midair together with the slice of chicken that he was about to put in his mouth.

 

“Not hungry. Can I go now?” I tried to be nonchalant as best as I could and avoided looking at his sexy chiseled mouth that was slightly opened which was quite tempting.

 

“Eat this first,” he said all of a sudden and placed his fork in front of my mouth. I was taken aback and flustered by his sudden action, but managed to stay calm. Thank goodness!

 

“No, th—” My words were cut off when without a word, he pressed the food in my mouth. I didn't have a choice, but to just chew the food while trying to hide my flushed face.

 

“Hmmm... Seems like the food is safe,” he commented coolly and sliced another chicken, then quickly put it in his mouth. “Wow, this tastes pretty good,” he complimented, but I was pissed off. I was embarrassed that I even thought that he was acting sweet, but the bastard did it to make sure I didn't put anything bad in his food.

 

“Did you think I'd poison you or something?” I muttered bitterly and gave him a dark glare.

 

“We'll never know…” He grinned at me and continued on chewing the food. Ha! I'll make sure to do so next time. You better watch out you piece of shit! My mind screamed in annoyance.

 

“So, can I go now, Sir…?” I asked, sardonically.

 

“You should eat first, Abby. Why the rush?” He said, casually.

 

“No, thanks. I think I've stayed here for too long already.” I stood up, but he grabbed my arm.

 

“Stay.”

 

“No,” I said blankly, yet my heart was beating frantically from his mere touch. We were facing each other in  his overly luxurious dining table and since he tugged my arm unexpectedly and a bit forcefully, I was  pulled down closer to him in a leaning position which almost caught my breath. I mentally shook my head and pulled my arm from him, then I stood upright. “I'll get going.” I managed to utter and averted my gaze away from his watchful stare. It was so distracting and I couldn't think well. What the heck is wrong with you, Abigail?! Snap out of it, you dumbass!

 

“Fine. You're no fun anyway. I'll see you tomorrow and don't be late or you'll gonna regret it.” Hearing it, made my blood boil. “What a cocky piece of shit...” I muttered quietly before I turned toward the exit of the dining area.

 

“What did you say?” He called out before I completely disappeared from his sight.

 

“I said, enjoy your meal. It might be your last. Who knows...” I smiled derisively and didn't give him a chance for a retort. I walked off, but before I can go far, I heard him chuckle. I definitely hate you, Xander! Ugh! I marched out of his house, quickly got in my car, and almost kicked the gas pedal because of irritation. I sped away from the Bel Air road toward the main road and kicked the gas pedal even harder. I really wanted to get home and take a cold shower to cool down my raging temper as well as the strong feeling that was fighting to let loose...

 

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My eyes accidentally caught something interesting as soon as I got out of my car. A beautiful and sexy woman was clinging to Xander  like he was her life source or something. It  made me wanna puke. Why wouldn't they get a room instead of loitering in the basement and making out in public. You're just jealous... My evil subconscious taunted, but I just ignored it. A great plan came to my ever smart, pretty head. I smiled mischievously as I approached the lovey-dovey couple. Let's see if he still won't fire me after this...

 

“You bastard!” I started and almost laughed when I saw Xander's startled face. I continued with my acting, “How dare you do this to me after you've gotten me pregnant! You even asked me to marry you, but... But...” I faked my tears and sniffled. I mentally congratulated myself for being a good actress.

 

“Y-you're getting married...?” The woman's ultra-red face because of over applied blush-on turned pale after hearing my drama and moved her gaze to me and back to Xander. My lips almost formed into a grin only to disappear in an instant when he spoke up.

 

“Yeah. So, I've been telling you that I'm not interested. Look what you've done. My fiancée is now upset cause she thinks I'm cheating on her.” My mouth dropped open when he winked at me. What is this situation...??? I asked myself in total confusion. My thoughts were disrupted when he went toward me and my stupid body just froze when he draped his arm around my shoulders. I couldn't even back away.

 

“A-ah... Uhm.. I-I'm..” Why the heck am I stammering?! I scolded myself, but that didn't change anything. I couldn't move away from his warm embrace and strangely, I liked it. Get a hold of yourself, Abigail!

 

“Babe, you shouldn't worry. I'm all yours,” he spoke of the words like they were sugar-coated. So fake... I thought bitterly to myself. What's with him, anyway? Why is he playing along? Isn't she his girlfriend or one of his girlfriends or something?

 

“I-I'm s-sorry. I've gotta g-go.” The poor woman wobbled toward her car and disappeared from our sight in no time.

 

“Good job,” he said afterward and patted my shoulder, then walked toward the elevator impassively like nothing happened. Finally, I came to my senses and scrambled after him.

 

“What the hell was that?” I asked, confusion was written all over my face.

 

“Should I ask that question instead?” He asked without giving me a glance.

 

“Well...”

 

“Doesn't  really matter. Anyway, you did well, Ms.