We are quietly steering in the rain heading home after a long but fabulous day. We so engaged in chit-chatting and watching movies that we lost count of time. It only past ten that we decided to say goodbye. Unfortunately, the kids had asleep, and the rain was pouring like hell. It still is. It took Rita and her a lot of persuading to get Andy to agree to leave his daughter with them the night. The guy went berserk at their proposal at first. I even thought they unnecessarily squandering their energy and time, but eventually, his paternal won over his stubbornness, and he finally gave in albeit unwillingly.We are quietly steering in the rain heading home after a long but fabulous day. We so engaged in chit-chatting and watching movies that we lost count of time. It only past ten that we decided to say goodbye. Unfortunately, the kids had asleep, and the rain was pouring like hell. It still is. It took Rita and her a lot of persuading to get Andy to agree to leave his daughter with them the night. The guy went berserk at their proposal at first. I even thought they unnecessarily squandering their energy and time, but eventually, his paternal won over his stubbornness, and he finally gave in albeit unwillingly.
We are still at odds with this niggar, but I nonetheless am pleased that he did what adequate for Angel. I mean, I personally am shuddering just at the sheer notion the cold outside, so what more a little girl like Angel? It wasn't worth the trouble, if it entailed disturbing her sleep.
So here we are now, permeating our gate, silence being the only pitch in this limo.
Nobody has chattered to the other, because I intend to follow his order in the . If there is one thing that my parents taught me well, was that respect is . I will honour his wishes and commands to ensure a smooth and benign environment for me.
He parks the car, but we find ourselves just staring at the rain outside. It's so heavy, there is no sign of it stopping any time soon. Jeez! There was no sign of it in morning, that's why I did not bother crying a sweater. And now, here I am, in sleeveless sky-blue dress.
I squirm, rubbing my arms, and cursing myself for being stupidly overconfident. I have carried one for any emergencies.
"Doesn't look like it's gonna stop soon. Here, wear this."
This man beside me says, offering me his black leather jacket which I don't accept.
I am not even considering accepting it. I won't die for walking in rain for a few .
"Thank you, but I am okay. Let's just go." I say, and grab my phone, waiting for to unlock the door so that can I jump out quickly.
Seeing him beside me like this with nothing to distract me is accelerating my fury.
I feel like my face is double its size due to this burning anger I am feeling. I am if we spend another minute in this damn car I will explode.
"Can you put your stubbornness aside for once? Do you want to get sick or what?"
He fires, tearing me with his gaze.
"Don't you worry, boss! Even if I get sick, I will still perform my duties as your ."
"And you think that's all I care about? Your fucking duties?"
"What else do you care about, huh? What?"
"I... I am not in the mood to argue. It's an order from your boss. So, my maid, wear , NOW!"
I feel like killing him right now. I don't know whether it is because of how he is to me, or the domineering despotic tone of his voice, or is it the hostility in eyes because it seems like he has murdered me ten times in his mind.
Sorry but, trash that respect shit for now. This jerk is being too much.
"You can not order me to do that. It's my choice to wear anything I want. You don't me for how I dress, right?"
"Stop being childish and do as I say, Tania Lawson!"
"Childish? You think this is childish?"
Now, this hurts me more than anything he has done so far, but I am not going to cry.
At least not in front of him. I need to show him the strong Tania Lawson.
"Okay." He says, lifting his two hands for surrender. He then whirls and unlocks door on his side, gets out and stands in the rain, closing the door and leaning on . I try to open mine but it's locked. I turn to his unpleasantly handsome face through the open window on his side. "Five seconds! You either wear that or I lock you up in this car the whole night, or at least, until the rain stops."
Silly jerk! Annoying autocratic idiot! Commanding bastard! Despotic egotistical ! What else haven't called him? Yeah, add, ugly monkey, but don't hold me for that.
After minutes of mental profanity utterances, I have no choice but to grab the shit of a jacket and wear it angrily.
"Done!"
"Was it so arduous that I had to get soaked wet out here before you can do it?" He through the curtain of water dripping down his face.
He is actually wet! His grey T-shirt is hugging his biceps tightly, and his face, Oh, ! Serves him right for being a dick in the ass!
He unlocks my door and I step out, putting one hand above my head to try and my hair which is a laughable nonsensical nonsense because it's not helping.
Anyhow, we run through the rain to the door.
We halt at the door and stand still, glaring at each other like two angry lions. I am for him to open the door and he is just staring at me like... What's with this today, huh? Did he gamble with the devil to irritate me to the core or what?
"Didn't you get the key?"
The nerve of him!
"I didn't." I bark, the fact of him being my boss escaping my mind for a flash.
"Fucking shit!" He curses, matching in the rain once again to get the key. He is a dirty-mouthed jerk and I don't know why. I didn't know this dark side him.
He returns with the key and we get in, not saying a word to each other.
I take off his jacket, and I was about to hand it to him when he speaks, catching my .
"See how fucking wet I am? It's all your fault!" He says as he throws his phones on couch.
My fault?
"Oh? And how is it my fucking fault?" I query, throwing his wet jacket on the .
"Watch your mouth!"
Ooh, see who is roaring! Isn't this the language he is so in love with today? It this morning with that ass shit, and he has enjoyed it throughout the day.
Why is it an abomination if I use the same language on him?
"Why? Are you the only one around here permitted to talk dirty?"
"Well, you can, if you want. Just be ready for the consequences."
And who on earth can understand this incoherent camouflaging jerk? What is so in what he just said that made his eyes melt with a weird aggravating smirk this?
"And what damn consequences are those?" He stares at me like I am the most person on earth, and at this juncture, I don't think I am interested in what to come out of his mouth. "Never mind. I am not interested to know." I turn to to the kitchen. Coffee will be a good remedy for this cold and this weird mood have been in throughout the day.
Before I could completely turn my back on him, he grabs me by the waist with one , and forcefully turns me to him, my chest colliding hard with his, and he his other arm around my shoulders, caging me to him.