My boss is my freaking Ex??!!!, Kenzhie A. [e reader pdf best txt] 📗

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Hello dear readers!

 

 So, I decided to write about a Romance-Comedy and in an adult's perspective. I usually write about teen fiction and fantasy so this will be a different approach. I hope you'll like this story and thank you for reading it. Though it is not yet complete, I will update it as soon as I could.

 Caution!!!: There will be some matured contents 

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Prologue

"Hey, Abby, Happy birthday!" A girl I didn't recognize greeted me enthusiastically. The greetings seemed endless and I couldn’t even recall how many times it was already. I nodded and said my thanks, nonetheless. It was a good day and I was in such a good mood. It was, after all, my birthday. My steps were as light as feathers as I continued to glide through the school corridors. Looks like everyone will be attending my party later, I told myself. A smile crept in my lips, wondering in excitement what my cute boyfriend would give me as a present this year. The thought made me even happier and every person who came across me were blessed with my most gorgeous smile. Everyone called me; Abby, well, of course with the exception of my grandmother, who would always call me; Abigail, when she would get angry at me and at most times she would. Yeah, what a poor thing was I for having a control freak of a grandmother, but she was the only family I had left and that I was thankful enough for at least having a grandmother whom I knew, loved me even in her own scary way. Moving on, I was one of the famous figures in my school and the hottest girl at that, and if I may add, the center of envy among girls. Who wouldn’t? I was pretty popular since I was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Not only that, I was quite tall for my age and had a body every girl would die for, and that, of course was according to my ever supportive best friend; Eloise. I remembered how she described me during one of our conversations:

 

“You know what, I envy you,” Eloise blurted all of a sudden.

“What, why?” I asked, confused by her words.

“You see, you’re this girl with mesmerizing hazel eyes with lashes that almost all the guys would fall for—”

“Oh, shut up!”

 I covered her mouth, but she still went on, “ah, that natural straight, light auburn hair that beautifully splayed loosely on your beautiful shoulder, a slender pointing nose that looked oh so perfect with your oval-shaped face, ugh and those pinkish full lips that I definitely would love to trade in with these thin lips of mine. How unfair this world to me,” she mumbled, nonsensically. I laughed—quite an exaggeration, I believed, but yeah, I wouldn’t deny that how she said it was indeed a fact, yet I also knew  that she was just trying to tease me since she couldn’t forget about the bet we were in together and that she’d lost to me.

The thing about Eloise being envious of me made me shake my head at the absurdity of it since Eloise herself was gorgeous enough to be called one of the hotties in campus. What a humble wench, I thought with a grin and headed to the field for the cheerleading practice when someone from behind, covered my eyes.

"Guess who?"

I rolled my eyeballs under his hand, but smiled. Who else would do such common and boring thing, but him, I thought amusingly. Plus, I could smell his mild cologne. "Xander," I whispered his name—a pet name, actually, which I just decided to call him; short for Alexander. I just thought it was a cool nickname, although at first he complained about the name not befitting his personality, still he let me and didn’t complain again.

"You got me, babe," he blurted softly with soft chuckles and removed his hand from my eyes, then placed his arm on my shoulders gently. "Happy sixteenth,” he went on with his shy greeting and hesitantly kissed my cheek lightly.

“Thanks,” I replied, beaming with joy and briskly tiptoed a bit to kiss him on the lips. It was brief, yet I felt the tiny sparks of electricity that I would always feel every time our lips would brush or our skin would touch.

"I'll see you after your practice. Same place. I have something to give you before the party tonight," he uttered shyly, then ran toward the direction of his class without waiting for my response.

I couldn't stop myself from grinning widely. Alexander Miller was such a bashful boy, but that just made him super cute in my eyes. I'd never once thought that we would end up together much less stay in a relationship for almost a year. In fact, I’d usually break up with my past boyfriends in less than a week and the longest relationship I'd ever had so far before I met him, was barely even a month. Our relationship started with a bet, though, pitifully, Xander didn't have any clue about it and I made sure that it would stay that way. My childish self just simply thought that it was just a harmless bet between my girlfriends and I and disclosing it would just complicate things. Xander was a quiet person, known as a total geek and a bookworm who’d never glance at girls back then, however, that had changed when he fell for me. Everything had begun when my playful girlfriends challenged me to make him my boyfriend in less than a week and as someone who’d never admitted defeat, I accepted the challenge without blinking. I smiled at the memory as I reminisced about how my friend, Eloise accepted the challenge first and got turned down almost instantly by his silent treatment. He just simply ignored her and continued on studying. When it was my turn, I changed my tactic and just sat in front of him not talking to him at first. I just pretended that I was reading and oblivious of my surroundings. That finally caught his attention and gave me his elusive glance. It was a favorable chance for me when I caught him staring at me, though it almost made me laugh and roll on the floor when I saw him blush, but I held it in. Instead, I gave him my most charming smile and started a conversation with him and surprisingly, he replied timidly and every day for three days I sat with him on the same table, just chatting casually. Then, on the fourth day, I simply told him that I like him and he shyly admitted that he felt the same way too. Voila! I won. Well, I guess, Mr. Frigid wasn't hard-to-get after all, I told myself inwardly, still grinning widely while remembering how easily I won the bet, but then upon knowing him, I started really liking him. He was smart, honest, and the sweetest guy I'd ever known. He wasn't the usual guy I dated before, who only aimed to have me on their bed. Xander may not be one of the hot and popular guys in my school, but he was genuine and special and I loved him. He was charming in his own way. As thoughts of him ran in my head, I arrived at the field with a smile plastered on my face, still reminiscing the past.

"Hey, guys!” Regina—one of my many friends—called the attention of the cheerleading squad. “The birthday girl is here and looks like she has some dirty thoughts in her head right now!" she jested, making them burst into laughter.

"Shut your dirty mouth, wench!" I barked, but laughed as well. Nothing could spoil my mood today. Not on my special day…

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I was on my way to the meeting place that Xander and I would usually meet up when my best friend, Eloise saw me.

She greeted and gave me a peck on the cheeks. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah. I'll meet up with Xander at the cafe."

"Oh, I see. Well, I'm happy for you. I've never thought that you will last this long with him when we just bet on him—"

I widened my eyes at her. "Hey! Don't say that out loud. Someone might hear you."

"Oops. Me and my big mouth," she giggled.

I was about to speak again when we heard a loud crash at the dumpster just in the corner of an alley behind us. "What the hell was that?" I asked, alarmed and went toward the dumpster and saw some stray cats rummaging the garbage. I heaved a sigh of relief. I thought someone just heard us.

 “Well, gotta go Birthday girl! Enjoy your date with your boyfie!” Eloise smiled teasingly as she started walking away. I rolled my eyeballs at her, but couldn’t help laughing. “See you later at the party!” Eloise waved her arms as she continued to disappear from my eyesight.

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I was waiting for him at our favorite meeting place—a cafe nearby our school and at that moment there was no one around, but me. As soon as I heard the glass door opened, I immediately turned around and was disappointed to see a group of girls chatting loudly.

Where are you Xander? I glanced at my wristwatch and realized that he was already half an hour late. This is kinda strange, I thought to myself, my face became anxious. Xander was never late. In fact, he was very punctual on our set dates. Suddenly I got worried, thinking that he might have gotten into an accident, but quickly whisked the dreadful thought and took