Renleigh Kensington

After my much-disliked trip to STYLES headquarters, I made it back to my office where I went straight upstairs and sat in my newly bought spinney-chair. I needed a new one because I sat out my other one and it wasn't comfortable.

As soon as my computer turned on, I clicked through everything that was left on the screen from before. Danielle had sent through an email which she got from the HR team, titled 'possible candidates' for a role as my second assistant. With the workload and my annoying bitch ass, another person was desperately needed to help Miss Jones out.

I skimmed through the final five people, three males and two females. They were asked back for an interview and attached to the email, there was a question about whether I would attend it and watch from the side-lines or if I wanted to hold the interviews myself. Since one of these people would be working for me specifically, I replied back saying I would do the interviews myself with Miss Jones present. She had to see them for herself as well, after all, she would work alongside whoever was the best.

Before the interview, there was an assessment day as well which, obviously, these five people passed. It wasn't the easiest assessment day to pass however, it was important. At least a hundred people applied from what I knew but along the way, most of them got sent home. I needed the best of the best for my company to blossom in every aspect.

Once that was out of the way, I got on with the rest of my duties. Just because I was a CEO didn't mean I didn't do anything. Surely, there were some who just employed a shit ton of people to get the work done for them and just approve of whatever, but that wasn't me. I was one hundred percent invested in this which I believed showed in everything I did. My work was outstanding – in my eyes, anyway – and although that should have let me rest, it only made me think of what I could do next and how could I make it bigger and better.

Two knocks on the door before it opened, revealed Danielle. She cleared her throat which made me glance up at her as I signed the paper form of the contract then slid it in the envelope.

"Miss Kensington, Mr Styles is here to see you," her words came out monotone and slipped through her red lipstick coated lips easily. My eyebrows furrowed at her statement and numerous scenarios of why he could have turned up filled my mind. "Shall I let him in?"

"What is he here for?"

"He didn't say. Just wished to see you."

I sighed before I answered. "Send him in, please."

But then as soon as he stepped in, I wished he didn't. He had a bag in his hand and I knew it was food that it hid because the smell of it instantly distributed in the office.

"It is rather rude ignoring emails," he told me as a matter of fact. But if I had to be honest, there was no email in my inbox from him. If he really did send me something, it probably went in my spam and honestly, I was more than ok with that.

"I didn't ignore any email. I was working my way through them."

"Hmm," he hummed as a smirk played on his lips. A grimace on my face, I watched as he placed the bag on my desk then took a seat opposite to me. His green eyes fanned across the room as he took in white walls and the massive windows behind me. "Your taste is weirdly similar to mine."

"If you say so."

"Shall I teach you some socialising manners or something? You're not really good at keeping a conversation going."

"Shall I lock you in a cell or something? You're not really good at staying the hell away from me."

"Wow," he laughed as I bit back. He so easily found his way onto my nerves and danced on them till his feet gave out. "Well. Anyway. Since you ignored my email – which was a plea for you to come to get food with me after you abruptly left me in my office – I decided I would take matters into my own hands. Which is why I brought myself and the food to you."

"Ah. How sad is it that you went from being a CEO to working for Deliveroo," my comment made him smirk as he picked the food out of the bags. "I hope they pay you better."

"Shut up," he laughed as he placed the box on the table. The smell of it caused my mouth to water again. This would have been my first meal that day. Because, apparently, coffee is not a sufficient substitute. "I hope you like Oreo milkshake because that's all they had and I wanted one."

"I have no time to eat," I stated. Harry sighed loudly as if he couldn't believe what I said. He acted like I had time just because he did.

"Then make some."

To that, I had no come back.

"Right. So, I got two portions of normal chips and one cheesy because I felt like doing so. I got chicken burgers and they have mayo and lettuce in them so if you don't like that then I guess you will now. Also, the Oreo milkshakes. And, because I noticed you had an iced coffee with you when you came by – that you left on my desk which left a wet stain on the wood, thank you very much – I decided to be a babe and get you another one."

He informed me of the order he put and then got but all I really focused on was the food in front of me. The saliva in my mouth ran together and soaked my tongue as my eyes ate up the view. It had been a while since I had been to this fast food place simply because I never really thought of it. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more but stuff my face with it.

"Alright, you can eat," was all I heard and got to it right away. As soon as my teeth deepened into the bun and the crispy chicken, the bite felt like heaven in my mouth. The nicely flavoured meat, the bun, the lettuce, the mayo... it was like sex in my mouth. "Try the milkshake... oh my god."

And he was right. It tasted exactly like 'oh my god'. My eyes fluttered closed as the sweet drink landed on my tongue and slid down my throat. I haven't had one of these in forever. The only drinks I ever drank were coffee, wine and water.

"See, this is what you would have missed if I didn't come by," he commented as he picked up a couple of cheesy chips and bit them in half before he shoved the last part in his mouth, too.

"I could've gotten Danielle to order me something so don't flatter yourself too much."

"A simple 'thank you' would be enough," he told me with a smirk on his lips. He knew he would never get anything out of me, though. "I don't see why you want to fight me so bad."

"Because you're in my way."

"I'm quite the distance from you, actually."

I rolled my eyes at his response. "If your company wasn't around, I'd have your customers and your clients which would boost my name and attract even more customers and money annually."

"God, you really only ever talk about work, don't you?" he sighed as he leaned his head back. His hands lazily held the arms of the chair as he gave me the perfect view of the bottom of his slightly stubbled chin and throat. When he looked back at me, his perfectly styled hair was a bit messy, it looked rather fluffy on the top and as if it had been messed with. He ran his fingers through it to put it back in place. "What are your hobbies?"

"Answering emails, I would say."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked me seriously.

"Do I look like I'm joking around?" my head tilted to the side a little as I grabbed my coffee.

"So, you don't only talk about work but that's all you do."

"I thought we've already been over this," I sighed. "Why are you even so bothered? Why does it matter what I do?"

"Because I can't seem to grasp this idea... it's just- unreal to me," he said. "You work on weekends?"

"What else would I be doing?"

"Kensington, are you insane?" he questioned. "When do you have any sort of time off? Christmas? Birthdays?"

"I don't celebrate any of those," his eyes widened at my surprise. It was like everything I said came as a shock to him. "What now?"

"You don't celebrate two of the best holidays?!" he asked but more so stated with a little something to his voice.

"Christmas is overrated as fuck and I can't be arsed with the fakeness that comes with the family when everyone gets together. Also, buy presents all throughout the year, don't spend money for no fucking reason on stupid shit that no one will like because you had no time to prepare and there is nothing else left. Birthdays are annoying, they are just a reminder of you turning a year older. What's the point? It's not just your day, anyway. There are literally millions on this planet who left their mother's vagina the same day as you," as I explained to him what my thoughts were on those things, I put the rubbish back in the bag so it would be easier to put in the bin later.

"You have a few points but..."

"Great to know we agree," I smiled sweetly at him. "Now, if you would like to excuse yourself and leave me to work, I would be very appreciative."

"You're still on your break, I'm not going anywhere," he stated. "Plus, we're having a conversation."

"As far as I'm aware I don't have breaks and we are not having a conversation."

"Who's Brandon?"

"What is it to you?"

"Just wondering..."

"You keep doing that," I sighed. My family life was no one's business. Not many people knew I had a brother simply because I kept him out of the spotlight much like I did with our parents. "Can you stop looking at me?" it was hard to mask how irritated it made me when his green eyes stared at me and didn't leave my face.

"You have bags under your eyes," he commented, not that I asked. "Your skin looks really pale and your cheeks are so hollow it almost makes me wonder if that's healthy."

"Do you do anything other than criticising me?"

"Yeah, I do but right now that doesn't matter."

"Well, frankly, I didn't ask for your shitty remarks on my physical appearance. If you didn't know, it's fucking rude to point stuff out because you never know if people are already insecure about them. Now, that may not be the case when it comes to me but I still don't appreciate you telling me all that you find ugly about me."

"That was not my intention... I'm just worried about your health."

"Well, don't be. No one is."

"Did you not just hear what I said? I am worried about your health."

"Okay? I didn't ask you to be..."

"Kensington, come on," he sighed as he began to feel fed up. And that was good. Because it meant he would get the hell out of my office sooner. "I'm telling you I care and you are not even bothered?"

"Why should I be bothered? I don't want to acknowledge you caring because it's only temporary, anyway. You're only saying that to get me in your bed and so you can say you've done it and then trash my name in the media. No thank you."

"Wow," he said dead seriously. His voice dropped to a lower octave and it was dangerously deep. I kind of thought that was hot. "You really think I only want to fuck you and then leave like it's all I do?" he didn't wait for me to answer, however. "You don't even know me, Renleigh. You know of what people say about me but not who I am. The fact that you choose to believe the rumours rather than getting to know me says an awful lot about you."

"Ah, does it now?" I laughed dryly.

"You get off on this, don't you? Knowing that you can make me angry and frustrated with your constant difficulty."

"I would be lying if I said no," a small smirk tugged on my lips as they wrapped around the straw and sucked up some of the coffee.

"You're unbelievable."

"Why, thank you," my chuckle made him roll his eyes as I bathed in his compliment. Even though it wasn't one. It didn't affect me, his words just rolled off of me like raindrops off of a glass window.

"Have you ever taken offence to anything in your life? Ever?" yes.

"Hmmm, no," I shook my head as the little white lie escaped my lips.

"'Course you haven't."

"What does that mean?" my eyebrows furrowed curiously.

"Why does everything I say has to have a meaning? I'm not you – I don't feel the need to explain everything."

"Look, I get you're obsessed with me and always want to be around me but I-,"

"First of all, I am not obsessed with you and I don't want to be around you all the time. You make me sound like some fucking weirdo who wants to smell your armpits and drink your piss. That's not the case."

"Oh? Then why the hell are you here now? Why the hell did you bring me food? Why the hell did you want to go to that dinner with me? Why the hell did you want me to go to that wine tour with you?"

"Are you really that blind, Kensington?"

"Technically speaking, yes. I have contacts in because I don't have a twenty-twenty vision."

"Jesus Christ," he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "You know what? I'll just go. I'll just go because I cannot be arsed arguing with you," he stood up and grabbed the rubbish that we piled in the white plastic bag. "Hope you enjoyed lunch. Have a nice day."

Then, he was out of my office – after he almost walked in the door because he didn't press the button properly but thought it would open – and I could finally get back to work.

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a.n.
do they ever not fight???? or will they ever not fight??? guess u gunna have to wait and see hehehe

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