Double Bossed

I thought it would be amazing if this place was restored to its original beauty. I was sad when I discovered that the hotel went bankrupt and no one offered to buy it from the owner. Many years had passed, and the building was deteriorating gradually. That was why I was beyond happy when I heard that it was for sale, and I knew I had to compete to work on this project. I would give my best to be selected by the new owner as their designer.

I just prayed that no one tore it down. That would be terrible.

I wrote down several things in my notebook—mostly about the materials that would be needed for this place. Even though I was excited about the project, I also felt stressed. Unfortunately, my stress followed me my whole life. Whether I was focusing on studying or my business projects, my anxiety was always there. I was serious, and I had a hard time relaxing and letting go of stress. I was always so tense and thinking about tasks, deadlines, and work, that I didn’t have time or energy to commit myself to anything that wasn’t related to my career.

That was why I didn’t have many friends. I didn’t go out much, but that was okay, because I knew I couldn’t have a successful career and a good social life at the same time.

At the moment, I felt even more stressed than usual, because I couldn’t get over the asshole that had run into me here.

I couldn’t believe him! If anyone had told me someone would insult me in that way for no reason, I would tell them they were crazy!

It was clearly his fault that we bumped into each other. I expected him to look up and step aside, but he didn’t. He continued walking, keeping his eyes downcast, and didn’t even bother to pay attention to his surroundings.

He was so rude! He was definitely the most inconsiderate person I’d ever met. How dare he treat me that way? What was worse was the fact that he didn’t just insult me—he insulted all beautiful women with his stupid comment. Not that I’d ever given a blow job before anyway. These lips had never touched a dick, barely any part of me had.

But he told me I was beautiful.

I could feel my body getting warmer and I hated its reaction to just one simple word.

So what if he thought I was beautiful? That shouldn’t matter at all. No, that didn’t matter at all. He was an asshole, and I certainly hoped never to see him again.

Although, I had to admit that he was gorgeous. He was tall and he had broad shoulders. He had some dark, mysterious aura around him, and he definitely looked like one of those dominant men who crushed the hearts of the innocent girls just like that.

His short hair was dark and his eyes were even darker. His chiseled jaw was covered with a five o’clock shadow and he looked kind of broody with that frown that twisted his face into a really serious expression.

I hated to admit he was my type. I liked men with dark eyes and hair, and this guy could have easily been an actor—he was that striking and beautiful. He was wearing an expensive, black business suit and even more expensive shoes. Seriously, his dark leather shoes were so polished that they shone even more than my lip gloss.

It was too bad that he proved that being beautiful on the outside didn’t mean person was beautiful on the inside. He was a jerk.

All of that actually annoyed me—his rudeness, his attractiveness, and my reaction to him.

When we collided and he grabbed my arm to steady me, I felt like I was burned—some unusual hotness spreading from the place of our contact through my whole body. I raised my eyes to look at him and I felt like I couldn’t breathe, which was outrageous and it never happened to me before, but I couldn’t prevent it. My eyes immediately went over his body, greedily drinking in as my heart sped up in excitement.

I didn’t remember when the last time I saw someone as gorgeous as him was, and when I felt his scent—some really expensive cologne, I was almost ready to drool over him, and it irritated me even more. So I clenched my jaw and pursed my lips together before I looked into his eyes again. Then he opened his mouth and insulted me in the worst way possible.

He called me a liar and said my mouth was good only for... Only for...

Oh God. He was the worst!

I was one of those girls who became prettier as they grew older, and I was well aware I attracted men’s attention everywhere I went, which was something I despised. All of them thought that just because I was beautiful I had no brains, and they treated me just like this guy today—like I was some slut.

I hated when men treated me that way.

That was one of the reasons why I was so motivated to make something of myself. I wanted to show to all of them that just because a woman was pretty, it didn’t mean she was good-for-nothing in this business. So I had made it my life’s goal to be good at my job. Men had come and gone but no one stuck around. No one had gone the whole way.

“Try not to get lost,” he’d said, and I wanted to slap him right then, but he’d already gotten out of the building. Now I regretted not making a better comeback during our short “conversation”. I’d been so shocked that I couldn’t even come up with a good insult.

I didn’t know why, but for some reason, he annoyed me more than anyone. It was too bad that he had to be so good looking.

Who was he? What was he doing here? Was he also a designer? No, he didn’t look like a designer. He looked more like an entrepreneur. He probably owned a company or something. Was he involved anyhow in the sale of this building?

I shook my head. Ironically, I didn’t even know his name.

It didn’t matter. Whoever that man was, I wouldn’t see him ever again. I should focus on this project and not on some asshole without any manners.

I looked at my wrist watch and noticed it was time for me to go. I got outside, determined more than ever to prove the future owner that I was the right designer for them.

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