Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (read me like a book TXT) 📗

 "How about I go back home, call mom, and tell her that her son didn't like me in his office and so is now forcing me to change my mind," I offered an alternative with an equally serious expression.

We held each other's gaze for a good minute. His eyes showed frustrations and anger, mine was filled with amusement. I had no idea I would enjoy ruffling his feathers this much. 

"You won't give in, would you?" he said menacingly as his miffed orbs pinned me to my spot. 

"To you? Never," I shot back holding his gaze with determination. 

I felt fear waking inside me when he clenched his jaw and jumped towards me with the intention of finishing me off. I retreated until my back hit the wall. The next thing I knew was his hand wrapped around my neck. Again with that air supply blocking shit.

"Perhaps your last punishment was not enough for you. You want more," he hissed out

"Do whatever you want," I hissed back, not showing any sign of fear that currently was wrecking my insides. 

"I...." before he could finish his ominous sentence someone knocked. He gave me a hateful look before letting me go. 

"Come in," he commanded, his eyes not leaving mine. 

Someone entered through the door and it is then Alex averted his gaze from me to see the intruder. 

"Sir....you wanted these documents," the man responded while walking towards us. 

"Alex took the file from his hand and started reading it. 

"Hello, ma'am" the man greeted me with a polite smile. I smiled back and said hello. 

"You can leave now, Tim," Alex said without lifting his gaze from the file and talking towards his table. Tim man nodded and left.       

"Go. Bring me a cup of coffee," he said to someone. I looked around but there was no one in the room except for us.  

"I am talking to you. You wanted to work here, right. Go and make a good black coffee for your boss," he ordered me.

I folded my arms across my chest and arched my left brow. He looked up again once he realized I wasn't going to go anywhere.

"Get a move on. What are you waiting for? Get me my fucking coffee" he said 

"I am not your fucking secretary so stop ordering me to get you your fucking coffee. In case you don't remember, you are going to hand over your designing business to me. And I'll run that as I am more efficient and experienced to run that business than you are," I fired back. I was getting irritated by his stubbornness. 

"Oh no..no..no..you are gravely mistaken if you are thinking I am going to hand over my business to you. The only job I have for you is of serving coffee to my employees.

His words left me dumbstruck. A tea-server?That's what he thought I was qualified for. I hate to admit it but his words seared through my heart like a burning sword. And for once I didn't know what to say in return.  

"O..Okay...Alright...Sort this out with your Mom then," I took out my phone and started punching in her number.

"Stop," h ground out the word.

"Is that a yes?" I asked. No amusement in my voice. He didn't answer for a few seconds. He was battling his inner turmoil. I could see that and then finally a word tore through the suspense-filled silence.       

"Alright," that's all he said and that's all it took for a smile to flutter over my lips. 

I stepped towards his desk with a wide grin that was in complete contrast to the scowl that sat on his face. "I appreciate you gave in, Mr. Knight." he looked at me visibly offended by my words. But I didn't let him speak. 

"You know what, that calls for the celebration. You wanted me to serve you coffee, right. I'll serve you coffee today. You see, I am a good server but I am impeccable at making people serve me," I turned on my heels and headed towards the door. I cracked the door open but halted in my step before exiting.

"Don't even think for a second that I am getting you coffee because I am scared of you. I am getting you what you asked for because I care for you," I stormed out after uttering those words.                       

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