Taming Demi's Mom (ONGOING)

Chapter 45

{VICTORIA}

I WAS halted in my continuous entrance to the building when two security guards blocked my way. Their foreheads furrow upon recognizing me. I know what they are thinking. Jackson clearly instructed them not to let me enter the building. But now I have a valid reason to enter his building.

"Ma'am, you're not allowed to enter inside," one of the two security guards pleaded with me.

I raised the application folder I was holding and showed it to them. They exchanged glances, seemingly unsure of what to do.

"I'm applying for a job, so I'm allowed to enter," I told them.

The other one spoke to me, "Ma'am, we're really sorry, but that won't work for us. Sir Jackson strictly instructed us not to let you in under any circumstances. We'll be in trouble if we allow you to enter," he pleaded with me.

I pleaded with the two security guards to let me in. I couldn't afford to give up or step back now. I urgently needed to get close to Jackson to have a chance to speak with him.

Soon, the entrance door of the building swung open, and a man unfamiliar to me emerged. He was wearing glasses and seemed a few years younger than me. He was like some sort of nerdy type of man.

"Let her in. She's one of the company's applicants, so she's allowed to enter," the man told the two security guards.

Though I was hesitant, the guards stepped away from me.

"But Sir Jackson said—"

"Mr. Jackson is now allowing her to enter the building because she's now our applicant," the man interrupted the security guard.

The two security guards had no choice. The man with glasses went back inside first, and he gestured for me to follow. I followed him quietly, and he seemed uninterested in engaging in conversation with me. He was being quiet the whole time.

We headed to the elevator, making our way to the 15th floor, where the CEO's office was located. Upon arrival, we stopped in front of a large door that differed from the typical office entrances.

"Please enter, Mrs. Victoria Davis. I'll leave you here."

I grabbed his arm as he was about to walk away. He paused in his steps, looking at me with curiosity. Despite his gentle demeanor, there was a sense of surprise in his expression.

"Wait, why did you call me by that surname? I'm not a married woman anymore. Did Jackson tell you to call me that?" I asked, puzzled.

"Tell all that to Sir Jackson, not me," he replied, then left me standing in front of the door alone. I hate it knowing that Jackson thought that I was still Mrs. Davis. Well, I can't blame him, because that's what he only knows.

I took a deep breath before gripping the door handle. I was hesitating to enter the door. Am I ready to see Jackson again? I'm not ready to be honest, but I have to.

Slowly, I pushed open the two large doors. As I lifted my gaze, I found Jackson sitting, leaning against his study table, facing away from me. His right hand was in his pocket, and his left held a paper he seemed to be reading. On top of the desk was a nameplate that read, 'Office of the CEO, Mr. Jackson Bianchi.'

"Aren't you planning to close the door?" His voice was cold, like the temperature of the air conditioning in his office.

Startled by his sudden remark, I quickly closed the two doors behind me. He turned to face me, his eyes still fixed on the paper. After a moment, he sat in his swivel chair.

"And why would you think that I'm going to hire you?" he taunted with his question.

Finally, he looked me in the eyes. His gaze was empty. Seeing him like that felt like my heart was being squeezed with immense pain. There he was, right in front of me. However, I couldn't bring myself to approach him. I couldn't hug him. I couldn't say 'I love you' to him anymore. I couldn't claim him as mine. He was now Jackson Bianchi, the CEO and the new owner of this company, and I was just a nobody to him. I was just the woman who left him and broke him into pieces.

Summoning courage, I walked towards him and took a seat in front of his desk. It hurt to see the way he looked at me, as if my presence had no effect on him. At this moment, it felt like I wanted to lose all hope. Does he already have a girlfriend? Yet, I didn't want to delve into his personal life, fearing what I might discover.

"Because I'm the only person fit for the job, and I know you know that very well," I asserted determinedly.

"Leave your documents here, and you can now leave my office. My secretary will call you if I decide to hire you for this job," he said, maintaining his gaze on my eyes.

I slowly placed the folder I'd been holding onto his desk. I didn't stand from my seat. This was my chance to talk to him, and I couldn't let it slip away.

"Jackson, can I talk to you?" I pleaded.

He gave me a death glare. "Learn to respect me. You should address me as Mr. Jackson. You can't call me by my first name, and you have no right to do so. Don't act like we've known each other," he sternly said.

I hid my hand under the desk table. My hands felt icy cold, and my eyes started to well up, but I fought hard to hold back my tears. I don't want to cry now. I needed to be strong.

"Jackson, please. I have a lot to say to you," I pleaded with him.

He avoided looking at me, and his expression remained unchanged. I mustered the courage to touch his hand, but he quickly pulled away his hand before I could touch it, causing my chest to tighten even more with pain.

"We are in my office, so we would only talk about work and nothing about personal things. Now, I want you to leave my office at once," he said, his tone cold.

It felt like there was a lump in my throat. I continued to stare at him, waiting for him to meet my gaze, but he didn't.

He stood up abruptly, forcefully banging his desk with both palms. Placing his hands on the table, he leaned forward, peering sharply into my eyes.

I was almost out of breath due to the rapid pounding of my heart, startled by his unexpected outburst. The tension was palpable, and my lips felt tightly pressed together.

"I will ask you one last time. You'll leave my office on your own, or do you want me to use force on you? What? Are you expecting me to be the same gentleman like before? Let me tell you right now, I'm ruthless right now to anyone, even to a woman like YOU!" he emphasized each word with force.

Unable to hold back my tears any longer, I stared at him. He had become a ruthless and heartless man. But still, I loved him. Nothing changed, even though he treated me like this.

Feeling weak, I stood up from my seat and walked slowly towards the door. I clung to the hope that he would call my name or stop me from leaving his office. However, once I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, I never heard him speak again.

I sat on the floor, leaning against the door of his office, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, I found myself lying on the floor, having accidentally hit my head when the door I was leaning on opened. Jackson's surprised face greeted me as he looked at my condition. I couldn't bring myself to get up because my head was throbbing with pain.

It felt like my head was spinning. I closed my eyes due to the pain. After a moment, I sensed Jackson lifting me up in a bridal style, carrying me in a direction unknown to me.

How I missed having near to him like this so close. His hand on my waist and my legs sent me electricity and made me feel a butterfly in my stomach. In an instant, all the pain I felt just a second ago had gone and was replaced by a comforting feeling.

I stared at his face, which was so close to mine. Slowly, I wrapped my hands around his neck, causing him to momentarily stop walking and look into my face.

"You don't know how to follow orders, and you're still not thinking, woman," he said coldly, then continued walking. He returned his gaze to the direction we were heading.

It seems the bump on my head was worth it because I ended up this close to him, and he was even carrying me. It turns out he still cares about me.