Chapter 7 | Who Knew You Hit Like A Girl
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"What are you doing in my car Jones!" I exclaim as my heart was still beating rapidly in my chest from his sudden appearance.
Killian struggles to get into the front seat next to me, after god knows what of struggling he finally sets into the seat.
"I was worried about you, your lunch break ended like 15 minutes ago Swan." he says, "Oh and next time don't scream in my ear." He groans, rubbing his ears.
I ignore his last comment, rolling my eyes, "So that gives you the right to break into my car and watch me!" I exclaim, sending a hit towards the back of his head.
Killian rubs the back of his head, "Ouch Swan, who knew you hit like a girl."
"Because I am one!" I lifted my hand to hit his head again, but he was quick, he stopped my hand mid-half way in the air.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you." His minty breath hunched close to my face, making it hard for me to breathe. His dazzling eyes pierced into my green ones, as he let's go of my hand, "I am your boss by the way, don't forget that."
I held back my rant of profanities to myself, he was really pushing it. Him stalking me again gives me chills. I should just not uttered a word.
Settling into my seat, I bulked my seat and put the keys into the engine as it roared to life, I turn to look at Killian. I notice his seat belt wasn't bulked, I clear my throat as he furrow his eyebrows.
My eyes look at him then at his seat belt, not saying a word to him.
He notice what I meant as he bulked his seat belt, "You know, actually talking to me would have been much easier."
Ignoring his comment, I back the car up and pulled out of the parking lot to head back to work.
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Typing away on to my computer in my office; my office phone ringed. I picked it up to answer.
"Hello Miss. Swan speaking." I spoke against the phone.
"Swan could you please go downstairs to the copy room to copy some paper work from me." Mr. Jones replied into the phone.
"Sure thing." I end the phone call to go into the copy room.
I walked in to the copy room, with a folder already set on the table with a sticky note says, Miss. Swan must copy.
I took the folder following the directions that was also left into it, as I started to copy many of the papers, being extra careful not to get a paper cut. Because getting a paper cut gives me the chills, it's the worst little thing to have. Just thinking of it make me shiver down my spine.
After copying fifty sheets of the papers, I set them into folders organizing them first, after I was done I left the room into the elevator to bring them to Killian.
I knocked on Mr. Jones office door waiting for a reply. As no reply was announced I opened the door, to view a empty room. Where did he go?
I sigh as shut his door and I walked towards my office, I'll just give him the paper work whenever he gets back.
Opening my office door, my eyes widen who I was seeing, there was Killian, in my office chair on my computer doing god knows what.
"What the hell!" I sped walk to my desk glaring at him, "What are you doing in my office!" I snarled, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Doing research." He says like it's the simplest thing, leaning back into the chair.
My eyes got a glimpse of my bottom drawer, only to see it was opened, and not locked. It was never open since three years ago, what is it doing open— of course it always have to lend to Killian. That drawer was extremely private, it held my past, a terrible past.
"Why is this drawer opened?" I say harsh, "More importantly why is it not locked."
He scratches the back of his head, "I don't know, it was already opened?" He says more like a question, god he's a terrible liar. Then Killian began to chuckle all of a sudden, what's so funny?
I slam the drawer shut, "What's so funny?" I glare at him.
"Nothing, anyone tell you, you're cute when you get mad."
I roll my eyes, "Stop flirting and answer my question Killian." I narrow my eyes towards him.
"I was trying to get to know you more."
"That's a stupid excuse Jones, if you wanted to get to know me then you could have just asked."
He stood up, "That's the point Swan, if I would have asked you wouldn't have told me because you're super anti-social and you tend to push people away, you are afraid of doing the simplest things." I looked into his eyes, frowning. How could he just assume that about me, you can't talk to people like that, that's when I got angry, anger spun on me.
I just couldn't take it anymore, the stalking, him treating like I'm a lower-class, and judging me by my cover. Oh and don't forget the flirting, which is so unprofessional.
"You know what Jones, I quit!" I yell, "I quit! I quit! I quit! I can't take it anymore with you and your ego, you treat people like they are dirt, you stalk people instead of getting to know them, which is illegal by that way. You continually hit on me, which is so inappropriate. You don't give a damn about anything, just yourself." I sneered. "And I sense you really don't like me, making me seem like I did something wrong, when in reality, you're in the wrong, plus you think you can control me, but guess what you can never think that ever again because I'm out of here!"
I grabbed my purse and ran out of my office with tears in my eyes.
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