Abigail
I was going to bitch-slap Drake all the way to hell.
It was either that or I was going to lose my mind if I had seen him one more ti or the stupid flowers he kept sending .
I snatched the fake flowers piled up on my desk and stuffed them in the office shredded, feeling a bit satisfied at the sight of the shredder tearing them to pieces.
How had he even gotten them delivered to my desk?
It was barely nine in the morning on a Tuesday and Mr Wolfe would not be showing up to the office because he would be working from ho.
His words, not mine.
I refuse to think about that...that jerk. The way he had coldly spoken to in the conference room, I didn’t think I could ever forget. I had bigger things to worry about though.
Because the boss was conveniently working from ho, I had to oversee the briefing of the models for the photoshoot and guess who was part of the models?
The sleazebag I had been engaged to in February. For so fucking reason, he thought he could still have a shot with and well I was going to stomp on that reason so hard. I took the elevator down to the fifth floor where the briefing was taking place in the hall.
Alicia was already there along with several PR employees, the social dia manager, then the Design team and the five models working with Wolfe Corp for the car launch- unfortunately that included my blasted ex boyfriend who was grinning rather happily at .
"Miss Kellerman, so happy you could join us," Mary, the head of the design team bead at as I took my seat at the head of the table.
"Good morning everyone. Thank you for coming. I’ll be representing Mr Wolfe-"
"Hey baby," The piece of shit had the nerve to call out. "Did you get my flowers?"
The room went silent as everyone looked from Drake to and then back to Drake.
"She’s my girlfriend,"
"Miss Duke is proof that I am not in fact your girlfriend since I caught you balls deep in her coochie, let’s not be delusional," I spat, curling my lips in a sneer.
"What?" Soone gasped.
Alicia blushed as everyone turned to her. "There was no need to involve , Miss Grant,"
"I didn’t have to," I gave a sugary smile. "Too bad I did anyway, can we get to the agenda for today, before the spineless insect interrupted,"
"Oooohhh, Buennn," One of the models snickered and Drake wasn’t exactly too happy about that. His face turned red, and remained that way all through the eting. I couldn’t care less., he started it.
An hour later, the eting was wrapped up and I bolted out of the conference room as quickly as I could, walking past the bullpen down the hallway towards the elevator. My phone pinged with a text.
"Hi Aphrodite"
A smile tugged at my lips as I typed in. "Ugh Eric, I’ve told you not to call that. You have no idea how scared I was when you called that in the restaurant!"
He really had no idea. I was terrified that soone had known I went to a freaky club cosplaying as the goddess of love and sex only to find out it was Eric who was dining at the restaurant with a group of friends.
We had been texting and he was a pretty chill person like his father was.
"Abigail!"
I glanced back over my shoulder to see Drake rushing towards . I tucked my phone in my purse, walking faster, my heels clicking hard against the ground as I stord for the elevator. I didn’t even want to breathe the sa air as him, not to ntion talk to that asshole.
"Abby, wait!"
Because the universe loved fucking with , the elevator was in use and Drake caught up to .
"Co on baby," He said, pulling his lips into a pout. "How much longer are you going to be mad at ?"
"I think you’re out of your mind if you think I feel anything remotely different from disgust when I see you," I muttered, glaring at the elevator doors.
Open Sesa, already.
"Abby," his hand reached to grab mine. My head whipped to face him before he could and that hand froze mid air at the look on my face.
His brows snapped in anger. "There’s no need to be so fucking difficult dammit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay. I’ll apologize a million tis if you want to,"
"Really?" I turned then facing him fully. So employees were starting to gather in the hallway, pretending not to watch the scene before them. "Do it,"
"What?" He blinked rapidly.
"Do it," I shrugged. "Apologize a million tis to , right now."
The bastard rolled his eyes. "You can’t be serious,"
I arched a brow, holding a deadpan experience and his face turned red again in anger.
"Are you fucking kidding ? You’re being so immature. Co on, look... I’m already making changes okay. Baby, we were good together, you can’t deny that. It won’t happen again. I promise. I even went as far as taking this job so I could see you-"
"Ohh, you poor baby," I bit out dryly. "I guess I should fall on the ground and roll with gratitude that the almighty Drake took a job with my company just so he could act like an asshole around ,"
The old Abigail had loved this idiot so much,I would have thought him trying to work so close to was sweet.
Well, the old Abby got to see her boyfriend in a orgy so that didn’t exactly work out wonderful for her did it?
Was it like this for other won? Why did my taste in my first man have to be this poor? Haew
"I never asked you to," I spat, thumping a finger in his chest. "In fact, you would be doing God’s work if you quit and I never have to see your shitty face again."
As if on cue the elevator doors pinged open. I took a step forward when I was suddenly yanked back and pinned to the wall.
"You bitch, you’ll miss . Admit it, Abby. You can’t fucking do without . You’ll miss eating that pussy. You’ll miss fucking you-"
A loud smack on his face cut him off. My hand stung from slapping him, but I’d do it a hundred tis over if he ever touched again. His eyes widened and he looked shocked.
"GET THE MO, Drake," I fud. "Even if you are the last man standing on earth, I wouldn’t touch you or your crippled, crumpled dick with a ten foot inch pole! If you ever touch again, I’ll sue your ass for harassnt, got it?!"
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