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"Where were you?", Aiden growled.Harry bowed, "Sorry..I just paid Anna a visit""In her kitchen?", he raised a brow."Yes-s""Hmm..okay. Where is she?'"Setting the table"Aiden gave him a suspicious look and sat down.I came running in with the plates and saucers, my face beaming. Aiden noticed or he didn't, I didn't care for anyone. The imprint of our fingers intermingling itself was still fresh in my head.Maybe this wasn;t a bad idea.After all, Yana did admit of taking in Harry.Why not then?Harry helped with taking the curry and rice, and desserts. I rushed and gave jacob uncle and scottie their food before sitting down.Harry sat next to Aiden, the two opposite me.Though Jacob sir wasn't allowed in the table, I gave him a set up in my room, since it would be so much better to have food in the shade than the scorching heat."What's so funny?'Thunder wrecked the table as Aiden's voice demanded entry."Is that to me?"He looked at the table, spoons clacking at the rice, and cur
The Rude Boss |1|
"Get the luggage ready by next noon" The assistant nodded, running his fingers through the sheaf of papers. The dining room was lit, in beauty and style, its gold luxury glistening off every nook of the wall. Cupboards flushed with glass crockeries, vases and fresh flowers adorned the right while the left of the big-sized table was embraced in portraits "Sir, but we have that lunch in the afternoon...after our official meet" Realization dawned with the slip of his words. As expected, that remark wasn't quite appealed. His eyes wavered at the mention, twisting the silence into a peak of warning for the young lad, who now in his shining suit and tie, flinched. Through those sweaty brows, he looked up at his master, who now had pulled down his shades. "Lunch isn't the appropriate word. It is a buffet, Harry" The latter nodded vigorously, his breath gasping at the way his name had been pronounced. Only he knew how insulting it would be to hear one's name spoken, spelled from thos
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"The soup tastes good, I hope...Aid--I mean, Mr. Aiden Mathews, I hope you are enjoying the evening here", came the wide-eyed comment and flirting of Mrs. Halsey, whose extra arrangements of seats and foods were just for imploring her man. He just nodded, taking it as a proper business talk, not because there were many other officials there but because she deserved no attention for these obstinate tries. There was always space for everyone, but a nod was enough for all whom he rejected. However, the dumb lady thought the nod gave her even more opportunities; a misunderstanding on her behalf. "About the business partnership, Mrs. Halsey, we are putting in 10 percent deal' He raised his eyebrows. Harry noticed the tension, and twisting his head down and upright, he hissed a bit and spoke politely to show he was interrupting. "Mr. Mark, 10 percent was our deal. If could proceed with anything lower, I assume the losses would only be worth the deal" The rich luxury fellow, known
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The next afternoon, all schedules planned were postponed. Harry was shocked by this sudden revelation, that it took some while to settle down the deals and purchases meant for that day. About three official calls, about twenty or so dealing calls, and finally in between, to add spices, his fiancé would call to make sure he had had his breakfast or had drunk eight glasses of water. "Its just to make sure that big boss isn't making you dehydrated or anything" He laughed, keeping his head tilted so it held the phone while another limb arranged the sheaf of papers scattered in the main bedroom of his boss. "Nah! Seriously, can't trust that jerk!" "Alright, love, that's enough. I'll catch up with you later. Love you" 'Yeah, year. Love you too!" Saying so, Harry ended the call, before another string of curses on Aiden barged upon his head. Now, what specialty did this noon have was uneventful, for the lights were swished up and down with balloons, personally by the gardener,
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"I said it, and it's your decision to make" She lifted the purse which had been on the table, swiped off her mouth to show she had enjoyed the morsel of sweet her taste buds had detected, and walked away, in a femme fatal style; that ramp walks kick-ass heroines made use of at the end of their confidence act or bravery show. On the other hand, Aiden felt insulted.Never in his life did he feel so defeated. And never would he ever feel so. But this was like a coin's probability. After having made ten thousand business deals, he was a major hit at this. Always playing his cards right, doing the right thing, gaining profits over losses, enjoying his own victory, devastating other hopes; he was so used to being selfish that he had never known what it meant to be stuck in an emotion like this. This was so different now. He had experienced something he had never felt before. Now, it wasn't about that woman being a chef, or her body being so cute that it could fit perfectly into his; it
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Knock! Knock! "I don't wanna meet anyone, except for my mistress. Where the heck is she?" Aiden remained silent. There was no particular answer he could give at the moment. "Let her in, and I will come out. Take me back!", she screeched. Aiden left a sigh. Harry and the gardener along with the Scottie had walked in through that kinking door, standing aside, waiting for orders. "Master?" He flicked his fingers, and showed them a finger, pointing in only one direction; outside. They bowed respectfully and walked outside. The door closed behind them. Just then, a sound came from the other side of the door. "Master?!”, a smirk, “Now, rich man, are you whom they address as 'master'?" Aiden listened intently. Even her sound was as refreshing as the cool drinks. A sneer again. "That's weird. Mistress always wants herself called as 'Mom' or 'Aunt'. This itself defines you, rich guy" Rich guy...... That isn't new... In pretended frustration, he knocked vigorous
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The day rose to great weather. Birds were chirruping as a competition to the cawing of those crows, and amidst all the commotion, Scottie was yapping his hunger off in barks. "Calm down, lad!", jabbered Jacob, massaging his white beard a bit as his slender veined arms took the fresh meat from the locker. The kitchen was brimming in a good delicious chicken smell, which must have disturbed Scottie's sleep earlier than usual. Well, even Harry was on his legs to get a good taste of it. "I need to say, Anna, you have got great magic in this!" She giggled. In a white apron, yellow leggings, and hidden red sash top, she was shining in a ponytail like the childish look, tending to the turkey and the chicken grilling their ways on the frying pan and oven respectively. "When will it be ready?" "In a minute!" She ran to the side drawer, to get the dressing for the salad. The ice cream made with her own hands looked as sugary as ever and completely set, while the pulses and the rice remain
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My visit to Mrs. Halsey must have troubled him so much. Because when I was back, he was sitting with those legs crossed, staring at me like I had a confession to make. "Where were you?" "Just say I called to give some of your clothes..." "My clothes were back there. I had to get them" He didn't seem convinced, or maybe he did. For a fact, he was like a pigeon whom you couldn't question thoughts at. "Okay. So why two hours?" "Because you talked with your colleague chefs for a while." "I saw my friends too...They all kinda miss me.." He nodded and slipped his lips into a line, "Do you?" I met his gaze, "What?" "You miss them too?" I cleared my throat as if my ears were joking, "What if I did?" He stood up from the couch and sighed, "Too bad" My lips almost spilled those curses but thankfully, I kept it under control. He loves me? Fuck, why did I even think of such an absurdity? "Get back to work." Saying so, he strode off without another glance at me. I swallowed my ang
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