Once a Bully, Now my Lover

Once a. bully , Now my Lover

First Person's Perspective

~Jelanie~

It was the most horrendous night ever. This man kept claiming that he would not give up the bed for me, because he paid for the room

"Last time, I checked. I also paid for the same goddamn room" I retorted. But he wasn't having any of it. "Well then, we should share the bed. I am not about to give up my comfort for such a rude and mannerless lady such as yourself" he fired back

"Well, I am also not about to share the bed with some creepy ass man that I don't know. A man who is not only a jerk, but an asshole too" I shot. He groaned and laid on the couch. Covering his ears with a pillow. " Why are they all the same?" I heard him say but I chose to ignore it. At least, I got the bed and my comfort.

I crashed in and fell asleep immediately. How weird was it that I didn't feel the need to be alert or something. I slept like a baby with no fear in my heart. I woke up the next morning, and he was already gone. I sighed in relief and went about my morning routine and soon left the hotel

"I will give this place a bad review and I will never come back here, ever again" I said to the receptionist on my way out. "But ma'am, we promised to refund your money and try to make up for your bad experience" he tried to reassure me but I brushed him away.

"I do not care about all of those" I responded, and was out in a flash. The sun was just rising, you could see it peeking through the horizon. The breath of fresh air was supposed to make me feel better right? But it didn't

I still felt as annoyed as ever. Neil tried to cheer me up several times, but none of it was working. I was too pissed to care

I made sure to supervise the whole preparation process. I wanted everything to be perfect, there was absolutely no room for the slightest mistake. Soon, it was time. As soon as I walked to the stage. The cheers from all of my happy fans, it was all enough to wash the anger away and I proceeded to have the greatest time of my life

It was fun and blissful. I loved it, everyone else did too and that was all the fulfillment that I needed. "Whew! I am so tired" I said, falling back to a couch behind the stage. "I would get you a cold drink to relax your nerves" Neil offered and I smiled brightly. " That would be great Neil. Thank you"

My cell phone pinged. I reached for my purse to grab it and instead, I pulled out a black shiny card with gold edges. I creased my brows in confusion. I don't remember having any of these. Must have been from the jerk from last night

I then turned it to the front and my world stopped moving and I forgot how to breathe. Blake MacLeod?

That.... That was Blake MacLeod? I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what my next action should be. I didn't know how to feel. In all these years, I never thought that I would ever meet him again. But I just did. I ran into him and didn't even know it

Did he know who I was? Did he know I was going to check in at that hotel? Was he stalking me and planned to do something hurtful to me? A lot of worst case scenarios began to play in my head that I had to shut my eyes for a moment. Take a deep breath and relax

I should not be thinking of any of that at the moment. I should focus on my purpose of coming here. "Neil. This belongs to Blake MacLeod. You should send it back to him" I said and he nodded. The minutes passed by and I tried to occupy my head with other things, but it all just kept drifting back to Blake MacLeod

I had headed back to my hotel suite. Not the first one, obviously and a knock came on the door. It was my assistant. He looked pretty pumped up and happy about something

"You have a letter" Letter? It better not be what I was thinking

~Blake~

The next morning, my eyes fluttered open and I shut them back immediately, then open again, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. I felt pains all over my body as I tried to stretch and instinctively, my eyes landed on the crazy little diva sleeping peacefully on the bed. That was supposed to be my comfort, but she stole it away from me

I had to sleep on a couch which for the record, I was longer than. Imagine that. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. So much for being a gentleman. I'm sure she doesn't even appreciate it. Anyway, I do my morning routine and left for work immediately

I lived on the west coast . But the meeting was scheduled to be at eight in the morning, plus it was very important. My future as the president was at stake here and I needed to do something to save it as fast as possible, which was why I had to be in Toronto yesterday and stay the night. Not how I expected it to go, but it is what it is.

By my watch, it was already minutes past eight and I began to hurry towards the HQ of FitZCulture. Yeah. That was the family brand, we dealt in making sports wear and shoes for athletes

I got to the building at exactly eight thirty. My pace quickened as I rushed towards the elevator. Dad would be really pissed that I had kept him and all the other board of directors waiting. He had been looking for an opportunity to discard me and I was giving him one by doing this.

I finally got to the last and main floor and my goodness! I could not find my key card. I searched and searched but it just seemed to have disappeared. Or maybe I had forgotten it at the hotel

I did get into the room. But it was already Eight fifty three. My dad had a very stern look on his face as he stared at me

"Fifty three Minutes" He stated and I bent my head downwards a little. "Fifty three minutes is how long you've kept us all waiting," he continued. I tried to apologize, but he wasn't ready to listen

After a lot of trash talking and humiliation. We finally got to the point of the meeting. Our sales were reducing drastically. And that happened when I took office as president. I don't know what I was doing wrong, but all my efforts just kept going to waste and we were making little to no progress in the company.

My dad was already filling me in with threats and comparison. The things I hated most. I was determined to prove to him that I was not a failure and that I could change the company's dire situation.

I came up with the proposal that we got a superstar to be the ambassador of our brand. That way, more people would find out about us and we would also get more investors. They all liked the idea and thought it was smart. For once in my life, I actually felt useful in the eyes of my father

"So who is this celebrity superstar, you think should be our brand ambassador?" Dad asked and I cleared my throat

"Well, there's this one actress. Her name is Cindy Camacho. She's very popular and influential. I was hoping that she would be a good choice" I suggested and he nodded. "That's impressive. I never thought anything good could come out of you, but here you are, proving me slightly wrong" you might perceive that as an insult. But to me it was the greatest compliment and I grinned widely

"Well, Cindy Camacho is certainly beautiful and popular, but I think the trending celebrity right now is JayJay. The singer. She's in her prime. I think she would be a better choice" A member of the board of directors suggested and the rest nodded in agreement. I was confused as I didn't know who this JayJay was. If she was truly hot as they said, then why haven't I ever heard of her?

As though they could hear my thoughts. "You're not a music person Blake. Of course you wouldn't know her. But I assure you. She's the real deal now. We need to secure a contract with her before our competitors do so" another one of them said and I nodded

"Alright, I would look her up and update you all on whom I decided" I said and dad chuckled

"No Blake. You would sign a contract with this JayJay girl. That's our ambassador" he said in a firm voice and I could only nod after a deep sigh

I hear they say, it would be difficult as she is really selective of the people she mingles with. But I am determined and I will get her to sign it

"What! This is the girl?" I yelled at the top of my voice when my PA put a photo of JayJay in front of me. This is the crazy diva from last night.

"f**k!" I muttered, running my hands through my hair. There's no way she's going to accept this offer. She hates me, and honestly, the feeling is mutual

But, I refuse to be deterred. So I asked my PA to send an email to her team. Let's hope she gets swayed by the money and doesn't give me problems