Chapter 7 7. Do I hate her

Ethan's POV

Finally, she was under my control. I had all the chances and opportunities to take my revenge. Even though I knew the whole thing but still, it was my duty to take revenge on her. She had to know whom she had been trying to mess with. But for the most part, I was only doing it for fun because making that little woman mad makes me happy. Might sound evil but it was the truth.

She was different and bold, something I didn't find in most women I came across. It was interesting to interact with Madison, even though we only had a few conversations. All of them mostly were just me or her trying to kill each other verbally, because I was dead serious about the fact that she had already killed me in her mind a couple hundred times. She hates me; I know that.

I was busy with my work when someone opened the door and it revealed Madison, coming in with a cup of coffee. I could sense her unwantedness even in the way she was dragging her feet as she came up close to my table. It was truly amusing to see her like that. She placed the black cup in front of me and stood straight.

"What are you?" I said with a straight face.

"What kind of a question is that?" She was annoyed already.

"Just answer it."

"A human, a woman? What else?" She said with her face showing utmost aggravation.

"Thank you for correcting me, Maddy. Otherwise, all this time I was thinking that you're some sort of a cat." I said sarcastically.

"What the actual hell." She cursed under her breath, loud enough for me to hear it.

"Jokes apart. What are you here?" I asked again.

"Umm an employee?" she said it more like a question.

"Exactly! So, as an employee, don't you think that you should knock and then enter your boss' office?" I asked placing my elbows on the hand rest, leaning back as I softly placed my crossed fingers under my chin.

She looked down in confusion.

"Well, you need to learn basic manners I suppose." She looked at me as I continued. "So, for that, take this coffee and go out. Then knock the door and ask me to come in." Her eyes were boiling in anger and her was jaw getting tight. I enjoyed teasing her.

She got really angry and frustrated by this; it was clearly visible all over her face. It felt amazing unnecessarily troubling her. I'm not this mean always, but seeing Madison getting irritated was the best feeling in the world. I might be doing that on purpose, but I somewhat did agree with the situation getting worse because of my behaviour. But did my arrogance let me accept the same? Hell no.

I still maintained my straight face as I watched her doing what I had asked her. She picked up the coffee cup and went out. I bit my finger controlling my laugh while she dabbed her heels on the carpeted floor. She then knocked on my door twice, asking, "May I come in?"

"Come in."

She then came in, this time even more uninterested and enraged. As I saw her placing the coffee on my table, I gave a satisfactory smile. While she just stood there, not even looking at me rather everywhere else. I noticed how her dress fitted her body perfectly, with her hair covering her face in the prettiest fashion. It looked like owned the moment.

The design of a woman's radiance is what her aura reflects in the most alluring aesthetic. She is the definition of a loaded gun; deadly, aiming to kill, a literal drama but with a pure soul. She has both the attributes of a demon and an angel; I knew she was capable of choking you until you stop breathing.

But I liked how she held her grudges, she was crazy, but something about her displays how she doesn't change for anyone. She was stubborn and gorgeous. Like a summer water stream, you trip and fall before her, like you wanted that to happen, she feels exactly like that.

I wanted to grab her attention again, keep her eyes only on me. I hated her too much, a little too much, the feeling was dark like I was high on fire and I didn't even know why was I so obsessed with her existence. I wanted to show her how much I disliked her and I wanted her to show me her opinions about me the same way.

I picked up the coffee cup and tasted the coffee. It tasted amazing, better than I had ever tasted. I would kiss the hands of the maker, but knowing Madison made it, the taste immediately got bitter than it already was. I spitted it out and stood up from my chair angrily. She got scared and her eyes became wide.

"What the fuck is this?!" I glared in her direction.

"Ummm... It's the w-way I used to make for Mr. Brandon a-as well." She said in a low voice.

"Who are you working for right now? Me or him?" Her eyes reflected fright with a pinch of anger.

"I want a coffee with more milk, less water and two sugar cubes. Now go get me a new coffee. Get out!" I gave her the instructions to make me a coffee I never drink. I just wanted to see her face like that, with a pinch of fear, yet anger succumbing deep within. She was too easy to read. And just like I assumed, the expression she had on her face was priceless.

Since the time we had met, it was the first time when she actually got scared of me. But somewhere deep down, I knew I did wrong and was feeling bad about it and now it was too late to apologize, which my arrogance wouldn't let me do in the first place either. I wouldn't let myself submit to her so quickly. Not yet.

After some time, she came back with the coffee. It was exactly the way I asked her to make it; She was really good at taking commands. No wonder why dad always complimented her work ethic. I was curious to meet his assistant, but he never let me in his office saying he didn't want me to fool around unnecessarily.

Yes, my dad was very much aware of my party animal phase and the how my arms were adorned with different beauties every week. He hated it and well, I did it even more to irritate him. It irks me the moment I find someone getting mad at me, because then I try my level best to infuriate the person even more.

My attention shifted to Madison as I took another sip of the sugar drink. She just stood there silently with her head down. I looked at her for another few second before she saw me staring at her. She quickly moved her gaze away from me, keeping it cool.

"You have nothing to do?" I was blunt.

"I already did all the work I was assigned." Her tone got softer.

"Then you can go and rest. I'll call when I need you." She just nodded moving out.

Exactly after eight minutes of her leaving the office, the clock struck six and I texted her to come back inside. I knew she would be infuriated but I wanted to have some fun. She read the message and, in a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door.

She looked really exhausted as she entered in the office. But what was she doing? I did not give her any work. Was I concerned? Well, very minimalistic; Like a tiny bit, because I hate her. Yes, I do. Do I?

"What happened? You seem really exhausted."

She took a deep breath and said, "nothing much."

"Then why are you looking like a tired pig." I said sarcastically, with a teasing smile.

I saw her mouth opening wide in shock and she said, "You seriously have no manners. You really don't know how to talk to a woman. Do you?"

"Then what should I say?"

"Well, if you can't be nice, don't be unnecessarily mean either." She said defending herself.

"I am not mean? I just said you look tired."

"Like a fucking pig? That's not nice."

"But you know what is nice?" I got up from my seat, walking towards her.

Her face fixated on every step I take; she was nervous, I could see it in her eyes. Perhaps she was anticipating what I was about to do. Well, honestly, I didn't know either. I just wanted to see her up close. Maybe absorb how her lips were carved on her face. I wanted to note the details, the perfection of her design. She was a beautiful woman and I liked it.

I liked women.

I halted right in front of her, towering over small figure as I looked down to her face with her doe like eyes watching me. The room was silent, every breath, every slightest noise hit my ear drums with great intensity. Her charm was enough to magnetise every force in the room and I was attracted to her.

"What?" Her voice was enticing just like her entire existence.

"Your lips over mine." I leaned in and she pushed me away.

"You're unbelievable Ethan. I hate you."

Her reaction was priceless. She quickly moved out, stomping her heels on the carpeted floor. She was cute and I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. She was so fucking annoyed and I found it a hilarious occasion. She's amazing at giving reactions. I love to make her mad, I just find satisfaction in the same.

I love her when I find her getting mad... no, I hate her. wait, do I?