My Boss My Ex

Episode 2

Ayla's fingers hovered over the screen, debating her next move. She wasn't about to let him dictate her schedule. "I'll try to fit you in," she typed, injecting a healthy dose of sarcasm into the message.

She hit send and immediately regretted it. Why was she playing along? This was her boss, after all.

Her phone buzzed again. "I'll send a car for you. 8 PM sharp. -Z"

Ayla's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't giving her an option, was he? She tossed her phone onto the desk, frustration simmering in her veins.

Just then, Sofia poked her head into the office. "Hey, want to grab some chai with me?"

Ayla forced a smile. "Yeah, sounds perfect.They headed to the office café, chatting about everything except Zayn. Ayla needed a break from the tension, and Sofia's bubbly personality was just the distraction she needed.

As they sipped their chai, Ayla's phone buzzed on the table. Sofia's eyes landed on the screen, widening slightly. "Is that...?"

Ayla quickly grabbed her phone, silencing it. "Just work stuff. Ignore it."

Sofia raised an eyebrow but dropped it. "Alright, girl. Spill the tea later, yeah?"

Ayla smiled, feeling grateful for the reprieve. "Definitely."

As they headed back to their desks, Ayla couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to get a whole lot more complicated. The rest of the day flew by in a blur of meetings and paperwork. Ayla was starting to wrap things up when Sofia popped into her office, a mischievous glare in her eyes.

"So, spill. What's going on with Zayn?"

Ayla sighed, knowing she couldn't dodge the question. "We have a...history. And now he's my boss."

Sofia's eyes widened. "Ooh, drama! What happened between you two?"

Ayla hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But Sofia's curious expression put her at ease. "We dated, a few years ago. It ended badly."

Sofia nodded knowingly. "And now he's acting all bossy?"

Ayla rolled her eyes. "You have no idea."

Just then, Ayla's phone buzzed again. She glanced at the screen – Zayn's name flashed on the display. "Speak of the devil..."

Sofia giggled and made a hasty exit. "I'll leave you to it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Ayla sighed, answering the call. "Zayn, what is it?"

His voice was smooth, like honey. "Just checking if you're ready for tomorrow night. Don't forget, 8 PM sharp."

Ayla's grip on the phone tightened. "I'm not a child, Zayn. I can manage my schedule."

He chuckled, low and husky. "I'm aware, Ayla. But I'd hate for you to be late."

The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. She pushed the feeling aside. "I'll be there."

As she hung up, Ayla felt a flutter in her chest. What was she getting herself into? The phone slipped from Ayla's fingers, landing softly on the desk. She leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

Why was Zayn doing this? Was he trying to prove a point, or did he really need to discuss work? The questions swirled in her mind, but one thing was certain – she wouldn't let him get the upper hand.

With a newfound determination, Ayla straightened up and began packing her things. It was time to call it a day. As she shut down her computer, her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Rachel's message: "Spill the beans, girl! What's going on?"

Ayla smiled, feeling a sense of relief. Time to catch up with Rach and get some much-needed advice. Ayla quickly typed out a response to Rachel: "You won't believe who I ran into today... Zayn Mitchell. And guess what? He's my new boss 😱"

She hit send and grabbed her bag, heading out of the office. The evening air was crisp and cool as she walked to the parking lot, phone buzzing again.

Rachel's message popped up: "WHAT?! Spill EVERYTHING. Coffee tomorrow?"

Ayla smiled, feeling a sense of excitement. "Definitely. I'll fill you in on all the greeh 😘"

As she slid into her car, Ayla's thoughts drifted back to Zayn. What was he playing at? She shook her head, starting the engine. Time to focus on the night ahead – and getting Zayn Mitchell out of her system 😏Ayla drove home on autopilot, her mind stuck on Zayn and the dinner meeting tomorrow night. She wasn't sure what to expect, but one thing was certain – she wouldn't let her guard down.

As she pulled into her apartment complex, her phone buzzed again. She glanced at the screen – an unfamiliar number. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was a message from Zayn: "Looking forward to tomorrow night. Don't dress casual."

Ayla's eyes rolled automatically. Who did he think he was, sending her dress codes? She typed out a snappy response: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

She hit send and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, a smile creeping onto her face. This was going to be interesting 😏Ayla stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her hair. Her mind was still spinning with thoughts of Zayn and the dinner meeting. What was he planning? She slipped into her comfiest PJs and grabbed a snack from the kitchen.

As she settled onto the couch, her phone buzzed. Zayn's name flashed on the screen again. 😏 She hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Ayla," she said, trying to sound casual.

"Ayla, it's Zayn. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

His voice sent a shiver down her spine. "What do you want, Zayn?"

"I wanted to discuss the Henderson account. Make sure you're prepared for tomorrow."

Ayla raised an eyebrow. "You couldn't have sent an email?"

There was a pause, and for a moment, she thought she'd overstepped. "I wanted to hear your voice," he said finally, his tone low and smooth.

Ayla's heart skipped a beat. What game was he playing?Ayla's grip on the phone tightened. "Zayn, stop it. We're not doing this."

"Doing what?" he asked, his voice dripping with innocence.

"You know exactly what," Ayla said, her tone firm. "Let's keep this professional, okay?"

Zayn chuckled, low and husky. "Alright, Ayla. I'll behave. For now."

The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. Ayla pulled the phone away from her ear, taking a deep breath.

"Goodnight, Zayn," she said, her voice steady.

"Goodnight, Ayla," he replied, his tone soft. 😏Ayla ended the call and tossed her phone onto the couch, feeling a mix of frustration and anticipation. What was Zayn playing at? She knew she needed to get her head straight before tomorrow night.

She grabbed a notebook and started jotting down points for the Henderson account, trying to focus on work. But her mind kept drifting back to Zayn's smirking face.

Suddenly, her doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Ayla frowned – who could that be at this hour? She peeked through the peephole and her eyes widened. It was Zayn.Ayla's heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here? She took a deep breath and opened the door, trying to look composed.

Zayn stood in the hallway, a charming smile on his face. "Forgot to give you these," he said, holding up a folder.

Ayla's eyes narrowed. "You could've sent them with a courier."

He shrugged, stepping into her apartment. "Wanted to make sure they reached you safely."

Ayla felt a flutter in her chest as he handed her the folder. Their fingers touched, sending a spark through her. She pulled back quickly, trying to regain her composure.

"I'll review these," she said, holding up the folder.

Zayn's gaze lingered on her face. "Looking forward to tomorrow, Ayla."

As he turned to leave, Ayla felt a rush of annoyance. "Zayn?"

"Yes?" he said, turning back.

"Don't show up at my place again."

He smiled, his eyes glinning with amusement. "I'll try my best . Ayla watched as Zayn walked away, the sound of his laughter echoing in her mind. She shut the door, leaning against it with a mix of frustration and excitement.

What was he trying to do to her? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Time to focus on work – and getting Zayn out of her head.

She settled onto the couch, opening the folder he had brought. Inside, she found documents related to the Henderson account, along with a note: "Dinner tomorrow. Be ready."

Ayla rolled her eyes. Like she needed reminding 😏. She tossed the note aside and started reviewing the documents, determined to be prepared for whatever Zayn had planned.The hours ticked by as Ayla immersed herself in work, determined to distract herself from Zayn's unexpected visit. The documents required her full attention, and she was grateful for the challenge.

As the clock struck midnight, Ayla finally closed her laptop, feeling a sense of accomplishment. She'd be ready for tomorrow – and for Zayn.

She slipped into bed, exhaustion creeping in. But as she drifted off to sleep, her mind lingered on Zayn's smirking face and the way he'd shown up at her doorstep.