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Fuck, he brings out the absolute worst in me.
“Session three with ASH—just a terrible human being all around. His sarcastic, grumpy nature seems to grow worse with every session. I’ve learned not to take anything personally from him anymore, but if I have to see that smirk once more, I might lose my mind.” He simply nodded and chuckled as he put his hand on his mouth, giving me an apologetic look. He raised his hand and mouthed an apology, as if it meant anything coming from him.
“Session four with ASH—nothing new to say. He’s the same as ever,” I finished as I closed my book with a bit more force, tilting my head to the side. Alexander slowly nodded as he took in everything I said. “Look, Alexander. I don’t want to be your friend. That isn’t what I want from you, but in order to do my job correctly and for you to get out of these sessions, you have to give me something to work with. We cannot always be at a standstill. In order for you to stop seeing my face, you need to be willing to talk to me!”
“Are you done?” he asked, and I sighed, seeing how everything I had just said seemed to fly over his head and none of it seemed to stick. Perhaps he was just slow.
“Yes.”
“Well, I hear you, and I don’t like you as well, so we have that in common. I think you’re preppy and judgemental.” Judgemental? Me? Okay, that was new. “I have quite a few things to say as well; will you allow me to?”
“Please—the floor is yours.” I motioned with my hand, and he smirked as he scooted over the edge of the couch. Why was he unbuttoning his shirt?
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to seduce you. I just have a lot to get off my chest.” He smirked as he placed his hands on his knees. Your chest seems big enough to carry everything.
“This is my deduction on Miss Naomi Collins—NC.” He mocked me, and I rolled my eyes. “She’s a princess who always has to have her way, or else everyone gets in trouble for it. If someone says something that is remotely outside the personality she has created for herself, that person is wrong and, I quote, a ‘terrible human being,’ right?” He raised his fingers and flexed them as quotes.
He gripped his chin and hummed, his eyes sparkled as he thought of what to say next. “You want to be perceived as this special person, all because Daddy praised you all your life. Which is good, I guess, from a parent’s perspective, but Naomi. I am not here to roll out a red carpet for you to walk on and think you’re that great of a person who’s going to impact everyone’s lives and be worshiped for it. I’m not going to be your fan because everyone else is, and most importantly—stop being fake.” He clenched his jaw as he stared into my eyes.
For a moment I forgot to breathe, and I cocked my head to the side. “How am I being fake?” I bit out, and he smiled, flashing those pearly white teeth.
Why did God bless the rude and terrible ones with good looks? He wasn’t exactly a Greek god, but he could totally compete against one. His pink lips, with the bottom being a bit fuller, brought out the color of his brown eyes. I would have liked to say they were warm, but they just looked so dull now—possibly because of his personality.
His jaw was chiseled, and his body was a result of hard training and fitness. His broad shoulders filled out his jacket perfectly well. And don’t get me started on his chest. We could probably wear the same bra, and he would fill it out more than me. His body was perfectly proportioned, although his legs were slightly longer than his upper body, but damn it, Alexander was a handsome man, and he obviously knew it.
He took care of his hair very well, his beard neatly trimmed on his face and his dark hair brushed back, with a few locks framing his face. His brown eyes stared deeply into mine as he began offloading all that was on his chest.
“You don’t see how fake you are? As you said, with everyone else, they’re making the progress you wish to see, but with me it’s difficult. It definitely can’t just be because I’m a difficult person to deal with. I’m the only person you treat from an arm's length. You drew a boundary with me, and I have respected it, treating you the same way you treat me. You insult me with smiles and glittery words, while I just throw the dirt on you. Sure, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten your car towed the first day, but Naomi, I didn’t know you, and you were parked in my spot.” He shrugged as if that were an excuse.
“You couldn’t just park next to my car? Obviously, seeing how my car was parked next to my father’s in the staff parking lot, it should have been clear to you that I’m also an employee!” I snapped, and he smirked, putting his hands out as if he had just proved a point.
“Did you not see the reserved sign? With my name on it?” I opened my mouth as I tried to come up with an answer.
“I did,” I admitted softly. “But I didn’t see your name.” That should have been enough for redemption.
“That isn’t any of my concern. You saw the reserved sign and knew it already belonged to someone. My reaction was totally warranted. Maybe not the best, but I had already gone through a shit day and wasn’t in the mood to run through this building just to find you and have you move your car. Fuck, I didn’t even know who you were.” He ran his fingers through his hair, and I sucked in my cheeks. He had a point. A clear one. I kinda hate that.
“But all that doesn’t argue for how you’re so rude to me, or how you like to call me names.”
“You mean princess and nepotism baby?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Yes,” I gritted out, and he scoffed as if I were asking something ridiculous. I may not have shown it, but I did find it to be very offensive.
“That’s because you are a princess and a nepotism baby.” He shrugged, and I looked away, embarrassed. So he wasn’t going to take that back, was he?
Why did he call me princess in such a smooth voice? Was he actually indeed trying to seduce me? Shaking my head, I looked at him, and he held an expression of confusion.
“What? You still want to go?” My eyes widened, and I coughed as I shook my head. What was wrong with me? How was I finding what he innocently said so attractive? My eyes looked at the calendar, and I stared at the date, feeling stupid.
Oh, that made sense. I was about to go into ovulation. What a time to be alive!
“No, I think today's session was a success, right?” I smiled, and he groaned, throwing his head back.
“I fucking hate that smile, it’s so fake!”
I cracked a smile as I wrote down the notes from today’s breakthrough. “You don’t have to be such an ass about it. I hate your smirk just as much.” I looked at him, and of course, by the dear god’s grace, he just had to show that smirk of his.
“It works wonders with the ladies, Miss Collins.” He spoke softly, his voice guttural.
