The Boss in New York

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

"Josh, you're a Johnson?" I asked in shock.

He silently nodded.

I gasped. "Why didn't you tell me, you moron?” I laughed

He ran a hand across his hair. “I liked the suspense,” he shrugged.

I sighed. “You owe me an explanation. You lied to me after all this time!”

I looked around and saw a few people staring. I walked towards the bathroom where it is completely isolated and heard his footsteps behind me.

I turned around and faced him and he looked really pale.

"Talk," I said.

"I'm very sorry, Kris. I didn't want to lie to you intentionally - "

"So why did you?" I but in.

"- I didn't want to lie to you," He said defeatedly.

I shook my head at him. "So why did you?" I asked him. “I mean, you’re a Johnson! All this time I’ve been complaining to you about your brother and making a huge fool out of myself.”

"Because I was attached to you when I first saw you," He reasoned. “And also, you telling me about how s**t my brother is just boosted up my ego a little bit,” he shyly said.

I cannot believe this guy.

"If you were attached to me you wouldn't have lied," I sighed.

"Kristine, I'm sorry! Please, give me a chance. Give us a chance," He said softly.

I looked at him in disbelief. "I'm sorry, Josh. But I’m still trying to gather as to why you lied to me. Did you really think I was like everyone else? Just after your empire?"

His face dropped.

I sighed. I groaned. "Fine, I'll think about it."

His face lightened up.

"But don't get your hopes up. I hate liars, for one," I said.

He nodded. "I understand. At least please think about it. Take it in for consideration."

I nodded and went back to the party, not wanting to be near him. I don't understand how I just forgave him - in a way. Usually, I wouldn't forgive people that easily but there's something about him that interests me. I just don't know what it is and what I'm feeling.

‘You’re so dramatic,’ my conscious told me. I rolled my eyes.

"There you are," A familiar masculine voice said from behind me.

I nodded. "A yes, here I am," I said awkwardly. “What can I do for you, Mr Johnson?”

"Please, call me Brendan," He said with a dashing smile.

I felt my knees weaken. What was that all about?

I nodded with a sly smile. "Okay then, Brendan."

He grinned. "Have I ever told you that you look beautiful tonight?"

"Thank you." I blushed and looked away.

"Don't look away," He playfully growled in my ear. He cupped my chin and made me look at his dreamy blue eyes. "I love it when you flush."

That sentence even made me blush even more. Why was he nice all of a sudden?

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked softly.

I nodded, not trusting my own words and voice. He lead me to the center of the room where couples and friends united and danced to the slow beat. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly moving side to side as we move to the rhythm of the song.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked quietly, inhaling his masculine scent of his expensive aftershave.

He gave me a confused look. "What exactly is 'this'?" He asked.

I turned and looked around at my surroundings, trying to explain why on earth he's being so nice to me. Then realization struck me hard. There were cameras flashing, people gossiping, and smiling. Everyone looked happy. But I knew it was all for show. To get publicity.

I felt so foolish. So this is all for publicity?

I lost my composure and I just walked away without saying a word and out of the event. Luckily, there were no cameras.

I tried to hail a cab with no such luck. Tears fell uncontrollably on my cheeks. I have no idea why I'm crying but I feel ripped off. I feel so stupid! I don't even think that that's the right word to describe what I'm feeling!

"Dammit, why are no taxis stopping?" I groaned, wiping my tears away.

"Kirsty!" He yelled out from behind me.

"It's KRISTINE!" I yelled out, agitated. "When are you ever going to get my name right?"

He stood there in silence with an amused expression. How in the world is he finding this so amusing?

"It's not a hard name, you know," I said silently, frowning.

His expressions softened and came closer to me. "I know but - "

" - But what?" I cut in quickly. "But you find my anger so amusing? That you find everything so amusing because you're a little rich brat who can get whatever he wants? News flash, Brendan, not everyone is rich. The world doesn't surround you," I spat.

He stayed silent. "I never knew - "

" - Oh don't start that crap. The reason you don't care is because you don't give a s**t about anything except yourself. Admit it, I'm correct."

Thankfully, a cab stopped on the side. "Are you coming in?"

I nodded. "Just a second."

"Kristine, look, I'm really - " He started.

I put my hands up to stop him. I didn't need him, nor is his excuses. "Just don't, Brendan. Stop making yourself look worse. I quit," I breathed out shakily.

I cannot believe I just quit my job and it's all because of my boss. Ironic, right?

"Please, for future references, be much more nicer," I begged and left him standing there on the footpath while I went in the cab, tears spilling all over my face and not caring about the make up I'm wearing.

I cried and cried. I cannot believe that this guy has this amount of effect on me. Why am I crying again?