Part Six.

"Too bland!" Ben said dropping the cup of coffee cruelly on the table as some of the content of the coffee spilled on the table while Beatrice's eyes widened with hate and aggression.

Vanessa marched forward with a napkin in her hands cleaning the table as she smirked at Beatrice, then moved back to her spot, she seemed to be enjoying her agony just like Ben.

'This is humiliation!' She thought frankly as she boiled with anger and any god-damned thing this bastard says again she would lose her entire cool.

She doesn't want to know if he was her boss or not, he couldn't keep on frustrating her this way.

"Another one," He requested more like a command from her with no emotions on his face.

"What!?" Beatrice shrieked frustratedly as she glared at Ben.

This was the fifth time she was remaking his coffee and for crying out loud, her feet aches badly from walking to and fro in heels from his office to the second floor just to be making coffee for this son of a bitch.

"Did you just raise your voice at me?" He asked callously raising one of his well-shaped brows at her, his blue eyes staring icily at her.

"I didn't Be--," 

"Sir!" Beatrice said deciding not to call him his name while Vanessa was still there as she stared at the floor.

Ben's jaw twitched suddenly as he leaned back on his swiveled seat clasping his hands together.

"Ms. Parker," Ben called, a devilish smirk appearing on his lips as Vanessa stepped forward with a slight smile on her lips knowing what he was about to say as Beatrice looked up staring at him curiously.

'Was he?'

"Make sure to add that in her query," He said.

"Yes Si--"

"Stop!" Beatrice said suddenly, she wouldn't let him finish her like this. Ben's lips curled up in a smirk as he gazed at Beatrice.

"I'll make another coffee," Beatrice fumed with agitation as she walked closer to the table and grabbed the cup of coffee on the table.

Ben signaled Vanessa to go as she bowed slightly and stepped back.

"Good!" He said cockily with a mischievous and mocking smirk on his face.

"How do you want your coffee?" Beatrice asked trying her very possible best not to raise her tune because all she wanted to do was to scream her frustration at him.

Ben raised a brow at her...

"Sir," She added if that was what the idiot was looking for.

"Make another coffee perfectly and I'll tell you to stop when it matches my taste," He said bluntly and Beatrice felt like telling him to Fuck off.

'This was so unlike him, this wasn't the loving ex she remembered in high school days, he was so cold and much more of a devil," She thought.

She nodded and walked out of the office furiously almost breaking the glass door when she closed the door with a heavy bang.

She walked a few feet away from the office, and muttered to herself, "I hate you more than ever, Benjamin Clarke," She cussed bitterly as she got to the elevator and pressed the button for it to open.

The elevator door opened and she walked in wearily as she hit the button to the second floor while the elevator door closed immediately.

Her stomach grumbled, she hasn't eaten anything since morning and she felt so tired all of a sudden.

This was typically the worst and most frustrating moment of her life.

"Oh, God!" She muttered when her dear stomach grumbled again and having coffee on an empty stomach will surely make her feel so weak.

"I hate you. Ben!" She screamed all of a sudden as she laughed at her plight.

"I can see you're here to torment me," She cracked and the elevator door opened as she marched out trying to endure the aches her feet were giving her.

She walked straight into her office. Placing the cup of coffee on her table and searched for her purse which she saw on the floor.

She bent and picked it up and opened it as she brought out her phone and unlocked it as she walked out of her office to the coffee Brewer machine.

'Different varieties of Coffee drinks,' She typed on the search box of her G****e application.

Honestly, she was fed upon what kind of coffee to make again.

She had made black coffee, coffee with honey with 1 teaspoon of unsweetened cocoa, and espresso and the Jerk rejected every single one of them with distaste.

She kept on scrolling through her phone when her eyes caught hold of 'Iced coffee' and her mind told her she had been making hot ones since.

'If he hates the hotness of the coffee then I will go for cold and this will be the last I'll be making for him,' She thought annoyingly.

Her eyes scanned the preparation of making an iced coffee on her Samsung Z fold as she walked to the coffee Brewer.

Beatrice kept her smartphone carefully on the wooden counter after studying how to make an iced coffee and went over to the fridge where soft drinks were kept with a tall glass cup and filled the ice cubes to the rim of the glass then shifted to the coffee Brewer and brewed the coffee in a warm temperature and poured it into the glass cup filled with ice cubes.

"Fuck him," She seethed while pouring cold water into another cup containing powdered milk.

"Fuck who?" Someone pryed behind her as Beatrice got startled and turned around to see Mia with a naughty smirk on her lips as she gaped at her before letting a sigh of relief.

"No one," Beatrice muttered.

"You need to stop scaring the crap out of people," Beatrice said rolling her eyes and turning back to what she was doing.

"Well, I would say you," Mia shrugged leaning her elbows on the counter as she eyed how Beatrice poured the cold milk into the coffee and then added two more cubes of sugar into it before stirring everything together to give her a light brown color.

"What are you doing here by the way?" Beatrice asked sharply staring at Mia.

"To get coffee, I suppose," She smiled.

"Okay!" Beatrice sighed.

"So, how is it going with that hot boss of ours?" Mia asked with a smirk while raising a brow at her as Beatrice's stomach churned bitterly as she tightened her hand around the cold glass cup.

"He's annoying!" Beatrice flared.

"He's basically the craziest person I've ever crossed paths with," Beatrice fumed as Mia let out a hearty chuckle.

"Do you think this is funny?" Beatrice snapped at Mia with a burning gaze she wished could burn through her.

If only she knew how frustrated she was at the moment.

It wasn't anywhere near being funny.

"Woah! Take a cool girl, you need to see how red you are with anger," Mia chuckled again moving away from Beatrice slightly.

"He made me remake his coffee and this will be the sixth and he keeps giving me queries like I won a lottery, what kind of crazy boss does that?" Beatrice was vexed as she fisted her left hand on the table with a bang.

"I didn't think he was going to be that bad," Mia said truthfully staring at Beatrice.

"Well, he is and he's surely going to regret treating me this way," Beatrice snapped angrily as she unbuttoned her houndstooth suit.

'You caused him pains too,' Her mind retorted.

'That was emotional not physically,' Beatrice responded unremorsefully.

'Then, he's giving you both now,' Her mind said.

"Are you done? It looks good," Mia's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah!" Beatrice answered pouring a little of the iced coffee she made for Ben into an empty cup and pushing it over to Mia who grabbed it and brought it to her lips while Beatrice looked at her expectantly.

"Wow! This is so good!" She said placing the cup back on the table wishing she could get more.

"If he rejects this, then, I honestly don't know what to say again," Mia said eyeing the filled cup of iced coffee that Beatrice was holding.

"Good!" Beatrice smirked and picked her phone along too as she marched to Ben's office in her grumpy state.

Beatrice knocked once and turned the doorknob opened the door and was about to get into Ben's office as she met Vanessa on her way to approach the door.

A mock smirk appeared on Vanessa's lips as she walked out of the office.

That was great, which meant she would be left with that idiot alone for a while.

Beatrice closed the door gently behind her and turned the knob for a reason she didn't know why.

If at all, she would beat the crap out of Ben, there would be no one to save his ass.

She gazed forward to see Ben on his feet and his back facing her as he stared at the views outside.

She breathed a couple of air into her lungs and started walking making sure the click of her heels was the only sound made but still Ben didn't bother to turn to check who it was.

His right hand was shoved into his dark blue pantsuit, his shoulder was broad and from the way his suit fitted to his skin, you'd know he was muscular.

He just stood there like some sort of Greek god looking so tall and bossy.

"Here's your coffee," Beatrice notified without bothering to add 'Sir' at the end of her statement as she placed the iced coffee on the table. Her right palm was so white and cold.

'I pray he doesn't like it, so this would be my opportunity to scream at him,' Beatrice thought as Ben turned around with a taunting smirk plastered on his lips as he walked forward his right hand still shoved in his pocket.

He got closer to the table while Beatrice gave him death daggers.

He stared at the cup and gave Beatrice an arched brow, questioningly.

"Cold?" He asked deeply while Beatrice rolled her eyes at him.

"Remake it!" Ben ordered and turned his back without even bothering to touch it.

"No, I won't! If you're not having this coffee then fuck yourself off," Beatrice shouted at him as he stopped in his tracks.

"What did you just say?" Ben said icily turning to her as he approached her.

'Now, he looked so dangerous,' Beatrice thought but didn't move from where she was standing.

"You heard me right Ben," Beatrice said with a smirk on her lips as he stood in front of her inches apart.

'Oh Gosh! He's so freaking tall!!,' She thought as he overshadowed her.

"You sure have some gut to say that," Ben said.

"What do you want from me, Ben?" Beatrice seethed beginning to get angry as she thought about how he had been frustrating her since morning.

"You already know," Ben smirked at her.

"Then you're pathetic if you think frustrating me is the way out for you," Beatrice flared at him.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Ben growled as he grabbed her elbow and yanked her towards him as she crashed her face on his bulky chest.

"Let go of me!" Beatrice struggled at his chest as he held her firmly while she felt her heart hammered fastly against her chest while Ben pushed her to his table.

Beatrice gasped as her both hands rested on his table she breathed frighteningly but she needed to be strong she won't give weakness to that domineering side of him.

Ben covered the distance between them placing both of his hands beside hers on the table as he trapped her with him.

Beatrice could feel the heat radiating between the both of them as his eyes burned with fire and rage.

"Let go of me, Ben!" Beatrice begged now in a more shaky state while her voice became vulnerable with her body being pressed against his torso, she became weak immediately.

"You want to know what being pathetic is, huh?" Ben asked as he stared deeply at her, his blue eyes a bit shade darker as they dilated.

Beatrice gulped down the lump in her throat as Ben slammed his lips against hers.

Beatrice tried to struggle against him but she was fucking trapped that she couldn't move, she felt Ben's hand squeeze her breast through her clothes as she gasped giving him entrance for him to slide his tongue into hers.

A deep chuckle escapes his lips as he savored every bit of Beatrice's mouth not giving her time to move her lips against his... He kissed her so hungrily while his left wrapped on the small of Beatrice's back as he carried her up making her sit on his table.

Beatrice on the other hand couldn't process what to do at the moment, her mind went all fuzzy, she couldn't think straight as she found herself wrapping her hands around Ben's neck and moving her lips against his too.

Fuck! He taste so good, she could still taste the flavor of the coffee he had minutes ago.

A little moan escaped her lips when Ben squeezed her breast through her clothes again.

She was aroused and never felt so turned on before like this.

Ben widened her lap with his other free hand and then made Beatrice wrap her legs around his torso.

Oh! How much does she miss him?

She could feel her inner thigh throbbing with need as she felt extremely wet, then she got carried away releasing one of her hands from Ben's neck and arched her back as she swung her hand back and mistakenly hit the glass cup of coffee as a loud shattering and clattering echoed through the entire office making Beatrice withdraw her lips from Ben as she gasped with shock.

"This just makes how pathetic you are," Ben said deeply with a satisfying smirk as he gazed intently into her eyes while Beatrice tried so hard to catch her breath as she felt blown in the face.

"Sir, are you okay?" Vanessa's voice rang 

alarmingly as several knocks accompanied on the door while Beatrice shot a sharp gaze to the door terrifyingly.

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