Boxed love, Me =/ [ebook reader macos .txt] 📗

her the shut the fuck up.

"I'm not your boyfriend!" He states sternly. I have an idea but I look up to him for permission to do something. He doesnt know what it is, but the pleading look mixed in with the annoyance and anger in his eyes, is all I need.

"As I was saying before we were rudely interrupted," I shoot the girl and evil glare. "Are we still on for tonight, babe?" I ask looking back at Zayn with I wink.

His eyes widen a bit before he says, "You know it." Winking back at me. The girl looks at me with pure hatred and huffs away. I start laughing and he soon joins me. "Thank you!" He says after calming down a bit.

"Yup." I giggle.

He looks at me and his face turns very serious. I get nervous and start fidgeting under his gaze, once again. Funny. I can stand hundreds of people watching me fight but one man's gaze and I'm done for. Ugh. I look into his eyes that are staring down at mine. He puts his right arm against my car on one side of me. My breathing quickens as he leans down to my ear. "What are our plans for tonight?" He whispers.

"Oh my God you pervert!!" I shout pushing him away. He laughs as heat rises to my cheeks. "I hate you." I pout. "I'm leaving."

"Have fun with that Storm." He laughs. I turn on my car and start to leave, when I hear something hit my tire and Zayn bendind down and holding his foot. "Oww!"

I rush out asking if hes okay, to then realize I didnt run over his foot, he just kicked my tire. "I stand by my previous statement." I frown.

"Haha! See you later, Ms. Dark."

I wave to him and drive away.

 

Chapter eight

 I'm driving home behind a car that's swerving like crazy, so I get into the lane next to them, and try to speed a bit so that I can go in front of them and avoid getting hit. That worked. The car hits my car, causing it to spin and flip. I'm on a backroad to avoid traffic so not many people are on it. I get out, forming high resistance to getting hurt, well being sore and in pain at least. I grab my phone and call the most recent person in my call logs, being Owen.

"Owen?" I ask coughing from the smoke leaving my car.

"Hey. What's up?" 

"Can you guys come pick me up? I'm on... Birch street and Lincon."

"Sure thing. But why? You have a car?" Zach asks. I tell him he'll see when they get here and they leave. About 20 minutes later a car pulls up behind my wreck and Owen jumps out and runs up to me. While hes hugging me, Zach gets out and another car stops behind them.

"Owen..?" I ask knowing its not some random person.

"Heh... Heh... I may have called Zayn?" Owen says looking at the ground.

"What!? Why him of all people?? Look I know he's technically my boss now but you didnt have to tell him!" I whisper shout. Owen looks upset so I hug him and say, "I'm sorry Owen I'm just still a little shocked. And its been awhile since I've had my stuff so I'm just all over the place. I'm so sorry." He knows that by "stuff" I mean my anti-depressants. I open my eyes to see Zayn standing a few feet from us. "God you scared me! Again!" I say jumping back.

"Sorry. Are you okay Storm??" He questions me for a few minutes more about what happened. He smirks at me and says, "Guess you have to now." 

"I could just ride with Owen?" I say with a questioning smile.

"No. Sorry, not really sorry!"

"Ugh." I sigh. 

"Lets go! I'll call someone to clean this up." He starts walking to his black and silver Lamborghini. Holy nice! I hug Owen and Zach and leave.

"Thanks. For everything today..." I shyly say a few minutes into the drive.

"No problem. It gave me an excuse to leave anyways. I did not want to deal with Pam's bitching about you!"

"Ahhh so thats the whore I had the lovely uncounter with earlier." I blurt out. "Oops! I'm sorry Mr. Blade!" I say trying to excuse my slip up.

He laughs and says, "Its quite alright. As long as you're not calling me bad stuff, I dont care what you say." Thank God!

"Uh thanks..."

"And don't worry. Pam is the assitant I have at the moment. I can't wait for her to be gone!" I laugh at his excitement. "I know its only Monday, but do you have any plans on Friday night?" He asks.

I gulp not knowing how to answer. "Uhh yeah. A little late but yeah." 

"Shit I do too now." He whispers under his breath. Think I don't hear him he says, "Oh okay. Well a couple people from work are getting some drinks that night if you want to come."

"Oh. Uh sure. I'll be there." I answer as he pulls up to the building.

"Cool. Are you sure you dont want to go to a hospital? That was a nasty crash." 

"No I'm fine. I just have a few scratches." 'And a minor concussion but what else is new?' I add in my head.

 "Okay then... Well I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Dark."

Chapter nine

 The next morning I am fully ready by 5:45. I go down to the lobby to wait for him, and decide the ask about any available units. She tells me there is one, but it is next to the owner who is apparently quite the jerk.

"Do you think I could look at that one?" I ask.

"Well... Yes dear but are you sure?" She asks cautiously.

"For some reason... Yes." Since I still have 25 mintues I go up to the top floor and look at it. 20 minutes later I decide I want it and walk back to the lobby and see Zayn talking to the receptionist.

"Hey, Boss man." I say walking up to him. "And I'll be back later to talk about it, is that okay?" I turn to the lady at the desk.

"Okay dear, I'll be waiting." She answers.

Zayn gives me a weird look and I just shrug. "You ready?" He asks me. We get to the building about half an hour later. "I'll be training you since Pam isn't here to do so." He tells me once we're in his office.

"Okay." He tells me what I should do every morning when I get here. Then he shows me how to do the paper work and what to do in most meetings. Soon he directs me to the break room where I had to go several times to get him coffee. The first time it was too sweet, then there wasnt enough cream, then there was too much cream and too little sugar, and then when I finally got it right he spilt it. On my fifth try I was finally successful.

"Okay, I have a meeting in an hour that you'll be attending with me. Until then," he sets a piece of paper on my desk. "Put those in your calender. Thanks." He walk out and into his office. He sits down and holds his head.

"Um... Excuse me Mr. Blade... Are you okay?" I ask from the door of my separation.

"I'm fine. I just fou- um." He clears his throat and continues from his almost slip up saying he fought last night. "I just have a head ache."

"I have some drugs if you want them?" I offer. 

"What?? Owen said you were clean?!" He shoots up.

"Oh shit! I meant ibuprofen, sorry." I say feeling really stupid.

"Oh thank God. I guess it couldn't hurt." I go to my desk and pull out the bottle I put in there this morning for any mornings after fights. I put four in my hand and walk to his desk setting them down. 

"Do you want some water or...?" I ask. I go do as he said to before the meeting, when he tells me he'll be fine. I get to work quickly.

I'm so engrossed in what I'm doing I dont hear him knocking or saying my name until he almost yells it. I shoot up, scraping my hand and legs on the bottom of the desk in doing so. "Woah, you okay there?" He asks.

"Yeah... I'm fine. Sorry, old habits." When I worked somewhere in highschool, the boss was a dick. If you didn't do what you supposed to or didnt pay attention, you would get screamed at. If you didn't stand up when he said your name, or you used a "bad tone" with him or anything like that, he would scream at you. Any little thing.

"Okay then... Well we should get going." He says waiting for me. I pick up journal/ sketch book, so I can take notes if needed.

"Let's go."

Chapter ten

 We get to the meeting and I'm instantly bored. Yay. I start picking at the chair and a few minutes later Zayn notices. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You can write for something. You don't have to pay attention."

I look up at him and give a shy smile. I flip in the journal to the sketch pages. I start sketching a man. I only draw from the waist up so that it's easier. He has very defined abs and muscles and is sweating a bit, but not so much that it's gross when I finish I realize that the person I drew ended up being the man sitting next to me. It looks realistic so it's even more embarrassing. I quickly turn the page and look over at him, to make sure he didn't see. 

Well shit. Hes looking down at me with a smirk, while the others talk.