'You Manage To Drive One Crazy'

I GROANED AGAIN, clenching and unclenching my fist. Sitting in a tight space with my handsome ex-boss frightened me. Even though I knew he wouldn't try anything funny on me, I could not help being apprehensive.

"Are you OK?" He asked, this time all I could sense in his voice was genuine concern.

"Oh yeah, can't you see? I'm in a party, having a good time." I replied sarcastically in a bid to discourage him from asking me questions, but my answer pushed him to the edge.

"Stop answering me in that manner, I deserve respect from you." He barked.

Still the egoistic idiot.

"Why? are you my boss?" I taunted and he pursed his lips.

"Or perhaps, your girlfriend?" I stressed the last word. He flinched and glared at me, but made no attempt to protest.

"Since I'm none of those, what makes you think I'll do what you say?"

"Just shut up." He snapped, fixing his eyes on me.

Grumpy much?

"Just stop this, Florence."

"Stop what?" I stared at my temporarily useless phone in my hand.

"This act." He loosened his tie and I gulped .

"You just manage to get on my nerves every time" I rolled my eyes at his statement and continued fiddling with my phone.

"I think that statement should be directed at you, you manage to drive one crazy. " I spoke and slapped my hands over my mouth as the meaning of what I uttered sank into my brain.

"I see." He grinned mischievously at me, stroking his chin with his eyes fixed on me.

"Look, I'm tired of arguing, its exhausting." I fake-yawned, pretending not to be affected by his eyes on me.

He moved towards me, and I pushed myself against the elevator's wall, drawing up my knees further up my chest.

With his eyes locked with mine, he started taking off his jacket, sending chills through my body.

He took off his shoes and lowered himself beside me, my heart began beating super fast and my knees trembled at the touch of his body next. to mine.

What's wrong with you? get a hold of yourself. My inner mind scolded.

"Florence." He called and I turned my face to him. His face screamed 'seriousness'.

"Hmm?" I answered, my eyelids drooping from. exhaustion.

"I'm sorry."

*crash* wait, hold it right there? did the almighty Mr. Philip just say 'I'm sorry?

I whipped my head in his direction and he had a weak smile on his face. My mouth fell open as I searched his eyes for traces of insincerity, I found none. Rather his slightly darkened eyes held genuine repentance.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"I'm dead serious, I'm sorry for treating you poorly, I shouldn't have done the things I did."

While he spoke, inwardly I was battling with my thoughts.

Why is he apologizing now? did he break up. with Maya? Or he wants me to go back to Nicholas Corporation? even if a gun was held to my forehead, I'm not going back there, OK now that's over dramatic. Or he's jealous seeing me with Peter? Aha! that must be it. He's jealous!

"Why are you apologizing? It doesn't matter anymore." I replied, resting my head on the elevator's wall behind me.

We remained silent for a few minutes. I wrapped my arms tightly around me, feeling a bit cold.

He wrapped his hand around my arm, sending a chilling sensation up my spine.

"Um, Mr. Philip, what are you doing?"

"Please, call me Philip, I'm not much older than you are... and I know you're cold."

Philip gently pulled me away from the elevator's wall and covered me with his jacket making me wonder what he was playing at.

I sighed and snuggled in his jacket.
inhaling his cologne, I fell asleep conscious of Philip beside me.

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I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I slowly opened my eyes. I gazed upwards at. Mr Philip whose face was expressionless.

"The elevator's functional, let's go" he said and I pushed myself off the floor. I handed his jacket back and picked up my heels lying where I had flung them too. I picked mine and Tamara's purse and also my phone. I walked towards the door of the elevator which slid open and Philip followed me out.

"Aren't you putting those on?" He gestured at my heels which I clutched tightly.

"Nope." I replied, questioning why my lack of shoes bothered him.

I walked directly to my mom's car which was still parked in the parking lot. I unlocked it and threw the objects in my hands to the back seat. I turned to see Philip watching me.

"I'll see you some other time, Florence." He turned to leave. I shrugged and started the car.

When I got home, I parked my mom's car in the garage and entered the house.

"Florence, where have you been?" My sister embraced me firmly "You got us all worried sick."

I handed her purse to her and she took it, her eyes not leaving my face.

"You were drunk after the party, so I went to search for your purse, I got stuck in the elevator" I replied, skipping out the part about Philip being with me, I knew she'll be furious if I told her.

"Were you alone?" Her eyes narrowed, I wanted to say something funny. But seeing her, countenance, I thought twice about it.

"Not really..." I emphasised the last word. Tamara attacked me with her hands.

"Who were you with?" She shook me vigorously. I rolled my eyes. Tam can be so annoying at times, no, she's always annoying.

"I have to take a shower, I'm hungry too" I slipped away from her, and to my room.

"You're not getting out of this conversation easily!" She yelled from downstairs and I sighed as I walked into the bathroom.

After bathing, I put on my house clothes and jumped on my bouncy bed which left me bouncing for a few seconds.

My phone rang and I checked the caller ID. Peter.

"Hey Angel" He began.

I smiled widely, pushing myself off my bed.

"Hey"

"What are you doing right now?" He asked.

"Nothing really, I was on my bed before your call came in"

I idly walked to my wardrobe and flung the door open.

"You're not doing anything else?" He asked without any trace of suspicion in his speech.

"No"

"Open your window and look down"

I waltzed to my window with a smile and pushed my curtain aside. I liked my room dark, even when it's noon, my room would still be comfortably dark. I liked the cozy feeling my room offered. At times Tamara would accuse me of secretly being a vampire (I don't know if those exist).

Shrugging, I peeked out of my open window and saw Peter standing below. He gave me an enchanting smile and I held myself from falling out through the window.

He blew a kiss upwards and I pretended to catch it and threw another one to him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked through the phone, still gazing at him. He had his eyes fixed on me.

"Forgive me, I'm gonna do something you'll not like"

My heart skipped a beat at his statement.

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