Все главы The Rude Boss: Глава 1 - Глава 10

"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

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,

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

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

"Two Americanos"I simply had no idea this would be so easy. Knowing what a man he could be, intolerant and the least caring type, I was expecting him to be ignorant. But that strange knocked-out face made me think twice on whether he was pretending, but it seemed, either way, benefit able for me."You like Americano?""You?"He raised an eyebrow. I slapped my face and smiled"Sorry, sir~ Do you like Americano?"He stared at me, blankly, those words failing to come out.I smiled again and he looked elsewhere. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't in the off times, or rather let's say, the rich of the building were too busy to even grab a coffee. Apart from a woman with a dog, there was not a soul, and the waiter; a young guy got us our coffees.The fact he bent a bit to bow in front of Aiden made me exhale a bit."Why coffee?"This question seemed unexpected. I mean, when someone invited you, that is not what you ask unless and until you are planning to have the coffee in an awkward conversation