My Jealous Boss

Chapter 8

JILIAN'S POV:

Mandy and I had just gotten back. We went out to grab some snacks.

“Um, hi. I’ve been here for a while. I wanted to talk to Dean. We have a meeting scheduled.” — The woman standing in front of Mandy and me said.

A meeting? She was barely wearing anything! What kind of “meeting” were they supposed to have?

“You need to schedule an appointment first, ma’am, before you can meet with him.” — Mandy.

“Um, once he sees me, I’m sure I won’t need an appointment.” — The girl replied.

“Um, Ms., that’s how things work here. You need to schedule an appointment first.” — Me.

“Ms. Jilian, make me some coffee.” — Dean.

“Um, sir, someone wants to talk to you.” — Mandy.

“Really? Is it her?” — Dean.

“Yes, sir… but she doesn’t have an appointment with you.” — Me.

“Oh, she doesn’t need one. Ms., come here. Ms. Jilian, coffee for two, please. Thanks.” — Dean.

Why do I suddenly feel so hot?

I think I’m getting annoyed at that woman.

“Sir saw that she’s sexy and immediately agreed. It’s so obvious he’s a womanizer.” — Mandy.

“What? You know what, Mandy, Sir isn’t like that. Besides, looks have nothing to do with business.” — Me.

Whew… calm down, Jilian. It’s just business.

But that woman was really sexy.

What if…?

No. Dean wouldn’t do that.

I trust him.

After making the coffee, I immediately brought it into the office.

“Thanks.” — The woman said as I handed her the coffee.

“Thank you, Ms. Jilian. You can leave now.” — Dean.

What?

He’s kicking me out?

This is the first time he’s ever done this to me. During all his meetings, I usually stay right beside him. But now he’s asking me to leave…

He’s my boyfriend, but now he’s inside with some random woman?

Well, it’s probably just business.

I should stay calm.

Maybe Dean doesn’t like jealous girlfriends. He might get turned off by me if I act jealous. Hehehe.

“Ms. Mandy, can you take care of things here for a while? I have something to take care of.” — Me.

I need to get out of here…

I tried doing all sorts of things to distract myself.

After an hour, I finally returned to my desk beside Mandy.

“Ms. Jilian, what do you think they’re doing in there right now? It’s been an hour, right? Isn’t that kind of long?” — Mandy.

They’re still not done?

I had a bad feeling about this.

I couldn’t sit still anymore.

“Thank you, Ms. Grace. I had a great time…” — Dean.

Had a great time?

What does that mean?

Am I just being dirty-minded, or did something really happen in there?

Just smile, Jilian.

Don’t let Dean see that you’re affected by that woman.

It’s just business, right?

If I ask him about it, I might only embarrass myself.

“Ms. Mandy, can you show Ms. Grace to our nicest room, okay?” — Dean.

He’s even giving her a room?

I sat down and tried to calm myself.

“Hi, Jilian.” — Dean.

Wow. Look at that smile of his.

Just smile, Jilian. It’s okay.

“Hi, Sir, too. Um… I guess I shouldn’t ask what your meeting was about, right?” — Me.

Wait.

What is that red lipstick on his neck?

My lipstick isn’t red!

I immediately wiped it off before anyone else could see it.

“What’s that?” — He asked.

He was pretending not to know he had lipstick on his neck.

I really wanted to ask him what happened, but maybe I shouldn’t.

Whatever.

He can explain himself.

“Y-you have lipstick on your neck. Anyway, go inside already.” — Me.

He seemed to get angry.

“Come inside.” — He said.

What?

He’s the one getting angry?

He’s the one doing something suspicious!

If this is how it’s going to be, I might as well resign. Even if I lose my job, I can’t keep dealing with this.

“Um, Sir, why?” — Me.

“What? You don’t have any reaction to what happened?” — Dean.

“Sir, we’re at work.” — Me.

“I already know why. You rejected me.” — Dean.

What drama is he pulling now?

“You still love Ethan, right?” — Dean.

Why does Ethan have to get dragged into this?

It’s just the two of us here!

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

“Why did Ethan even get dragged into this?” — Me.

“You’re still defending him? Is that how little you care about me? You didn’t even get jealous? Ugh! You’re hurting me now.” — Dean.

“Who said I wasn’t jealous? I was trying so hard to control myself! I thought that if I got jealous, we might end up fighting and you’d get angry at me again! Tell me, what did you do in there? You were in there for an hour! If I find out that something happened between you two, I’m resigning! Grrr!” — Me.

I immediately walked out after saying that.

He probably thought I wouldn’t actually do it.

Wait…

Why does he even want me to get jealous?

Maybe he really did that on purpose!

Ugh, whatever. It’s so annoying.

How could I not get jealous?

It depends on the situation!

If I had only seen them talking and he didn’t have lipstick on his neck, I wouldn’t have cared.

But he had evidence!

That’s what made me jealous.

So annoying.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” — He texted me.

It was already time to go home anyway.

When I got into his car, Bryan was with him.

“Bryan?” — Me.

“Hi, Jilian.” — Bryan.

“Bro, she got jealous. Ugh, finally… so she really does love me.” — Dean.

“You two planned this? This isn’t funny, Dean! You’re so annoying! You could’ve just asked me! I would’ve answered you anyway. And what was with that lipstick nonsense?” — Me.

“Don’t be mad at Jilian. Your boyfriend is just way too paranoid. Don’t worry about the girl, I know her… Wait, didn’t Grace take a long time to come out? I thought it was supposed to be quick? Weren’t you guys just supposed to let Jilian see you, bro?” — Bryan.

I knew it!

Dean really had something planned!

I glared at Dean.

“You two were inside for an hour! What did you do in there? Bryan, was putting lipstick on his neck part of your plan?” — Me.

“Um… actually, no…” — Bryan.

“See?! Don’t talk to me! What did you do in there?!” I shouted.

“Don’t talk to me! And don’t you dare follow me!” — Me.

I got out of the car and took a taxi home instead.

I don’t want us to fight.

But if I let this slide, he might end up cheating on me just like Ethan did.

So he needs to learn early on that he should never mess around with other women.