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could feel it no matter how he’d hide it in his cool facade. There was something in his eyes, whenever I’d catch him staring at me. Like anger and sometimes hurt? But, why? I got quite confused. I was the one who got dumped like a slut, wasn't I? Shouldn’t I be the one getting angry here, right? I sighed and debated if I should send him a message to remind him for his four o'clock meeting or not. It was just one o'clock so I’d have plenty of time to think if I should or shouldn’t. Maybe I'd just say I didn't have his number which was lame since Mrs. Smith wrote everything I needed to know that would include his personal number, home address, etc.

Ugh! I'll think of an excuse later...

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I stirred up; feeling something rough was touching my face. I slowly opened the heavy lids of my eyes and saw that someone was leaning close to me. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again to clear my foggy vision and my eyes widened to see Xander so close to me. Impulsively, I jumped off my chair and accidentally hit his face with my head, particularly his nose.

"Awww! What the heck, Abigail!" He hissed while covering his bloody nose.

"Oh, shit! Your nose is frigging bleeding!" I said in a panic, not knowing what to do.

"You hit it with your friggin' head, of course, it's f*ckin' bleeding! I think you broke my nose!" He spat angrily while glaring at me, who was walking back and forth in the office like some lunatic. "What the hell! Can you stop pacing around and grab me a Goddamn tissue?!"

"Huh? Tissue?" I asked like a retard and gazed at him in confusion.

"Are you an idiot?! Get me some f*ckin' tissue!" He shouted, looking exasperated while trying to stop his nose from bleeding.

"Oh! Yeah... Right!" I looked for the tissue in the drawer of my desk but there was none. I forgot that I didn't bring any except for the spices from Eloise's kitchen cupboard. I hadn't thought of staying for long in his company so I didn't bother bringing some. I peeked at the reception if Sally was there, but the reception desk was empty. It seemed everyone had gone home. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was already past six o'clock. Of course, everyone had gone home. It was already late. I had slept for hours and no one woke me up. I wondered who assisted him during his meeting. Well, that was something I had no interest about. I faced him again with a crooked smile. "Um, I don't have a tissue," I whispered.

"What kind of secretary are you?!" He roared and marched into his office.

"That's why you should just fire me, jerk!" I screamed back.

"Dream on!" I heard him spat while rummaging something in his drawer. "Shit! Where the hell are the tissues and my Goddamn handkerchief!" He growled and looking pissed. I kinda pity him and then an idea came. I went in his office and grabbed his arm, lightly pushing him to sit on his chair.

"Leave me alone,” he grumbled and stared at me darkly.

"Shut up and stay still." I removed his hand that was covering his nose, then I raised the tampons I took from my bag. Luckily I had brought some since my period was just around the corner. Glad to be prepared. I smiled widely when I saw his expression of horror.

"What the f*ck is that?!" He looked really furious. I stifled a laugh and plastered a serious face.

"You've been cursing me a lot, Mr. Hamilton. Watch your language,” I taunted, copying his words. I grinned as I saw him frowned. "Now be a good boy and stay still. I'm gonna put these in your nose so it'll stop bleeding, OK? As you see, this is a tampon." I informed him like I was a teacher instructing a kid while wagging one of the tampons by its string in front of his face.

"I know it's a Goddamn tampon! I asked what are you gonna do with them?!" He asked again, obviously my words didn't process well in his brain. I laughed at his obvious frustration.

"Are you an idiot?  Xander, honey, I've never thought of you as a dumb guy," I said smugly.

"Are you really trying to piss me off?" He glared daggers at me.

"I thought you already knew," I smirked and he scowled at me. I ignored him and grabbed his chin up. "Anyway, don't be such a baby. These will help stop the bleeding," I said and swiftly pushed the tampons in his bloody nostrils a little too harsh.

"Aww!"

"There. Now my conscience is clear," I said and went back to my office. I gathered my stuffs and went to the door to go home.

"Abigail!" He called out and I rolled my eyes again before turning my heels toward his office.

"Yes? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Are you dying?" I mocked, feeling my frustration building. The guy just wouldn't leave me alone.

"Drive me home," he ordered coolly ignoring my sarcastic remark.

"What? I hit your nose not your head, right? I'm your secretary and not your frigging driver," I grumbled, feeling my irritation growing.

"I can't drive since you broke my nose," he complained like a spoiled rotten brat, looking kinda hilarious with the tampons in his nose. If our situation was normal I might roll on the floor and laugh about his lame excuse. He can't drive because I broke his nose? Is his nose the one driving the car? What a stupid, ridiculous thing to say, I thought to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Then call your driver or do you want me to call?"

"I don't have a driver."

"What?! You're a f*cking CEO and you don't have a driver?" I asked, incredulously.

"Your language,” he warned.

"I'll curse whenever I want. Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do! And you! You curse like it's a prayer too, so don't lecture me about what comes out of my mouth," I hissed venomously.

He sighed before he spoke again. "I don't like having a driver and If I'd known that you're gonna injure me today I should have hired a driver or better a 24/7 doctor or a bodyguard since you look like you're always plotting an evil plan on how to kill me," he accused, but he had a smirk on his face. A giggle escaped my mouth before I could even stop myself. I cleared my throat and spoke again.

"Just take a cab. I'll call now."

"How cruel. You broke my nose, but you wouldn't even give me a ride? Don't you have any conscience?" My ears burned hearing him say the word conscience. I wanted to spit that word in his face. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to ask him if he even had a tiny bit of conscience when he left me without a word eleven years ago. He didn't even have the decency to properly dump me. He could've said; Abby, let's break up. I don't like you anymore or Abby, thanks for giving your virginity, let's break up. But I wouldn't give him more satisfaction of knowing how hurt I was because of what he did.

"Who told you to startle me in my sleep anyway? So, it's not my fault in the first place."

"If you should know, I've been considerate with you. I had a meeting which you should have reminded me. It's a good thing that I got back before the schedule. I didn't scold you and even didn't bother your sleep since you look dead tired. You were even drooling on your desk—"

"No, I did not!" I objected harshly and I was awarded by his hearty laughter. I shook my head as it was getting clouded by his stupid mere laugh. This man was dangerous since I couldn't keep calm and think straight whenever I was with him.

"Anyway, Sally took the responsibility to facilitate the meeting, which was your job, by the way. I think Sally deserves to have your salary since I notice she's been doing most of your job."

"Then you could've woken me up earlier."

"I didn't have the heart to wake you up since you were sleeping soundly. I even heard you snore,” he jested, smirking.

"Yeah.. You don't have the heart.." I whispered to myself inaudibly.

"What?"

"I said I don't snore."

"If you say so. Anyway, just give me a damn ride and there will be no nonsense arguments,” he said arrogantly.

"Fine! But give me my frigging tampons back!" I hissed and pulled the strings a little too forcefully and marched out of the office.

"Shit! One of these days, I'm really gonna file a lawsuit against you, Ms. Wilson." I heard him complained and I annoyingly turned around and glared at him impassively.

"Sue for what?" I asked while putting both of my hands on my hips.

"For physical injuries and attempted murder,” he said with his signature smirk.

"Ha! I guess I should plan how to murder you in an accurate manner from now on so you can't sue me, right Mr. Hamilton?" I smiled at him wickedly and he just chuckled in response. "Hurry up. We'll use my car," I said and walked out.

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I turned on the stereo of my car and drive quietly to his home at Holmby Hills in Bel-Air. It would take about thirty minutes by driving from Central Avenue to there. I changed the channel when the song, I don't wanna miss a thing, played on. It was a song which Xander sang to me on my fifteenth birthday. It was a shitty memory and probably he had forgotten about it already. I made a quick glance at him and saw him looking at me with a weird look.

"What?" I uttered, and looked away. My brow furrowed when the next song that played next was, Teardrops on my guitar by Talyor Swift. I just turned off the stereo. That song was not bad, but it was ironically taunting my broken heart.

"Are you an anti-love song?" He asked seriously afterward, but I could tell that he was smiling.

"No. I just don't like the songs that are playing right now," I replied curtly without glancing at him.

"Someone broke your heart?" He asked softly and my head whisked harshly to glare at him. Is he mocking me?!

"Yeah. I suppose you knew?" I said sarcastically and briefly I saw the hurt in his eyes appeared, too brief that I couldn't be sure if I'd really seen it. I just shrugged off the stupid idea and focused on my driving, then I remember his broken nose. "Anyway, don't you wanna go to a hospital? If I really did break your nose, you should see a doctor." I winced as I heard my worried voice. I glanced at him again and he was staring at me intently. Shit! Now, he's gonna think I'm still into him. I shook my head. But you are still into him, right Abby? My annoying subconscious interjected. My brow wrinkled even more just by that thought.

"No. I'm alright. I think your head wasn't that thick to break my nose," he jested, but I didn't feel the humor in it. He sounded strange so I kept my mouth shut and we drove to his home in an awkward silence. I was thankful when we finally arrived at the front of his place, but got so stunned to see his breathtaking house. It was a contemporary three-level, glass-encased compound that boasted panoramic views of the Hollywood Hills, framed on all sides by mature trees and greenery.

"Let's get inside," he said coolly while grabbing his Armani black leather briefcase and went out of the car. I ignored him and started my car, but he leaned his head in the open passenger seat. "I said let's get in. Are you deaf?" He gave me a serious look. What's this wicked guy cooking? I eyed him surreptitiously.

"Do you want me to hit your

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