Chapter 4





“Okay how do I look?” I ask Cameron.

“Fine for the thousandth time!” She shakes her head, staring back down at her phone.

“But, I’m not really used to this. . . style. You know, I always find myself in something with heels.” I sighed as she rolled her eyes.

I shove my feet back and forth, still contemplating if my outfit was suitable or not. We were just watching a movie, and if it were anyone but my ex, I wouldn’t have cared what I wore. Not mentioning the fact I had never actually worn laid back attire, unless I was in my own room, minding my own business. I guess it’s okay.

“Zayn said there’s a guy asking for you at the front. Who?” She pesters grinning widely.

“. . . Stephen.” I blurt out, turning to open the door, but she slams it shut.

“Stephen, as in Stephen Kane your infamous ex?” She questions, a big smile growing onto her porcelain skin.

“Maybe . . .” I mutter. “He’s not the infamous ex! When I moved to our neighborhood, we lost touch.” I shrugged, tugging at the hem of shorts.

“Yea, and you refused to tell me about him! You can’t stop me now!” She chuckles, before speeding out of the door, and into the halls. Shit.

“Cameron Anne Preston! Get your ass over here right now, or I’ll.” I ran into the living room, and stopped mid sentence when I saw her grinning devilishly next to Stephen.

“Or what.” She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. “Hi, my names Cameron.” She smiles outstretching an arm.

“Hi Cameron, I’m Stephen.” He smiled, shaking her arm, but her eyes trailed to me.

“He’s British too.” She wiggled her brows looking over at me.

“Oh god.” I bring a hand to my forehead.

“Have I missed something?” A raspy voice spoke from behind me, and I cringed.

“Nope. You should go off to my room, I’ll go and make popcorn.” I whispered to Stephen, before watching him walk off into the distance.

“I’ll be in Zayn’s. . . Condoms are in the bottom draw.” She winked, grabbing Zayn’s hand.

“Cameron! You know I don’t need them!” The heat rose to my cheeks, as I rushed off into the kitchen.

Resting my hands on the big package of microwavable popcorn I pulled out a few and laid them neatly on the table. The popping of the first bag, filled the vacant kitchen, and the smell of butter overpowered the sweat stench that flowed throughout the testosterone infested halls. As I inserted the last bag, I rested the semi filled bowl of popcorn, and took out two cups for drinks, before looking back at the timer on the microwave.
“Mmm…Popcorn.” A voice spoke from behind me, and I gasped, jumping slightly.

“Don’t scare me like that asshole.” I furrow my eyebrows as he pops popcorn into his mouth.

“Mmm. . . Buttery. Just how I like them.” He winks taking another, and I slightly pout grabbing the bowl from him.

“Make your own popcorn.” I bite back, placing the popcorn beside me.

He lets out a light laugh before resting his elbow on the counter beside me. I let my eyes wander around the kitchen, and away from him for a while. But when hands creep to the bottom of my shirt, I slap his hand away.

“What are you doing!” I question him stepping back.

“It was rising, I pulled it down. Plus I didn’t know you were one to boast about yourself, Bambi . . . Especially on a shirt.” He snickered revealing two prominent dimples on his cheek that I hadn’t noticed before.

“You’re not my father.” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest. “Stop calling me, Bambi.”

“Listen, Bambi. You’re wearing yourself on your shirt.” He smirks, and I look down at the crop before glaring at him.

“Don’t you have anything better to do? Maybe ruining someone else’s life, or inside another girls pants?”

“Well she just left, so I’m quite bored now.” The microwave beeping startled me, as it blared in the quiet kitchen.

“I reckon that you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.” He motions over to the doorway where Stephen was perched. I glanced nervously at him, before turning back to foreign jerk. “Need any help midge?” He grinned deviously, before grabbing the cups and walking off into the halls.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I answer.

“Midge? I believe boyfriends give you nicknames like so.” He frowns faintly before straightening his posture, and grabbing a soda can from the fridge beside me.

“Short for Midget. And, if I remember correctly . . . you call me Bambi, and we aren’t dating.” I held the popcorn to my chest, blinking up at him.

“Nor will we ever. Bye, Bambi . . . or should I say Bam Bam?” He grinned before walking out of the kitchen.

What’s with him, and his damn nicknames. I mutter to myself, before walking towards my dorm. Closing it shut behind me, I laid the popcorn beside Stephen, before turning to the movie rack. Trailing my eyes over a now bulkier Stephen, I shook my head of any naughty thoughts, and held three movies up.

“Shawshank Redemption, Love Actually, or The Notebook. I am all for Love Actually tonight.” I smiled, and he laughed a bit.

“Never really got Shawshank, so no. The Notebook is too cheesy, and since you insist on Love Actually, I oblige.”

And a few hours later I found myself adding another tissue to themountain that had accumulated over time. Stephen had fallen asleep an hour after the movie had started making it even harder to sniffle quietly. Sliding myself from underneath his heavy body, I quietly made my way into the kitchen. My body shivering slightly as I took small sips of my cold water. I should head back into my dorm. I reminded myself, as I tiptoed back towards the hall.

The clash of some dishes, I peeked back into the kitchen to find a mop of brown curls placing dishes into a cabinet. “You know staring at someone is creepy.” His prominent smirk slightly faltering as he notices my appearance.

“Did he make you cry?” He ponders.

“Oh, uh no. I was just watching Love Actually.” I chuckle, before wiping my tear stained cheeks.

He smiles to himself, before pulling out two bottles of water. “Want some?” I decline, revealing the water bottle hidden behind my back. I shuffle my feet as he awkwardly clears his throat.

“I should head back. Stephen’s probably awake.” I mutter an excuse pushing back stray pieces of hair that had subsequently fallen.

“Yea, don’t want to keep him waiting.” His gaze lingers for a few more moments, but he storms off in an instant, slamming the door behind him.

Was he always going to be this hormonal?

Picking at my cuticles, I found it awfully hard to stay still. Cameron, whose head rested on my shoulder, huffed out, flailing her arms out in defeat.

“I give up, I’m not waiting another hour for that old man.” She growls, referring to her father.

“That old man unfortunately manages our paychecks.” I warned, as she rolled her eyes.

“I could’ve been doing something better with my time.” She adds, folding her hands together on her lap.

“Yea? Like Zayn?” I tease, and she glares at me, nudging me slightly with her elbow.

“Emilia and Cameron.” A tall assistant’s head popped out of the swarmed conference room.

“Finally!” Cameron exclaims, grabbing my hand and pulling me in. “What took you so damn long!” She yells at her father, but he simply holds up his hand, motioning for us to stand beside him.

“Why do they always stand next to you?” A blonde with too much foundation, and not enough brains remarked.

“Because they.” He paused waving an air hand over us. “Are my top priority.” He smiles, and the cluster of bleached females eyes’ widen.

“Sorry it took so long girls.” He lightly apologized. “Now, I’d like for you all to meet the CEO’s son. I had to go over ground rules with the these girls, before letting you all come in.”

“Oh great, we’ll be meeting the sperm that didn’t get swallowed.” I grimaced, as the doors nearly opened. Aaron shot a warning glare, as I stared down at my neatly manicured nails. “I was thinking of doing a nice nude color.” I flashed Cameron my hands, and she giggled pushing them away.

“Pleasant meeting all you wonderful ladies, but I don’t need a chaperone to take over my father’s company.” An all to familiar raspy voice declares, as Cameron nudges my side again.

“Shit Mia.” She curses, and my head shoots up to find the person I least expected.

“Oh, fuck.” I mutter, but his eyes narrow when met with mine.

“Why is she here.” He looks over at Aaron, and he smiles uncomfortably.

“Her father was former CFO, before I took over.” He answers, and I roll my eyes grabbing my bag that laid on the long glass table.

“I’m leaving.” I announce, my heels clicking against the marble tiles as I made my way to my door.

“Leave, and your job will accompany you.” Foreign Jerk warns, and I turn back slightly. An incredulous laugh escapes my lips, as I fold my arms over my chest.

“And did you really think that, that would stop me? Take the job, I didn’t apply to become a sex toy with an expiration date.” I force a fake grin, before turning back on my heel, and slamming the doors shut behind me.

Mentally my inner subconscious screamed, and bounced around but in reality I wanted to climb over the table and punch him in the throat. No one had ever irritated me to the point where I came off as a vicious bitch. I had always had self-control, and made it clear I was a sweetheart. Of course, my image falters whenever around his presence. I laugh to myself as I realize that I didn’t even know his name. I briefly remember Liam mentioning a name in the car ride home a few days ago, but I can’t seem to remember it. Something with an H. Maybe Henry?

Whatever it was. This Henry guy pissed me off, and I knew that tolerating him would be the least of my problems this sememster.

Notes

Emilia's Outfit (When watching movies w. Stephen)



Her Outfit when in the conference room


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