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“I’m not doing any work today. I have other important things to do than breastfeeding you breakfast. xx”

Mark walked into his office with a note and empty paper take-out containers on his wooden desk.

It took him everything to not toss the containers against the wall and send you on your way back to unemployment. Well, technically you did have a job. A job that were able to afford you a 3 million dollars Bugatti in less than two years. Anyhow, you’re going to stuck in here until he said otherwise. He didn’t like people enjoy what’s his, those desperate eyes when you’re on the racing tracks. Everyone wanted you, including him. That’s undoubted.

Despite of your job being Mark’s PA, he never saw you at your desk. Literally never. He had called you by the telephone for the eighth time and the other side was dead the whole time. Walking out of his office, his eyes raked around to find you. A scowl plastered on his face as he spotted you at the copy machine. You were engrossed in a conversation, with a male employee.

Mark stalked out toward you, clutching the poor plastic folder in his hand.

“Y/N…” He snapped his fingers twice, like you were his pet.

You swiveled your head, giving him your unimpressed look, before resuming your conversation with the guy. At this point, he was completely mute and nervously darted his eyes at Mark.

“If you’re not in my office in sixty seconds, I’ll just assume you’ve resigned,” Mark said easily and you infuriatingly twisted your head again. “Gladly.”

Ignoring the bad mannerism, he turned around and stormed back to his office. The corner of his mouth twitched as he heard footsteps behind him after ten seconds. As he stepped inside the wide room, a subsequently loud banging noise the door echoed into the wall.

“What the hell?”

“Arrange a meeting at 3.” He threw the folder at you carelessly which you caught in your hands with a grimace on your face.

“And I remind you,” he continued, “I’ve worked with everything in me to reach what I’ve got today. I’ll be damned if something as foolish and careless as an office fling will stain the reputation of this company.”

He turned back to his computer and resumed working, ignoring the fact you were still there, your eyes on him, looking like you were about to stab a stapler into his chest. A grin tickled his mouth, but he didn’t let it loose. You were here, you were angry, and you were going to do what he said until he let you go.

Those were the simple facts.

And he was going to **** you at some point.

This was an assumption, but he was rarely wrong.

“And make us a dinner reservation at Gramercy Tavern.” Mark added, ignoring your dark face.

“Us? I’ll need the other person’s name.” You tapped on your phone to take note.

“The other person is you.” His voice was flat.

Your eyes arrowed from the screen to Mark, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” You glowered at him.

Besides the occasional dinners with your and his family, you never hang out with Mark. His presence irritated you that you felt the urge to poke your eyes blind with your fingers every time you see his hands—goddamn ugly face. There’s no possible way you would spare one second to be near this motherfucker.

“And I don’t care.”

“You’re pissing me off,” you said quietly, your eyes still searching his face.

“And that’s turning me on,” he retorted, his voice flat. “So you might wanna tone down the hate glares if you don’t wanna find yourself being fucked on this desk with the blinds still open.”

“You know what your problem is, Lee? You still haven’t decided if you hate me or like me. That’s why you act like this every time I’m around other men.” There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment in your voice. You owned up to this.

What you didn’t know was that he knew exactly how he felt about you.

He hated you, but was attracted to you. It was really that simple.

“You know what I feel right now, Ms. Y/L/N? I feel like you will go to dinner with me, whether you like it or not.”

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