Miss Trouble

Morgan's point of view

“Who the hell is she? She was wrong and still had the guts to spit on my face before walking away.’ 

“To think she was the sweet angel that occupied my dream throughout the night, the stranger I had a one-night stand with that I didn't want to end.”

“How dare she think that because we shared one steamy night together she was invincible, or did she think I would excuse her behavior just because we had sex?”

“She couldn't even acknowledge me. How rude?”

“Or didn't she recognize me? That's not possible. I guess she wants to play dumb about last night, that I can forgive, but insulting and even spitting on me is unforgivable. I'll definitely find her and when I do, I'll make her pay.”

“I hit the steering wheel in annoyance, I was just too frustrated, this lady had pinched my pride and I really hate it.”

“I shouldn't have gotten involved with her from the beginning, I knew she was big trouble.”

I increased my speed and drove into a clothes store. “Shit! My dad will surely be mad at me for coming late to work,” I said, hissing and going straight into the boutique to get a brand-new suit. I wore it and it fitted well. 

I can't wear something that she spat on, I said in my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror. 

The boutique door opened softly as I stepped inside, drawing every gaze in the room. 

I smiled,who wouldn't admire a good thing,I was every woman's dream, I thought to myself.

“Very woman except the one night stand woman,”my inner mind said.

“Oh you just wait and see, I'll make her beg on her knees,no woman can resist my charm,”I boasted.

The boutique attendant, a beautiful lady with glossy red lips and a sharp black dress, almost dropped the tablet in her hand. 

She recovered quickly, smoothing her hair as she approached me with a smile that was just shy of professional.

“Good morning, sir,” she said, adding too much spice in her tone. “How can I assist you today?”

“A suit,” I said, my deep voice commanding without me trying too much. I looked briefly at her name tag. “Anna.”

“Of course,” she said, blinking away her nerves. “Right this way.”

She led me through the boutique, past racks of neatly hung suits in every cut and color. 

My presence seemed to magnetize the air, and even the other staff pretended to tidy up just to steal glances. Outside, a small group of girls lingered near the windows, whispering and giggling as they peered in.

“These are some of our finest selections,” Anna said, gesturing toward a display. Her fingers lingered on a charcoal-gray suit. “This one would look great on you.”

I barely nodded, my focus on the racks instead of her. 

“Why don’t I take your measurements?” she offered, stepping closer. Her voice dipped slightly, playful. “You know, to make sure it’s a perfect fit.”

Without mixing words, I turned to her, my gaze calm. “I can manage,” I said, picking out a suit and holding it against myself in the mirror.

Anna hesitated, flustered. She must have known her charm wasn’t landing.

Meanwhile, whispers spread across the boutique. Some women were pretending to browse, stealing glances. 

Outside, the girls by the window grew more animated, one even snapping a quick picture before running away.

“You must get a lot of attention,” Anna, her tone soft.

I didn’t even glance at her this time. “Not interested,” I said, handing her the suit. 

“I’ll take this one.”

And just like that, I left as effortlessly as I had arrived, leaving a trail of sighs and stolen glances.

I went into my car and drove off to my dad's,soon to be my company. 

Everyone was passing by carrying one folder and the other. No one dares look at me. 

 As the elevator doors were about to close, a lady quickly squeezed herself in. 

I thought she was familiar as I believed I had seen the clothes somewhere. And truly, it was someone I know. It was her. She also recognized me, which made her bring her eyes close to mine. 

My heart quickened at the sight of the woman that seemed to trouble me. Time seemed to slow as we both locked eyes, silent tension crackling between us. Without letting me utter a single word, she started ranting about what had happened earlier. 

“Do you work here?” I said with my hands inside my pockets. 

“Of course, I work here,” she said boldly. 

A sly smirk danced across my lips as I confidently strode out of the elevator. The encounter brought memories of our past disagreements, casting a shadow of unresolved conflict. 

“I will show her who the real boss is,” I said as she walked past me flaunting her hair towards my face before entering my dad's office. 

I slowed down my pace, trying to compose myself before entering the office, because I was so late. 

“Oh… there you are here,” my dad said. “Marrissa… . ‘ My dad was saying, but I stopped listening to him as something else crossed my mind.

‘Marrissa? Isn't that the name of the secretary I fired yesterday? I thought to myself.

“Ohhhhh! Double check, You are so dead now.” I smirked.

After my father scolded me and introduced me, she finally left in a disturbed order. 

I assume, since she just found out I was the new CEO taking over, she must know that she is in a big mess. 

‘I am ready to deal with her,’ I thought. “Who the hell was she? That she talked to me anyhow, a mere secretary ?” I said, adjusting the collar of my suit before walking directly into the conference room. 

“A commoner you couldn't stop thinking about,“ my inner mind said.

I instantly blocked the thought.

I could feel all eyes on me and I basked in the attention directed my way. I am well aware of my good looks, and it seemed everyone else was too.