Chapter 6 Hate-to-love-romance shit

HAZEL

I haven't even been working for Rowan for up to a month and yet I already feel so suffocated.

I feel like screaming my lungs out.

I hate this job!

I hate Rowan more.

Indeed, I had heard of many tales concerning Rowan's vile and rude attitude towards people especially those of the lower class but experiencing it in person seems like I'm burning in hell.

Just thinking of Rowan has grenades blowing off in my head.

What sort of a human being is that?

I feel so choked in here. I discussed it with violet the other night and she encouraged me to push further after reminding me of the reason I'm doing it in the first place.

God. I already feel teary thinking of all these. The amount of hatred surging through me like wrecking waves for that asshole called Rowan is unexplainable. I don't think I have ever hated anyone the way I hate Rowan. I wish he dies and rots in hell!

The door suddenly swung open, interrupting my distressing thoughts with the noise reverberating through the walls of my office. Speak of the devil himself.

His treading eyes locked with mine the moment he entered my office. In an instant, all the hairs in my body stood and I went rigid.

Fuck shit! I huffed within myself. I hate the effect that radiates off me from just his appearance.

I don't want to be scared of this asshole! The air in the office seemed to freeze as Rowan strode inside.

A young lady followed him, ponderously walking behind the six-foot man. His intimidating height didn't give her a chance to walk or even see ahead of him.

I suppressed my discomfort and anger and coated my face with the brightest or rather charming smile in the best way I can.

"Sir welcome. How may I be of assistance to you ?" Employing that method of casting a spell on male sluts like him, I flipped my hair around slowly.

So slow and seductively to keep his libidinous eyes staring at me but maybe it didn't work on him cause what I got was a blazing stare, piercing into my skin like I was the most loathsome thing on earth. Hissing, he turned to the petite woman now standing beside him.

"Drop those files on her table" With mortified steps, she came to my mahogany desk and placed a stack of files on my table. I gasped and pulled back with wrinkled brows. What the hell are all these?

"If you were performing your duties accurately and timely, you would have realized that you have no time for rest in my company. But you are just a bag of lazy bones" he scoffed at me.

What the fuck?! Who does this motherfucker think he is to tell me I'm lazy!?

Oh, Lord. What is wrong with this man!? I tightly held on to my office skirt to suppress my urge of slapping him so hard and managed to keep my smile on and anger at bay.

"I'm sorry sir" I replied through gritted teeth.

"Whatever. Work on those files before noon and forward your proceedings to my email. Got It?" He spat at me with eyes flashing anger.

Why does he even hate me this much? I understand why I hate him but he hasn't even met me before so why the hate?

"Yes sir" I replied courteously. His eyes traveled around my body, probably observing my countenance before turning to go. I stood to close the door and rested my back on it, heaving a huge sigh. My eyes trailed to a stack of office piles on my desk and my face became distorted in anger.

Relax hazel.

Remember why you are doing this ok. Just take that scum-bags attitude as the hate-to-love-romantic shit. You will get your revenge soon.' I use that to comfort myself and maybe it's what it seems like. With those desires his eyes emit each time he looks at me, I know he's barely holding on to his control panel.

Honestly, I don't even know why he's covering it up with some stupid hate. He's making a huge mistake by not acting to his dirty desires already cause a time will come when he would no longer be able to resist me, I'll make sure of that and so help him lord when that happens. Pfff!!

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"Oh Lord," I groaned out flopping my head backward on my chair. I have been working since morning with no break trying to finish Rowan's endless piles of files before noon yet it seems my efforts are yielding no fruit. I ran a hand through my hair and snapped my eyes to meet the clock on the wall. It was half past six.

"Fuck. I'm not even done!" I mumbled out, downcasting my head. I can't finish all these today, it's impossible.

"I'll finish it tomorrow, not today. Rowan truly can't expect me to finish all these before noon" I thought to myself. I thought about my chances of getting fired if I finished the work tomorrow and decided to just take a leap of faith and continue tomorrow. Whilst packing the files up, a call came through. I furrowed my brows at the sudden intrusion and reluctantly answered the caller. "Hello? How may I help you" I said using my best tone of voice.

"I want to speak to Rowan. Give him the phone" the feminine voice ordered rudely. Great.

Another devil.

"I'm sorry ma'am I can't without knowing your name" I heard her hiss.

"Give him the phone right now! He isn't picking up my calls" I chuckled within me. It was probably one of his mistresses.

"I can't I'm sorry. I need your name" I prod. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She shot back at me.

This went on for a while as I sought reasons to make her tell me her name but she vehemently refused.

"Fine hold on" I gave in to her demand. I stood up for Rowan's office with the phone in my hand.

"Sir you have a call" I informed him entering his office and stretching out my hand for him to take the phone.

"How dare you enter my office without knocking?! Who gave you the temerity!?" He bellowed at me.

I shook like a leaf and retreated my hand. "I'm sorry sir. The caller just...." I attempted to explain myself but he cut me short.

"You are very stupid! I wish I could just fire you! Get out!" He roared at me with his nostrils flaring. I quickly left his office with an erratic heartbeat.

"Rowan won't speak to you right now," I told the caller on getting to my office. She attempted to speak but I cut the call on her. My eyes suddenly felt teary remembering how he addressed me. I swiftly wiped off any traitorous tears forming in my eyes and went to pack up my things. I'm done for the day. * * * *

"Hmm, taxis aren't stopping on this corner. Probably I should go stand over there" I thought aloud. I had been in the same spot for over ten minutes with no taxi stopping for me.

I eagerly wanted to leave Rowan's property before the asshole would spot me. I began walking towards a different corner of the road in a bid to get a taxi and also get far away from Rowan.

The cold air slapped against my cheeks, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. My hair was been tossed across my face by the wind which got me tucking it behind my ear.

The horizontal sky was splashed with a canvas of pink and orange colors, the luminous moon gradually pushing its way through the clouds.

The street was lively and peaceful.

The sound of laughter could be heard from all corners and it somehow calmed me. Then, a memory struck my thoughts. Rowan said he wished he could just fire me. Why couldn't he just do It?

What is stopping him from firing me?

I never actually gave ear to what spilled from his mouth but this particular speech caught my attention. I guess I am more important in his office than I thought. And the asshole can't for once ever thank me for what I do. I hissed lightly and kept on walking, passing by a group of teenagers who were discussing.

"I can't believe Mr. Rowan didn't attend our function after he promised us" A feminine voice grumbled.

I slowed down in my tracks and my ears twitched to hear more of their discussion. Rowan is just on everybody's lips.

"I know right" I heard one concur. From the corners of my eyes, I could see how disappointed they looked.

"He promised to come for the party. We made preparations for him and he didn't come. Not even courtesy to inform the school. What sort of attitude is that?" A masculine voice spat with irritation in his voice.

"Just because he is a celebrity doesn't mean he has to act like that" he added, folding his arms. I shook my head in pity.

Even these kids are aware of Rowan's intolerable behavior.

Well, I can't spend all day listening to their complaints.

Thoughts of Rowan began forming in my head and I huffed at the reveries. Rowan didn't deserve to live in my head, not for one day. I quickened my pace, leaving the teenagers behind.