My Cold CEO, My Perfect Seducer - English Ver. (Chapter 3: Club)

 

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Chapter 3 :

Club

 

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Violette:

HAHA. He can get sick too? Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh. Ah...he's human too, huh? I just remembered. For whatever reason, thinking about him taking medicine, lying in bed with a blanket, and anything related to being sick, it all makes me want to laugh. This will be a good topic to tease him.

After being told about that, I smiled to myself.

"Violette?" the personnel manager called again. I was blinked.

Bloody hell! Why am I smiling here? Ergh!

"H—huh? O—okay, Sir. Thank you for the information. I'll excuse myself."

The manager nodded at me and I bowed slightly, saying goodbye politely to him. After that, I walked out and closed the door.

When I was already behind the door, I started to hold back my laughter. I walked away for a while, then when I was far away from the line of managers' rooms, I laughed as hard as I could. Finally! God had avenged me on that cruel man. Argh! Damn, my stomach hurts from laughing so much.

After I'm done laughing, I finally arrived to the elevator and I immediately entered it, choosing to go to the second floor, the marketing room. I wanted to talk to Megan; spending time with Megan freely would feel good.

When I arrived at the marketing room, everyone was staring at me strangely as usual. I frowned in surprise and confusion; I became the people's attention. However, I just continued my steps to Megan's desk and found her still focused on her work. She was probably taking notes on products that were being planned or had been marketed.

"Megan!" I shouted as I reached her. I tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, almost falling backwards and my eyes widened. I immediately grabbed her hand to keep her from falling.

Megan rubbed her chest in shock. "You almost made me fall asleep—oh, no—dead, Vio."

I laughed.

"If you die, there won't be any more noise in my life," I joked. Her eyes glared at me and I laughed out loud.

She then shook her head and stood up from her place, approaching someone across the way. "I'll borrow your chair, Ms. Cathy," she said casually. Ms. Cathy was putting her files on her friend's desk and suddenly her chair was taken by Megan. Ms. Cathy was clearly upset, but Megan ignored her. Megan even casually gave the chair to me. I smiled awkwardly, feeling Ms. Cathy's gaze on me as if saying, 'Sit down and I'll curse you.'

I kept biting my lip as I stared at Ms. Cathy, my body froze like an idiot. Megan patted my shoulder. "Come on, sit down. Leave the witch alone."

Ugh, you can relax, Megan, but I can't. Her eyes are glaring at me!

Geez.

I then shook my head, trying to erase all my doubts and finally I tried to sit down. I placed the chair next to Megan and finally I sat comfortably. I don't know what Ms. Cathy's gaze is like now.

"So, why are you here?" Megan asked, making me smile secretly at her. Megan stared at me for a long time without me answering her, then pushed her glasses up her nose, frowning at me who only smiled secretly.

"What's wrong with you, eh?" she asked again.

I finally laughed out loud.

"Hahah—you don't know, do you? I'm so happy today." I winked at her. She frowned even more in confusion.

"Ah... You won the lottery, eh?" she guessed randomly. I rolled my eyes.

"It's not a lottery, Megan."

She went back to her files.

I smiled. "Yeah... It's just because... My boss is not coming today because he's sick."

Megan looked at me and she looked shocked. "He’s sick? Are you serious?"

I laughed. Well, Megan was also surprised, wasn't she?

"Yes, and I'm free! Free, fellas! Woohoo!!" I said, I shouted while throwing my hands up like a monkey in joy. I only realized that I embarrassed myself when everyone's eyes started to look at me. Oh shit. Don't be crazy, Violette.

Finally, I looked at Megan and found her shaking her head at me too, her face seemed to convey great disappointment towards me. Or maybe that was just her blank expression? I didn't understand.

"Well, he seems to be really cruel, huh? He's handsome though," Megan commented.

I giggled.

"It's no use being handsome if he's cruel," I replied, then Megan looked at me enthusiastically. "But Vio. A handsome and cruel person is the one I usually like in movies! Ahhhh, that kind of person makes me curious, you know?! Then, I'll just visit him at his house!" she shouted and I rolled my eyes.

"And you'll be kicked out or maybe you’ll be thrown in the trash can," I said with a straight face. Megan's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Her mouth could probably fit my fist.

"WHAT? THROW ME INTO THE TRASH CAN?!" she shouted and I nodded quickly. I was afraid that the people in this room would kick us out of here. After that, Megan's expression softened again. She looked back at her files. "Ah, it’s okay if he’s the one who does it," Megan continued. I jumped for a moment, then I exhaled as much as possible because I remembered Megan was crazy from the start.

"Well, Meg, whatever."

She burst out laughing.

Finally, during that afternoon, I was alone with Megan. Justin did not contact me to finish anything, my work yesterday was also finished. Megan and I looked at Ms. Cathy who kept nagging there until she finally got a replacement chair. I helped Megan with her work, then we had lunch together. Without realizing it, it was already evening.

"Aren't you going to visit your boss—uh, what's his name?"

I rolled my eyes. "Justin Alexander, Meg. You've been at this company longer than I have and you still don't know the CEO's name."

"Well, that's him. Aren't you going to visit him, eh? You're his executive assistant, Vio."

"For what? I don't want to visit someone like him," I said with a shrug.

Megan rolled her eyes dramatically. "Hey... Maybe if you go there, he'll change his attitude towards you, right? Or maybe you two will do something romantic there. Like, um... When you make him porridge in his kitchen, he'll hug you from behind, then when you put a compress on his forehead, he'll pull you into bed with him—"

WHAT THE HECK.

I quickly covered Megan's mouth. What the hell was she saying? Was she dreaming? HA. How could someone so cruel like that guy be as sweet as she imagined. Oh, God, just thinking about it makes me feel nauseated, trust me. Just imagining Justin being that sweet makes me want to vomit. Damn it.

"Don't joke around, Meg," I said.

Megan laughed. "Who's joking, huh? Come on, go visit him!" she shouted and my eyes widened.

Suddenly, a familiar voice...like the Marketing Boss's voice, was heard. He was calling Megan.

"Megan, can you deliver this product to the place we went to yesterday? Hurry up, okay?"

Megan immediately stood up and walked towards our Marketing Boss—I mean, he used to be my boss too, but not anymore—and quickly grabbed quite a lot of products. Megan looked at me when her boss had left.

"Vio, I'll borrow your motorcycle for a while, okay?! Just for a moment," she said, then without saying anything she took my motorcycle key which was currently on her table. Well, I brought it with me. She then left before I could say anything. I was still gaping, looking at her with a confused look.

After she left, I leaned my back in the chair I was sitting on. Well, what am I going to do now? Go home? My house is far away and my motorcycle is gone. It's already dusk. Take a taxi? Then what about my motorcycle?

Visiting Justin? Ergh—that's the worst option.

But, dear God, if I think about it, I am his executive assistant and I don't know anything about his condition. Maybe I should visit him for a while. However, I am so scared and lazy to meet that man. If I don't remember the fact that he is my boss, I would rather go home. However, Justin's house is not that far from here. If I go there by taxi, then visit him, Megan can deliver the motorcycle directly to Justin's house. I can tell her the address. If that's the case, I can do something in between waiting for Megan to come back.

Okay, I guess I really should visit Justin.

At that moment, I immediately nodded in certainty and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I’m getting ready to get scolded by Justin again. I went out of the company and looked for a taxi.

 

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After arriving in front of the apartment building where Justin lived, I walked to the elevator at the end of the lobby, then tried to remember which floor Justin's apartment was on. Pressing the button for 23—the floor where Justin's apartment was—and I just stood there, waiting for the elevator to make a ‘ding!’ sound to indicate that I had arrived.

When I arrived, I got out of the elevator cubicle, then I walked to a door number...wait, I have to remember where Justin's door is. There are so many doors here, goddammit! Which one? Which one is that? Oh my, I might go to the wrong door!

I tried to remember again, knitting my eyebrows together and closing my eyes. I stroked my chin and finally I remembered. Door number five from the elevator, on the left! Ah... Finally.

I pressed a bell next to his door. Three times in a row and he still hadn't opened it. I pressed the bell again twice in a row, then when I was about to press the bell again, suddenly the door opened and my head turned to the side, I found Justin who was now frowning at me in surprise. The door was only slightly open, then Justin almost closed it again if I hadn't stopped him. I held the door with my hand.

"What are you here for?" he asked coldly and I rolled my eyes.

"Open the door first! Let me explain!" I shouted in annoyance, then he finally opened the door. Ouch, it was so tiring holding the door so that it wouldn't close. The problem was, Justin had been trying to push it so the door would close again.

When the door opened, he put his fingers in his pajama pants pocket.

"So, what's up?" he asked.

I clicked my tongue. "Not letting me in, huh?" I asked in annoyance. He just looked at me with one eyebrow raised.

"No," he answered casually. Damn it.

"HEY! LET ME IN, EH?! I'M TIRED TOO BECAUSE I DECIDED TO COME HERE!"

"I didn't ask you to come here," he replied lightly. My eyes widened.

That's true, though.

"Okay, dear Mr. Alexander. I came to visit you." I confessed.

He raised an eyebrow again. Still calmly.

"Okay, now go home."

 

WHAT? WHAT—WHAT DID HE SAY?

 

"I JUST ARRIVED, SIR!"

"Yeah, but you already visited me, right? Now go home." He ordered, then tried to close the door again. I then held the door again. "Wait!! I still have some things I want to do! PLEASE, JUSTIN!!!"

He finally opened it again and clicked his tongue slightly. I sighed. He stood still in front of me and a second later he turned around, walking casually turning his back to me. Eh? Does that mean I can come in?

I giggled and went inside, closing the door behind me. Suddenly, he turned around, his hands still comfortably in his pockets.

“Don’t mess up my apartment.” He warned. I frowned, then rolled my eyes. Geez, who would mess up his apartment?

After that, he went away and was no longer within my sight.

I was left in his living room, where we had worked together two days ago and he ended up getting mad at me. Oh yeah, is he still mad or not? Judging from his attitude...it seems normal.

I looked around the room. God! What a mess! Cigarette butts everywhere. Wine bottles were scattered across the table. What was he doing? I covered my mouth with my hand, shocked. Had he been partying or something?

Walking forward, stepping over the bottles that had fallen to the floor and the scattered cigarette butts, I tried to follow the direction where Justin had walked. I frowned, then I walked again and found a door. The bedroom door?

I opened it slowly and went in. I knew it was a bit presumptuous, but somehow I felt relaxed doing this. Was it because we were old friends?

After successfully entering that room, I closed the door behind me. Walking slowly, I saw that his room was not too messy. However, there were many cigarette butts in the ashtray that he placed on his bedside table. I saw him sleeping on his side and covered with a blanket. Does he have a fever or something? I immediately rolled up my blazer sleeves, then put my hands on my hips. I will tidy this all up. My eyes hurt so much seeing the dirty and cigarette-smelling room like this. And him? He shouldn't be in this kind of environment either! He will get sicker!

What a crazy CEO. He can be disciplined in his work, but why doesn't he care about his body? Hell. I immediately walked to the nightstand beside his bed and took the ashtray. I saw a broom in the kitchen earlier and I think I want to sweep now.

"Didn't I tell you not to make a mess? Get out or I'll fire you right now," he said, still in a tone that sounded so cold.

I rolled my eyes. "So, you're telling me to just sit there in front, not doing anything? I'm here to visit you, Sir. At least let me do something for you."

He coughed. "Get out, Vio."

"Not until I'm done, Sir."

"Get out of here or resign from your job. I can do whatever I want with your job right now."

This threat again.

Damn it. If he wasn't my friend, I would have left a long time ago!

I put the ashtray back on the table and put my hands on my hips. "Besides, why didn't you tell me you were sick, huh?! What? What? Because I'm nothing to you? But I'm your executive assistant, Justin!! I'd hate for anyone to find out that I didn't know about what happened to you! I'LL BE LABELED AS A NEGLIGENT EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT IF YOU DO THAT!!!"

"You are negligent," he replied casually.

Oh shit. Huh.

"I DON'T—ERGH!!! IT'S USELESS TO TALK TO A CRAZY PERSON!!!" Oops. I immediately covered my mouth with my palm. I'm dead! I just let it slip... Ergh, damn it.

"What did you just say?" he asked. He asked softly, but his voice sounded intimidating. He sat up from his sleeping position and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He immediately looked at me with a cruel and intimidating gaze, typical of him. I gulped.

"Ahh...no—no, I was just err...singing, Sir."

He looked at me with his arrogant gaze, his eyebrows raised.

"Get out."

"No," I said, I took the cigarette ashtray again. "Besides, what’s your sickness, eh? Fever? Then what are you doing with this many cigarette butts?! Even your whole room smells of cigarettes! Ergh—my nose really can't stand this smell!!!"

"I stayed up late finishing my work." He answered casually. My eyes widened. Stayed up late finishing his work? Why didn't he tell me? Wait, the last time I saw him, wasn't the work already finished? Didn't I help him? So what else was he working on?

Oh my. Does that mean he hid a job from me and chose to finish it alone? So, what's the use of me? Argh, you crazy person! He was the one attracting this ‘sickness’ problem, then!!

"Didn't I help you? Besides, WHY DID YOU FINISH THE REST OF IT ALL BY YOURSELF, EH? AND YOU HID IT FROM ME?!! I COULD HELP YOU, JUSTIN! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE ME NEGLECTIVE, NOT ME!!"

He coughed. "I'm not hiding it."

I messed up my hair, stressed out facing him who was super cold. "I don't know, I want to sweep," I finally said, giving up on him. Thousands of tantrums from me—as I always said—were always defeated by one word that came from his mouth. I don't know when I can win over his cold attitude.

When I turned around and wanted to leave his room to go to the kitchen to get a broom, suddenly he grabbed my arm. I was shocked and turned to the side, it turned out that now he was standing beside me and holding my arm tightly. My eyes widened, "Just—JUSTIN!! Let go!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH?!!"

He just kept quiet and took the ashtray I was holding, then put it back on the table. I stared at all his movements with my jaw dropped, then he pulled me. He pulled my arm and dragged me out of his room. He pulled me like he was pulling a little kid again.

"Hey!! JUSTIN!! WHAT'S THIS? ARE YOU GOING TO DRAG ME OUT?!!!!" I shouted and clicked my tongue when I found him just standing and walking in front of me, his back to me. He kept dragging me and finally when we arrived in front of the door, I was shocked. Is he really going to throw me out?

"You always talk back to me, Violette. This is the only way to get you out." He pulled my arm again. I squirmed to be released, but he was stronger than me. He pushed my back out of the door, then he closed the door. I was immediately shocked and turned around again, banging on the door hard, then pressing the bell repeatedly like someone who was impatient to pee. "Hey!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!!! HEY!!!! JUSTIN!!!! I'M NOT DONE!!!!"

I kept knocking on the door and ringing the bell, but there was no answer. I guess he had gone back to his room. Damn it. I exhaled loudly. I was tired, but it only made me even more angry. However, I couldn't vent my emotions. I just let out a resigned breath, gave in, and then shrugged. Well, it couldn't be helped. I just had to go home.

I walked with limp steps and got into the elevator, then went down to the ground floor.

 

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Shit. There haven't been any taxis passing by since earlier. I've been waiting for a long time in front of this apartment building.

With a fairly loud breath, whining to hold back tears, and feeling tired, I stamped my feet as I walked along the sidewalk. Oh my God!! I was tired of being in the office until the afternoon (even though I was just chatting with Megan), tired of coming here only to be mad, thrown out, and also now there were no taxis. What is this? A nightmare? I stamped my feet along the road, my eyes already filled with tears because I wanted to cry. I was so tired! Not tired from walking, but because I was now in a bad mood.

Suddenly, I remembered my motorcycle. Where is my motorcycle? What took Megan so long? Oh hell please, Megan, it's already night! Where is she?

I immediately took my cellphone from my bag, then immediately looked for Megan's phone number in my contacts. I immediately called her.

She picked up my call on the first ring. I took a deep breath.

"Hello, Vio? I'll call you back later, okay? I'm not done yet. I'll return your motorcycle later, sorry," she said quickly, then she just hung up the phone call. I was stunned. I hadn't even said a word!! Oh my God, I think I've done something wrong to someone else to be punished with such bad karma.

I immediately clicked my tongue in annoyance and almost cried, then in annoyance I put my phone back into my bag. I walked again with strong and fast stamping feet; I whined all the way. Until finally, I entered an alley. Hell! The journey from the office to my house was quite far, let alone from Justin's house to my house! I couldn't guarantee that my feet would be okay. Unfortunately, not a single taxi had passed in front of me and even if there was, the driver definitely didn't see me waving hard as if I was meeting my idol. Even when I chased after the taxi, the taxi driver still didn't see me. Ha. Does he have eyes or not?

I walked again and started to enter an alley—the alley that was indeed the path I always passed when I went home—and I looked at the park beside this alley. There were chairs on the edge of the park and I saw children crying. There was no older woman there, so where was their mother? There were two children, one looked a little bigger. I frowned, then I approached that two children.

One of the bigger ones had apparently just snatched the other one's ice cream. Oh, so that's what it was all about.

I immediately approached one of the children who was crying and crouched in front of the child who was actually sitting on a chair at the edge of the park.

"What's wrong, hmm?" I asked. He kept crying, then he wiped his nose.

"Ice cream... My ice cream!!!!!!" he shouted loudly. I was shocked. Then, I looked around and I found an ice cream seller at the end of the park. I immediately smiled, stood up, and walked near the ice cream seller.

I bought one, then I went back to the child. After that, I gave him the ice cream. "Here. Don't cry anymore, okay?" I coaxed to calm him down. He fell silent. Indeed, he was still sobbing, but he still took the ice cream from my grasp. After that, he stared at me silently with his round eyes and I smiled softly at him.

"Ah... I'm sorry, was my son being rude to you? I'm sorry, Miss!"

A mother's voice reached my ears and I looked up, looking for her. It turned out that she had approached us and she quickly took her two children. I smiled.

"It's okay, Ma'am," I said.

She nodded at me and smiled too. "What are you doing alone this late at night, hmm? You're beautiful, I’m afraid something will happen to you."

I laughed. "Ah...no, it’s okay, Ma'am."

Besides, beautiful? I am not beautiful.

After that, she nodded again. "Alright. Hurry go home, Miss. We'll go first, okay?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

She left me while holding her two children. I sighed and turned around, then walked straight back into the hallway.

It was very dark here at night. I had never walked here before and it felt even more terrifying. I rubbed my arms because I suddenly felt cold, my breath seemed to start looking like a smoke because it was so cold.

I kept walking and let out my cold smoky breaths over and over again, feeling that my whole body was now cold and sore. Today felt more tiring, even more tiring than when Justin was around two days ago.

SNAP!

Oh shit!! My foot slipped and I just realized something. One of my high heels was broken! Oh, God, this is annoying!!! I bent down and immediately took off one of my high heels, staring at the heel that was already broken and almost falling off. I snorted and gritted my teeth.

WHAT ELSE IS THIS, EH? WHY IS MY LUCK SO BAD TODAY?

Damn it. Feeling annoyed, I opened the other one and threw the two high heels carelessly. With all my strength, I threw them away along with all my anger. "DAMN IT!!!!!"

Suddenly, a taxi passed in front of me. I immediately waved. The taxi stopped in front of me and I remembered something. I immediately checked my wallet and DAMN. I’VE RUN OUT OF MONEY BECAUSE I BOUGHT THE KIDS ICE CREAM...

Please, Lord, forgive my sins. If only it would rain money right now...

In a stupid way, I awkwardly grinned and scratched the back of my neck—which wasn't itchy—while saying ‘I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll cancel this. I don’t bring my money.’ to the taxi driver. The taxi driver just drove off, left me behind.

Wow. Luckily, he wasn't mad at me...

Damn it. Everything just happened and hit me like a truck. It was like I fell while digging a hole and was hit by layers of soil. Shrinking like an used origami paper on the side of the road, I felt so embarrassed.

I ended up walking barefoot. My skirt was knee-length and it really hurt, the night wind felt like it was piercing my body. I walked with my face down and I think my face was red from holding back my anger, tears, and also embarrassment. Everything was mixed up!!

As I got further into the hallway, I felt someone following me. I frowned; I knew I was being followed. Back then, I was used to applying various tactics against enemies when I was a member of the Red Lion. So of course I knew if I was being followed or threatened. I immediately knitted my brows together to focus as I continued walking. I knew that the person was following me.

When I reached a fairly narrow road, I stopped. However, it seemed like he kept walking towards me. I immediately turned around and kicked him in the stomach.

"What do you want, huh?" I asked and stood up straight again. He sat down and smirked at me. I frowned and he stood up immediately.

Geez, this is Seth. My neighbor!! He is my neighbor who is always drunk and I am very annoyed with his attitude; he always approaches me. I don't know, I don't want to deal with him. However, when he is not drunk...he is actually a good person.

"Huh... You kicked me, eh? Come on, Vio... We can have fun," he said, then he pushed me until my body was pressed against a large tree on the side of the small road. He hugged me and damn! I wanted to throw up when I smelled the scent of his clothes that smelled of alcohol!

"Seth—you're drunk!! Get away from me!!"

"Hey, we can have some fun... Oh c'mon, Baby, you are so beautiful... Do you know that, hmm?" he said in an annoying tone.

I squirmed to be released, then grabbed his arms so I could push him off. I also tried to push his chest. DAMN! Why is he so strong? I don't usually lose to guys, except Justin! What is this? Is it because Seth is drunk?

"You won't be able to escape, Vio..."

"SETH!!! OH PLEASE, C'MON SETH! YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!!! SETH!!!!! YOU—"

"What a smelly bastard."

I jumped. Whose voice was that? Why did it sound familiar to my ears? I immediately turned to the side, and so did Seth.

"JUSTIN?!!!" I shouted. Oh, no wonder those words sounded annoying. But why is this man here?!!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUH?!!" I shouted, but he didn't even look at me. He just stared coldly at Seth. After that, I saw Seth smirking, releasing his grip on me. My body almost swayed, but I managed to stand up straight again. I let out a sigh of relief, then sucked in as much oxygen as I could. Damn, I almost died, I think.

Seth immediately approached Justin who was standing about three meters beside us. Quite far, but Seth approached Justin with his unsteady steps. Justin just stood there without expression.

When Seth got there, Seth immediately tried to beat Justin. Over and over again, but all of his punches were blocked by Justin. All of his punches failed and finally Justin return his favor with one punch that immediately made Seth fall to the asphalt. I covered my mouth with one of my hand. However, I was not surprised because Justin used to be a former member of Red Lion, just like me. In the past, Justin was the one our leader always relied on. I was just stunned when I saw my neighbor lying on the road. What would my uncle say?

"Ju—Justin, h—he's my neighbor," I stuttered. He just let out a faint sigh and put his hands back in his pockets. He was now wearing a suit. He was neat, unlike when he was in his apartment earlier. Earlier, at his house, he was only wearing a plain white t-shirt and a long gray pajama pants. He looked so cute and innocent like that. However, when he wore a suit, his figure changed 180 degrees and his cruelty became more obvious.

"No wonder his behavior is just like yours." He said casually. My eyes immediately widened. With steps like a demon—and breath that blew like a raging bull—I then approached him who had now turned his back to me and walking casually. I immediately approached him quickly and hell! Why do I still can’t match his steps?

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? THE SAME AS ME?!! SAY IT AGAIN, MR. ALEXANDER!"

"Hmm."

DAMN!!

"JUSTIN!!!!!" I shouted and ran as fast as I could until I finally reached him, blocking his path with my arms spread wide. I was standing right in front of him. However, he only raised an eyebrow at me.

Without saying anything, he passed through my outstretched hand—which was blocking him—and then he walked from the side. I then widened my eyes.

He's already passed me and is already walking in front of me again. DAMN IT!

"HEY, JUSTIN!!!!!! Oh shit," I cursed while clicking my tongue. I immediately ran again. Now I was walking close to him, maybe just an inch behind him because I was so close to him that I was almost touching him. "HEY, WAIT FOR ME!!! At least tell me why you're here!!!"

He just kept quiet.

"JUSTIN! DID YOU HEAR ME? HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE, HUH?! WERE YOU NOT WRESTLING WITH YOUR BLANKET IN YOUR ROOM?!"

He turned around. Staring at me with his cold gaze.

"Shut up, Violette. Is it polite to say that your boss is wrestling with his blanket? And again, don't embarrass me by walking around barefoot and without a vehicle."

I glared at him in annoyance, too irritated by him. "MY MOTORCYCLE—ERGH. Okay. Enough with that. My heel is broken AND I CAN'T GO WITH A TAXI BECAUSE I'M OUT OF MONEY. ARE YOU SATISFIED, MR. ALEXANDER?"

"I will be satisfied if you keep quiet," he said shortly. Damn it. Didn't he just taunt me because he wanted to hear an explanation from me? So, what is this? This is the kind of damn response I always get from him when I try to explain. Is he a human or not?

Finally, because I was annoyed and furious, I kept quiet. I felt that I was tired and I didn't want to faint on the road just because I was even more tired from fighting him.

After walking for a long time, I realized. Why did I follow him?

Oh. This is because I was angry with him earlier.

"Since you're so bold as to follow me, then you have to follow me until I'm done," he said.

I widened my eyes. He didn't even bother to turn to look at me.

"Wh—where?!!!" I shouted in surprise.

"To a club near here."

Huh?

Club?!

WHAT ELSE IS THIS MAN GOING TO DO, HUH? Why does everything he does always successfully making me angry?! []

 

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Seth