My boss is my freaking Ex??!!! by Kenzhie A. (epub read online books .txt) 📕

“Get dressed and bring some overnight clothes and other things you might need for a short trip. You're coming with me,” he whispered in my ear, his lips slightly touching my earlobe, like he was deliberately teasing me. I opened my eyes to glare at him.

“Why the heck should I go with you?!” I hissed in an angry manner to mask my embarrassment for thinking he'd kiss me. Why am I even thinking about that? It's like I'm craving for him to kiss me. I must be out of my mind! Abby, get a grip of yourself! I scolded myself and pushed him off me, but he didn't budge even the slightest.

“I need your help.”

“Ha, and why should I help you?” I arched my eyebrow at him.

“If you help me, your two-year contract with me will be reduced to 1 year. Sounds good?” My interest suddenly perked up by his offer, forgetting that we were in an uncomfortable position.

“How about 6 months?”

“No deal.”

“7 months?”

“8 months. Take it or leave it,” he said decisively and moved away from me like our closeness was suddenly bothering him.

“Deal!”

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“So, how can I be of any service to you, Mr. Hamilton?” I asked him as soon as I got in his flashy car. He didn't answer right away so I glanced at him. “It's not my body, right?” I stifled a giggle when he rolled his eyeballs at me. Honestly, I found it kinda cute, but mentally slapped my face after realizing how I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. He started the car first before he replied to my question.

“I need you to be my girlfriend,” he said flatly while driving out of Beverly Hills.

“What?!”

“Just for today. Don't overreact.” He gave me a quick glance, his eyes telling me that he wouldn't even consider me becoming his real girlfriend and that it didn't cross his mind at all. Oddly, it stung. Like he just stabbed me with a pitchfork right through my heart. Was it because I was inexperienced when we did it? Was I too boring in bed that he decided to run away from me and now he find me unattractive enough to think I would never be a girlfriend material? I sucked in a lot of cool morning air to calm  myself. It was a good thing he let the sun roof down so I could feel the air on my face which made me feel relaxed. This was not the time for drama. I should think carefully before I should act. He was offering a good deal which I could barely resist, but it didn't mean I couldn't play hard to get, could I?

“What makes you think I will agree to this?” I mentally clapped my hands for being so composed when in fact I wanted to throw my polka dot tote duffel bag in his face. Instead, I threw it in the backseat a bit harshly which earned me a glare from him but he didn't complain about it.

“You already did,” he replied with an annoying smug in his face. If only I can wipe off that stupid face of his.

“Can't I back off? After all, I didn't sign any contract.” I challenged.

“You wouldn't.”

“Why's that?”

“Cause my offer is way too good to decline.”

“No, it's not. I need more.” I smiled widely when an idea came to me.

“What do you need?” He asked and eyed me surreptitiously.

“I need a nice and luxurious apartment near the office. You see, Eloise and her boyfriend will be home today and I don't want to bother them. Plus, I won't be late if I have a place nearby the office. What do you say?” I sounded very casual but my grin was so wide I even wondered why my face didn't tear off.

“No,” he replied bluntly. My smile instantly vanished by his mere answer.

“Fine. Stop the car. I could handle two years, but I'm not sure if you can handle two years of hell with me. I'd rather rest at home than—”

“Fine,” he said curtly, without giving me a glance.

“Cool!” I clapped happily and winked at him when he glared at me. He just shook his head out of irritation or maybe amusement. Well, I don't give a damn as long as he gives me what I want. I smiled and looked around. I realized we were already exiting Santa Monica boulevard and passing onto Beverly Boulevard, but I didn't have any idea where exactly we were going. Xander instructed me to bring my passport so it could only mean that we were going somewhere far. “Where are we going anyway?”

“We're heading to San Marino Island.”

“Miami? What are we gonna do there?” Now, I'm curious…

“We're visiting my family.”

“Oh. So, your parents live there, huh. Why am here again?” I got very confused since he didn't explain anything to me.

“You'll act as my girlfriend, remember?” He sounded annoyed by my question and it made me a bit pissed. He just asked me for a favor, well, a favor with benefits, but still, it was a favor so he should be nicer.

“Yeah, I got that part like crystal clear, but how am I supposed to act if you don't give me the complete details? What am I? A fortune teller of some sort or something?” He glanced at me again hearing my sarcasm then turned his gaze back to the front.

“My grandmother wants me to get married soon and she wants me to bring her my girlfriend or she'll find someone for me. Actually, she already has someone in mind, but before I get hitched by someone's niece, daughter, or granddaughter which I haven't even met, I need you to convince her that you're good enough for me so she'll stop bothering me with her silly matchmaking and bothersome blind dates.”

“I'm way more than good enough for you. I'm even way out of your league—Kidding! You don't have to glare at me.” I laughed at his reaction but went serious when I remembered something. “Why me? I've heard you've got like plenty of girlfriends swooning over you which surely you wouldn't have troubles asking for a favor.” When I stared at him, I caught a glimpse of amusement seeping through his cool facade but he became serious in an instant.

“You're a perfect a candidate.”

“Why?”

“You hate me so I know you wouldn't be clingy. No emotional attachment. No problem.”

“That I can agree much,” I said with a smile, but deep down, I felt like being stabbed for the second time and more severely. It was like he just said that he was so damn sure there would be no feelings involved. But you don't have feelings for him as you've clearly denied many times right, Abby? Or do you? The thought of it bugged me. Do I? Of course, no! Having feelings for an arrogant bastard like him, is like picking a stone to hit my head.

“So, it's settled then?”

“It's only for today?”

“Well, for two days and one night, to be exact. It isn't too much to ask in exchange for having your contract lowered to 8 months instead of two years. In addition, you get to have an apartment within your contract period,” he said in a business-like tone.

“How can I be sure you'd carry out our deal?” I looked at him suspiciously. He was someone who couldn't be trusted after all. He didn't answer me, instead he clicked something on his phone which was mounted to his car cell holder dock kit. It dialed and rang for a while before someone answered it. He turned it to a loudspeaker so I could hear their conversation.

“Jack, please change Ms. Wilson's work contract to 8 months and could you ask Rose to find a good apartment near the office?” He instructed as soon as Jack Moore answered his call.

“I believe the apartment is for Ms. Wilson as well?” I could hear the amusement in Jack Moore's voice and found it a bit embarrassing. Surely, he thought something weird about me and Xander.

“Yes,” Xander answered in a clipped tone like it didn't affect him at all.

“Are you two da—”

“That's all, Jack. Call me when you're done with the things I've asked for,” he said and clicked the end button before Jack Moore could I ask him further. He turned his gaze at me again. “Happy?”

“I would be, 8 months from now,” I replied sarcastically. He stared at me intently, but I couldn't read what was on his mind. He was all poker face again. I got confused when he let out a sigh, but before I could see through him, he returned his attention back to his driving.

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After about a few minutes of awkward silence, he slowed down and halted in front of a private jet charter in Beverly Boulevard.

“Private jet?” I arched my eyebrow at him. I think it was a bit of a show off, but yeah I was impressed.

“Yes. I have a few things to do during the flight and I don't want anyone to bother me during my work.” He explained while giving me the look that I, especially, shouldn't bother him during the flight.

“Oh, the boring stuffs...” I murmured to myself, but he seemed to have heard it since he gave me a dark stare.

“It's called, sense of responsibility, but I guess you don't know what that is.” He gave me a disapproving look before he got out of the car. I just followed him with a pout plastered on my face.

The good thing about private jets; the flights were very convenient and comfortable. I slept during the whole flight since when we boarded it was only past seven in the morning and I’d usually wake up at high noon during the weekends if only Xander didn't badger me of course. It was past eleven when he came to wake me up. I realized I slept for nearly four hours and I felt my stomach grumbled.

“We're here. I bet you're hungry, so we'll stop by at a nearby restaurant on the way,” he said in a nonchalant manner, but I couldn't help to smile.

“Thought you'd starve me to death,” I said when he stared at me with his brow creased in confusion.

“Well, you can't die yet without serving your purpose, sweetheart.” He winked at me and gave me a devilish smile which was pretty annoying, by the way. “Let's go,” he said afterward without masking his amusement after seeing my miffed expression. I was not in the mood for a comeback, so I just quietly followed him. There was a car with a chauffeur waiting for us when we went down. It still surprised me how Xander became this rich.