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Meeting the obnoxious Aiden Crooks(2)

"Your hair colour." He rasped.

"What?" My brows furrowed as I stared at his messy brown hair which was illuminated by the light from the window.

"What's the colour of your hair?" He repeated.

"Blonde and that isn't even an interview ques..."

"We already maxed out on blondes and I don't want another airhead." He said, cutting me off.

"Excuse you?" I let out an exasperated sigh at how he generalized all blonde-haired girls.

I was done with people that behave as if the world revolved around them.

"You know what, I've been having a shitty morning because of trying to arrive here on time. If I had known the person in charge of this interview was an idiot, selfish and a bastard, I wouldn't have bothered!"

"You are a self-centred, egoistic, pompous man. I don't freaking care if I'm using the same adjective to describe you because that's what you are!"

"I'm sure you wouldn't know how stressful this is since you only need to sit behind a freaking desk to question whoever came in!" I ranted. I didn't stop there though, for I was pissed at his nonchalant attitude towards me.

"This company is highly esteemed because of how considerate the interviewers are, but you, you are..."

The swivel chair he was on swirled at my outburst and his head lifted. My hands went to cover my mouth and I gulped down the rude comments threatening to spill out as azure orbs collided with mine.

Good, gracious, it's him!

My heart ceased beating as my gaze fixated on the man in front of me. He even looked more gorgeous in person than in the numerous pictures I had seen of him.

His angular face tilted whilst surveying me. My skin prickled as he lifted his hand to the five o'clock shadow on his cheeks and he smirked. A dimple peaked out making me weak to the knees at how it added to his beauty.

It was rare to see people with dimples on their cheeks, especially men and I was a sucker for it.

Ugh, I shouldn't be thinking about his cuteness rather at how tragic my life would be in the next moment.

How could the person I had been running from be my boss to be and the freaking interviewer! No wonder he had been uninterested and obnoxious, exactly how I had classified him before today's meeting.

I hadn't even linked his name together with the company, rather I was preoccupied with how I would win the job and the question anyone in charge would ask.

Not only that, I was sure I had lost my chance at this job because of the insult I had hurled at him. Indeed he was arrogant and insensitive as I termed him to be.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" His thin lips stretched out in an amusing smile. Possibly, he was enjoying how irritated I was.

His eyes reminded me of the "forget me not" I adore so much and it glinted as it trailed me from head to toe.

"You can't run from me, didn't I warn you?" He smirked.

He had indeed informed me in his numerous messages that filled my phone and I despised that he was freaking right!

"I don't want your job anymore!" I flung at him, stepping to the door. I twisted the knob violently, however, it was locked.

I swirled back to him, he still relaxed in the chair behind his brown desk and he didn't make a move.

"Open this damned door,” I screeched.

"Or what?" He murmured, quirking a slender brow. He lifted his body from the chair and I became aware of the huge difference in our height. He took a step away from the desk towards me and I took two back with each step.

His nostril flared when he was a few metres away, his blue eyes now turned icy as he scowled. I trembled as my core tingled under his scrutinizing gaze. His pupils dilated and he tilted his head upward, sniffing.

Please touch me, I'm all yours and I'll be good. My subconscious shrieked and I slammed down the annoying voice.

What was wrong with me and my stupid thoughts?

I should be running out of his office this instant since that was what I had been doing, to flee away from his presence. However, my feet seemed stuck to the ground and I could only helplessly stare at his gorgeous face and sinful lips.

"I'll scream rape." I blurted out.

I should think before talking next time- I grimaced whilst making a mental note.

He tossed his head back and chuckled at my assertion. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he laughed and oddly, I found it sexy. My cheeks reddened as my eyes drifted to his parted rosy lips.

"No one would believe you." He snickered.

"Just watch and see!"

"Love, All my employee knows you are my betrothed except perhaps the new ones to come." He stated.

How is that possible!?

We didn't know each other, haven't gone on any date and today was my first time seeing him in person. How would anyone know I was given to him to pay a frigging debt I knew nothing about.

"Aside from you being traded to me which they didn't know of. They, however, know we will be getting married in two weeks." He asserted.

Getting married?

Startled, I gaped at his face, hoping to see that he was bluffing. But, no trace of amusement was on his face as he stared back. Also, he seemed rather pleased at my dismay.

How could he set a date that I wasn't even aware of? Or was it because he had every right to? Since my father had given all my rights to him and didn't even care to let me on, on the development.

"I'm not getting married to you, you-you sick pompous dumbhead! I don't want anything to do with you. You can choose from your numerous workers to f*cking wed." I raved, yanking the knob with force.

I swerved to him again, huffing after some minutes, "Just open this damn door already!"

"Fine, but you can't run anywhere. If I were you, I'll accept my fate since it's the best choice and thing your family has offered you." He pointed out.

His words stung as they hit home. Did he know I wasn't acknowledged as the daughter because I wasn't directly from his wife?

He should because he didn't sound as if he was fooling around and I didn't turn to see the expression he had on his face.

I darted out of his office, stopping only at the elevator and the exit double door.

Claire smirked at my distraught expression.

"We hope to see you next,” She sing-songed at my retreating back.

Bitch!

A very nasty one, just like her boss.

I flagged a taxi down, hopped into it and thought of the other alternatives I had on getting a decent job here. I was going to do it even if that was the last thing I saw myself doing. I would pay the debt that led me into this mess, so I wouldn't marry him. Though it looks impossible, I was sure I would pay him off.

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