Don't make me angry
1611 Words
It was over, she must have never had a man and was going crazy with loneliness.
Haley James forced her body to endure the discomfort, walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, changed her clothes, and went out with her drawing board drawing paper and bag.
She is a third-rate girl cartoonist, usually works more freely, can create at home or go to the company. She always likes to stay at home to write and draw, but today she must go out.
Because she was afraid that if she stayed at home any longer, she might have a few more spring dreams ......
Walking into the office, Hayley James heard a large chorus of women screaming -
“Oh my god, Alexander Taylor is so handsome and sexy, I want to break through the screen and pounce on him!”
“I heard he built a castle to live in our S city, castle ah ......”
“Hey, hey, fancy women, all wake up a bit, he is Alexander Taylor, Alexander Taylor! Does he know how many times around the world he makes money?”
Alexander Taylor.
There's that name again.
Hayley James scratched her hair and headed inside.
She saw several of her female coworkers standing in front of the TV screen, swooning, while her male coworkers spat acidly from the sidelines.
She stood behind everyone and scanned up to the screen which was showing the news.
On the screen, Alexander Taylor was walking out of the building, bodyguards like a forest, blocking all the reporters, as Alexander Taylor stepped into the limited edition car driving with no expression on his face.
Before sitting in the car, Alexander Taylor suddenly swept a glance toward the camera, the dark pupils are clear and unmistakable, the gaze is deep, the penetration of the high and unbeatable can not be hidden, as if it is devouring something ......
These eyes, and the dream when he pushed her eyes down, seemed like something.
Vicious, like he wanted to dismantle her alive and devour her right there.
His hot skin pressed against her, the sexy curve of his jaw swaying in front of her eyes, his fiery kisses falling over every part of her face, his searing voice ringing in her ears, “This is the negative distance between a man and a woman, woman, get it?”
The temperature in that luxurious room was frighteningly high when he said that, and his firm chest pressed against her so tightly that it was about to make her melt.
Thinking back to the details of her dream, Hayley James's face immediately burned, her heart beating so fast it almost jumped out of her throat.
Not daring to look away, Hayley James rushed back to her work seat, the temperature on her face unable to fade as she took out her pen and drew randomly on a piece of paper, her mind in turmoil, her heart beating so erratically that she didn't know what the hell she was drawing with her pen.
No way.
It wouldn't do for her to go on like this.
How lonely was a woman to have such real dreams about men who only lived in the news ...... It wasn't a good sign.
She had to fall in love.
But her house is used to a moment on where to find a man to fall in love?
Right, blind date!
She can go on a blind date, so that she can get rid of the ridiculous dreams brought by loneliness.
After that, Haley James went on a blind date for a whole week, running down the blind date road at the rate of at least two a day.
She was sick to her stomach.
That day, after participating in an eight-minute dating love activities, Hayley James is too tired to run to a sweat shop ready to relax.
In the bathroom of the sweat shop, Hayley James had taken a shower and had just changed into a short-sleeved sweat suit when she heard a shrill yell coming from -
“Hey, is there a problem? This is the women's bathroom!”
Haley James poked her head out in surprise, and was shocked at the sight.
Only to see the smoking hot women's bathroom door rush into a dozen men in suits and sunglasses, frightening the female guests who were taking a shower in the bathroom hall, screaming frequently and running to find clothes to cover themselves.
Hayley James, who, as a fairly undisguised dresser, walked out at the sight and frowned, looking at the men in disgust, “Who are you people? Please get out.”
How could the staff of the sweatshop let them into the women's bathroom?
Upon hearing this, the men immediately gathered all of their gazes at her, a fierce face under their sunglasses.
“Miss Haley, Mr. Alexander wants to see you.”
Surprisingly, the men did not speak ill of her, but bowed 90 degrees respectfully.
“What?”
Hayley James was stunned.
What did that mean? Were those men coming for her?
The next second, accompanied by screams of fearful excitement from the female guests, men in black suits stood in two rows, parting their way as the bathroom door was pushed open and a tall, straight young man stepped in from outside.
Nearly five-foot-nine, the straight lines of his gray, dark-printed trench coat properly framed his excellent figure, his stride slightly sedate, calm and reserved.
His face under his short, broken hair was handsome to perfection, not a flaw to be found, and his eyes were slightly raised, sweeping contemptuously toward Hayley James with an indefinable taste of disdain, his hands and feet raised with a sense of superiority.
Alexander Taylor.
He was Alexander Taylor.
As soon as he appeared, the shrieks of the female guests died down instantly, and the silence was reduced to the sound of water spraying down from the shower in the bathroom hall, and a few inexplicable whispers of amazement ......
The man in front of her was brilliant enough to make anyone ashamed of themselves. Hayley James was in no mood to admire his handsomeness.
Her face was a ghastly white, and she looked at Alexander Taylor in stunned disbelief, as if struck by lightning.
By that moment, if she hadn't reacted, she was truly an i***t.
It wasn't a dream.
Everything was real.
A week ago, that luxurious room with the vertigo-inducing temperature, that man pressed against her ...... everything, all of it, was real.
From the time she realized her discomfort that morning, she had sensed a hint of something wrong, but she preferred to deceive herself that it was just a dream ......
“Bang-”
Hayley James sat paralyzed on the ground, her face bloodless.
She was being strong.
Realizing this, Hayley James had an indescribable shock. How could this be ......
However, after forcing her, he who should obviously have a guilty conscience, why could he still reappear in such a calm manner?
Alexander Taylor stood there, lowered his eyes and coldly watched the change of expression on her face, the corner of his lips slightly hooked, with disgust, ridicule, and then, he slowly erected his right hand, made a simple movement, opened his mouth and ordered, “Here, I only need this woman in.”
The emperor generally gave orders.
“Yes, Mr. Alexander!”
The bodyguards bowed their heads, then grabbed the female guests whose clothes were not yet ready to be worn and dragged them out, moving so swiftly that the female guests screamed again. This time, it was by genuine fright.
But within less than a minute, the huge women's bathroom was quiet again.
Everyone backed out.
Only Hayley James, who sat paralyzed on the floor, and Alexander Taylor, who stood languidly, remained.
Alexander Taylor was in no hurry, just scornfully looking at Hayley James like a battered puppy, with quite a hint of enjoyable cruelty on his handsome face.
After a few minutes, Hayley James regained a trace of lucidity and rose from the floor, heading out the door with a numb, dull look on her face.
She was going to leave.
She needed to get out of here, the powerful aura of Alexander Taylor along with the embarrassing memories were weighing her down, and she needed to sober up ......
As she brushed past Alexander Taylor, Alexander Taylor's gaze flickered, and as soon as she reached out and grabbed her arm tightly in the crook of her arm.
Anger colored his voice, “Hayley James, do you think you can walk out of here without saying anything?”
Joke.
What did this woman think he, Alexander Taylor, was, air?
His fingers tightened against her skin, and Hayley James' body heaved as a scene from her fall a week ago came back to her.
So clear ......
And so shameful at the same time.
She forced herself to say, “Mr. Alexander, I don't think it's appropriate for us to talk here, but to confront each other in court.”
After all, he had forced himself on her.
“Court?” Alexander Taylor looked at her sideways and said, “A battle for the son? Firstly, I, Alexander Taylor, will not go to court for a woman like you; secondly, if you really do this, you won't live long enough to walk into court.”
What do you mean, a woman like her ......
The battle for her son?
Hayley James remembered that time when he was just mouthing off about her handing over some child she had three years ago, inexplicably.
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