Chapter 37 - Why do you keep doing that?

POV: Nerovsky

"Do you hate me?"

Leo and I were on Leo's floor, in front of the elevators. I was beyond ticked off and it didn't help that the other man just had that stupidly handsome smirk resting on his face. The smirk doesn't disappear but his incredulous tone came back when he replied with,

"Now where on earth did you get that idea from?" The tone was very faux which really didn't help my temper. I'm seriously about to blow.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because of the fact you decide to grace us with your presence only to— why are you coming closer? Seriously, now the distance is socially unacceptable and you're moving closer."

Leo all of sudden brought his arms around my waist, similarly to last time (and coincidentally, we're in the same place as well. This floor was cursed confirmed) except this time, he reeled me in real close and his jaw was slacked open. My arms instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders as our chests collided together.

I was in sheer shock and confusion settled on my face. My brain had once again shut down and my face had erupted in heat. I look like Rudolph's nose I'm calling it now. I was completely stiff in his arms and my eyes widened as if I was a deer looking into headlights (once again). This man. Is going to be the legitimate death of me. Why does he keep doing this shit? It's not good for my fucking heart! He didn't explain or even acknowledge last time. Or even the time where we NEARLY KISSED?! Is he touch deprived but in denial? Does he do this with all of his employees or acquaintances? Because I am not here to sign up to be part of his groupie here. The amount of confusion these mixed signals he is sending me is worse than all three traffic lights turning on at the same time at an intersection. Some part of my brain was (more or less) functioning and the only thing I could do was breathily question, "W-W-What are you doing?" Smooth Nero. Real smooth.

My hard work was completely disregarded because not only does the other man ignore my question, he also brought up one of his thumbs and RAN IT ACROSS MY BOTTOM LIP UNTIL HE BEGAN PLAYING WITH THE RING IN THE CORNER OF MY MOUTH. Error! Error! The command centre has been nuked and has utterly dissipated. Permanently out of commission. I was basically melting in his arms because I had no idea what to do and was in going in overdrive. Well, actually I did know what to do. I just didn't really want to. Like who would voluntarily want to leave Leonardo Covell's arms.

I was looking stupidly at the man and my mouth was slightly open. Maybe to secretly hint that he should kiss me but honestly, I was fine with him just messing with my piercing.

It was quiet between us for what felt like an eternity but Leo finally decided to break the silence again, except he said the most idiotic statement you could probably say in this current situation.

"You have a lip piercing. And the same neck Band-Aid."

That fucking snapped me out of it and I was utterly outraged. I gave him my meanest glare (I don't resist his hold). "Did you fucking seriously drag me into your arms to state the absolute obvious?" I purposefully ignored the latter comment.

That dumbfounded the other man, as if it was something he wasn't expecting. "Uh... yeah?"

I muttered, "Un-fucking-believable," under my breath and began struggling out his grip. What else were you expecting Nero? A kiss? Shut up other Nero. Instead of letting me go, however, the stupid boss tightened his grip further and kept me in my place. It was me who was flabbergasted now and absolutely tilted off the world's axis but it didn't stop me from bitterly spitting out, "Let. Me. Go."

"No." This man had the audacity to say it in a deadly serious tone with a dead serious face.

Cue the sputtering. "What?! Why?"

"... I don't want to."

"... Are you a fucking child?"

Leo was put off. "No. I am not a child thank you very much."

I had a mini-breakdown out loud from frustration. "Oh my god! I have a man-child as my boss. A child has higher authority than me. MegCorp is a playpen for Mr. Covell."

Leo was really ticked off. "I am not a sodding child!" He proceeded to squeeze me till all the breath was compressed out my lungs and I was practically dying from the lack of oxygen. It took a lot of energy to wheeze out,

"You... are... a child..." Oh for fucks sake Nero. You and your stupid pride.

Being lifted off the ground, Leo (with his playful smile that looks devilishly handsome) found more fucking air to squeeze out and all I felt was a shit ton of pain and I swore blood ran up my throat. "Mer...cy. Mer..cy. I... surr...ender."

That seemed to be the correct answer because I was instantly put down and the pressure had disappeared. I took a couple of deep breaths to get my body to function again and I'm not going to lie, it hurt. It was after I got myself somewhat under control that I noticed that the stupid still hadn't taken his arms back to himself. They were resting on my waist so if I try to resist again, Mr. Squeeze-A-Lot will be back. I glared at him in retaliation though but even that wavered when I saw the same playful smile from earlier, along with matching amused eyes. In fact, I felt my own lips curl up a bit but I managed to bring on my very annoyed façade before he noticed. There were clear signs of capitulation in voice when I asked,

"Leo... just what are you trying to pull? Are you trying to get me killed now?"

The asshole ONCE AGAIN ignored the question and assumed that his stupid commentary was more important. Stupid commentary that caused me to look away from him in sheer embarrassment and flusterment (I'm pretty sure that he hand feel my heartbeat even though our chests aren't touching anymore) as well from annoyance and frustration. It seriously took me my all to not melt into a puddle of just disgusting emotions. "Your lip piercing looks really good on you. It's bloody sexy on you. Speaking of which, why'd you get annoyed when I stated the obvious? It didn't see a reason for that. Unless... you were expecting something else when I pulled you this close."

Even though there was fucking hurricane of emotions and thoughts going on internally, I pulled a blank look and sardonically respond with, "Oh indeed. It is one of my greatest wishes to get pulled in by my boss like a romcom and then we'd look at each other with fond emotions, slowly coming together until our lips touch and we eventually have a heavy make out session. But alas, that never happened. I am absolutely. Heartbroken."

So I had no fucking clue where the fuck that came from. I had no idea where in the devil's pit I got the balls to say all of that out loud. Clearly, this fucko had gone fucking me over, turning me mental and helping me begin spitting out my deepest desires in sardonic tones. The tone was legit probably my subconscious defence since I can't consciously function. Hopefully, he took that as a joke and was now completely disgusted with me, letting me go to function with the rest of my life. Although, if he finds it disgusting, it's gonna leave behind an already broken, heartbroken boy. Seriously heartbroken.

That wasn't the case though (thank the fucking lord), quite the opposite in fact. I unintentionally lit some sort of fire in him because his eyes were burning with passion and his playful smile had morphed into an alluring one instead. Wait it's a joke. Did he not get the tone was SARCASTIC? I DIDN'T MEAN IT? Well, I did mean it but like, not out loud? Now I seriously don't know if I want him to take this as a joke or not. Stop looking at me like that. It brings my hopes up. I don't want that. Once again, I'm reeled in closer but at a snail pace. I know my eyes were dilated and I was breathing heavily in anticipation. I barely managed to hear the next few words that were silkily voiced out over the sound of my pounding heart. "So that's a wish of yours you say? I will say I'm quite honoured and I do care about my employees' happiness. So shall I grant your wish... for the sake of happiness and productivity?"

He said all this while I was chest to chest with him and his head was slowly coming down to my own. His eyes trained on my lips, giving me no doubt what he wanted. I knew I should deny him. Tell him no, this was a bad idea since one, I'm your employee and two, you probably don't like me and I only kiss people who like me back. You're just exploring your newly found sexuality. I'm not some experimenting doll. But I don't do any of that. Instead, I tilted my head up to make things easier for him and I answered back breathily with the same thing I said the first time before we officially met. "Get off your fucking high horse." Look, this is my only chance. Regrets can come later. I can at least right in my resume that I have hooked up with my very hot boss.

Leo released an amused snort and took it as the green light to attack me in the best way possible. However, as he was a mere millimetres away from my lips, a world-ending shrill comes across from one of the corridors. "MUFASA!"

We both startled back, not enough to get out of his grip but enough to give me some breathing space. We whipped our heads in the direction of the voice to find the new bimbo employee of the advertisement department and she was looking at us in utter shock, confusion and rage. Serious emphasis on the rage. Leah's presence was so undesired, both of us cannot stifle our simultaneous groan (although, I'm pretty sure Leo was groaning more because of what she said. I was so vexed, it doesn't even register that I should be laughing at Leo's misery) and I don't bother restraining myself when I thumped my head against his shoulders in frustration. I should be groaning because I got caught, not because I got cockblocked but it is what it is I guess. Whether it's subconscious or intentional, the taller man instantly tightened his arms around my hips, wordlessly telling me that the feeling was mutual.

We're probably going to pretend this never happened again, aren't we?

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This, God, is why no one will ever FUCKING love you except paedophilic popes!