My boss is my freaking Ex??!!! - Kenzhie A. (free books to read .txt) 📗

We had dated for a long time, but he'd never once mentioned that he was this wealthy. I even went to his house before and it was just a normal and simple house. His mom was just working in a hospital as a nurse. There was no sign of him being affluent. Maybe his mom got married to a very rich man. I thought to myself. I suddenly wondered what had happened to him over the past years. I was dying to ask him about a lot of things, especially why he disappeared without saying anything to me, but I wouldn't ask even if I’d die of curiosity. I shouldn't bother even thinking about him. He was a past and would forever remain just a past, but why did my daft heart keep on jumping whenever I’d catch him staring at me? Why was he even staring?

 

“What?” I finally asked when I caught him staring at me again.

 

“You look like you're in deep thought. Something is bothering you?” He raised his eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes at him. You're the one that's bothering me, moron. I wanted to say, but I held my tongue before I replied.

 

“Nothing that concerns you,” I said instead and got in the car that the chauffeur had the backseat door opened for us. Xander followed and sat beside me. I’d never thought that sitting next to him could be this uncomfortable. It felt like I was being suffocated and I couldn't breathe well. His damn alluring male scent was like a pure torture and I hated that I felt uneasy and squishy while he seemed unfazed.

 

“Let's stop by at Casa Tua for a quick lunch, Manuel,” he ordered when the driver started the car.

 

“Understood, Mr. Hamilton,” replied the young driver politely and maneuvered the car out of the airport. I sat quietly and gazed outside the window. At least the view was amazing. I'd been to Miami a couple of times with my friends, but going with Xander seemed different. It gave me the feeling of a romantic vacation with my boyfriend. I shook my head violently, realizing how ridiculous my thought was.

 

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked and fixed his gaze on me.

 

“Yeah. Never been better,” I answered, full of sarcasm.

 

“If you say so.” He shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to his phone. He made some business calls during the drive and it made me realize how workaholic he was. He really looked like someone else now. A totally different person. I couldn't see the old Xander anymore. He seemed like a complete stranger and somehow, deep down, I missed the old Alexander, the shy and sweet boy I used to love. Shit. What am I thinking? What am I getting myself into?

 

“What's wrong?”

 

My train of thought was disrupted when I heard him speak.

 

“Nothing. Why?”

 

“Your eyes are red and teary,” he stated with a hint of worry in his voice which wasn't helping me at all. Just be a jerk. Don't act as if you care! I wiped the tears that were about to fall and tried to calm myself.

 

“It's nothing. The stupid dust got in my eyes.” I lied and averted my eyes from him.

 

“Really...” He sounded unconvinced so I glared at him, but he just arched his eyebrow at me. I then realized that I just made a lame excuse since the car window was close and I doubt it if there would even be a slight dust inside the car that appeared like it was shining from utter cleanliness. I was pretty sure Manuel made it a habit to clean it on a daily basis since it was sparkling. However, Xander didn't have to know that. He didn't have to know that he was the reason I got frigging emotional all of a sudden.

 

“Yeah. Really. Don't mind me. Since when did you care, anyway?” I tried to be sarcastic to mask how I really felt at the moment.

 

“I don't. I'm just a bit bothered since you're acting kinda weird. Who knows what's running inside that crazy head of yours.” Thanked goodness! The jerk is back! I smiled at him sweetly. I liked him being like this. It reminded me how hateful he was.

 

“Don't worry, I'm not plotting to kill you... Yet.” I mentally congratulated myself for acting composed.

 

“Well, good luck with that. I'm very difficult to kill, so you should plan it well, Abby.”

 

“Thanks for the heads up, Mr. Hamilton. I sure will.” Our little skirmish was interrupted when Manuel informed us that we had already arrived at our destination. He looked amused when I caught him staring in the rear mirror. Most probably because of our childish bantering.

 

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I was impressed when we got to the restaurant. The place had a lovely and cozy ambiance and it looked like an Italian Villa rather than a restaurant which had added to the restaurant's appeal.

 

“You're still into Italian cuisine, I believe?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Great. I chose this place since I remember that Italian dish is your favorite,” he mentioned while staring at me. It took me by surprise that he still remembered it. He just remembers it. So, what? It doesn't mean anything so don't make a big deal out of it, Abby. I chastised myself for being affected by it.

 

“Why, thank you very much. How thoughtful of you to remember it,” I said grimly. He glowered at me, but didn't say anything since the waitress came to our table and asked for our order. However, I did wonder if she was really taking our order or trying to ask him out by the way she smiled and openly batted her lashes at him. She didn't even pay attention to me like I didn't exist in her world and it pissed me off.

 

“Hey, there. Can you give me a little of your time? I wanna take my order too, if you don't mind?” I gave her my sweetest smile, but I made sure my eyes were enough to send her my true feelings.

 

“O-of c-course, ma'am! W-hat would you like to have?” The poor woman stammered, but at least, she got my message.

 

“Stupid, blonde,” I grumbled after the waitress staggered away from our table when she’d done taking our order. I was surprised when I heard Xander’s laugh all of a sudden. I frowned at him, but the bastard laughed even more.

 

“I'm sorry. It was just too funny,” he said afterward and tried to act serious, but I could clearly see that he was just trying to stifle his laugh.

 

“What is?” I asked out of curiosity.

 

“You, being mean to that poor woman. You should have seen the look in your face. It scared the hell outta her which made her squirm in fear,” he said with a chuckle.

 

“Well, she was ignoring me like all she can see was you. I'm frigging starving, but the wench was busy flirting with you. How annoying,” I blurted out, my nostrils flaring.

 

“If I don't know any better, I would assume you're jealous,” he teased and smiled at me, but for me, it was the most horrendous thing I'd ever heard.

 

“Don't be stupid. Like hell, I would,” I snapped at him, which only made him laugh again. I was glad when our food arrived. The silly conversation ended and we just focused on our food. The dishes were all delicious and mouthwatering. We were having our dessert when his phone rang.

 

“Yes. We're already here, mom. We've just finished lunch. We'll be there about twenty minutes tops. Yes. I brought her with me. See you in a bit.” He ended the call and turned his attention to me. “Ready?”

 

“Yup. Was that Mrs. Miller or I mean Mrs. Hamilton?”

 

“Yeah,” he replied tersely and called blonde for our bill. At least, she was pretty alert and attentive.

 

“So, I'm just curious. How did you end up becoming a Hamilton?”

 

“It's a long story,” he answered and stood up after he paid the bills. “Shall we?” I just nodded and followed him out of the restaurant. I guessed he didn't want to talk about it much less with me. “Have you bought the flowers?” he asked Manuel as soon as we got in the car.

 

“Yes, Sir. They're in the trunk.”

 

“Good. Let's go.”

 

“What's the occasion?”

 

“It's my parents' wedding anniversary.”

 

“Oh.”

 

After about fifteen minutes of drive, Manuel slowed down and stopped in front of a contemporary home that was absolutely breathtaking. As soon as we entered the house, Mrs. Hamilton rushed to greet us.

 

“Oh, honey. I missed you so much.” She hugged him immediately and kissed his cheeks.

 

“Mom, I was here last month,” he complained, but he hugged her back nonetheless.

 

“One month is long, son,” she said and smiled when she realized I was staring. Honestly, I felt a bit envious. I grew up with my grandmother since my parents died when I was five and ever since then, I'd longed to feel the love and care of a mother which I didn't have. Mrs. Hamilton was really kind to me back then and I thought she really liked me like a daughter. I wondered if she’d still remember me though.

 

“Abby, darling! I'm so glad to see you again!” She let go of Xander and hugged me. I was pretty shocked and overwhelmed that she’d still remember me.

 

“I'm so glad to see you too, Mrs. Hamilton,” I said bashfully and hugged her back.

 

“Oh, please call me, Andrea.” I smiled and nodded. “You have no idea how happy I am when Alexander told me that he's bringing you today. I still can't believe that my son has found you again.” I felt really guilty, hearing her enthusiasm about the relationship Xander and I just made up.

 

“Um, yeah. It must be fate,” I said with a crooked smile and glanced at him. He was staring at me, but I couldn't read his mind. Ugh! I've never thought pretending could be this difficult.

 

“Yes. Indeed, it is. I remembered when we had to leave and Alexander had to leave school, he was so—”

 

“Mom,” he interjected. “Abby must be tired from the travel. Let her rest first before you continue chatting and catching up.” If  his mom wasn't there, I could have smacked him in the face. I badly wanted to hear what his mom was about to say. It seemed really important, but he had to cut her off all of a sudden. Well, I can still ask her later...

 

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