Over there, she was standing, wearing a long, backless, golden-colored dress, looking gorgeous. As always, she was greeting everyone with the usual broad smile. Her appearance was enough to light up any party. All the men who were present at this party were dying to get her attention, but it was not that easy. She is adamantly hard. I am a living example of someone who is always daring in everything. Getting a girl was nothing to me. I had a huge crush on her but never had the guts to approach her and collect her number. I was a bloody coward.

Here I was standing like a fool, trying to get attention from far away with my group of friends. Whenever our eyes were meeting, even for a few seconds, I would immediately avert my eyes, uff she was killing me.

My rival always had a cutthroat competition between us, which I fucking liked most about her. So many times, she snatched millions worth of deals, but nothing could stop me from falling for her. Ms. Patricia Devis, a successful businesswoman, my competitor, and the so-powerful only heir of Mr. Thomas Devis and Mrs. Malone Davis, egoist and full of attitude, can be distributed to everyone at this party; don’t give a dam to anyone irrespective of their status; she is bloody perfect in every way. How the hell am I going to man up and speak with her?

My friends were really astonished by my behavior and, at the same time, teased me for being a coward. This was the first time I had acted so pathetically in approaching a girl. We were sipping drinks, and my friends were pulling my leg. I was not giving a dam to anyone. I was enjoying myself by watching her from afar. For a few seconds, our eyes met, and I averted soon. My heart was rising. She had a good effect on me when I was going to man up and at least say ‘Hi’ to her.

According to my source, she is still single, which is perfect. Before someone snatches her, I should act soon. When I was in my own thoughts, someone kicked me; it was Aidan. I asked him, “What?” He was signaling something I was not getting and was about to question him when someone said, ”Hi, Mr. Anderson." This voice is so familiar. I turned and looked; it was Patricia. I was dumbfounded for a few seconds; I was not getting how to respond. How on earth was this happening? She brought me back with her broad smile. What a duffer! She continued, ”Are you all right, Mr. Anderson?” “Yeah, I am sorry for that,” and I was shuddering. She was giving a knowing smile. Don’t tell me every man will be this pathetic in front of her. ”Can I have your number?” It took a few seconds to react. “Wait, what?” That came quite loud again, and she continued, “I guess you will take another few months to approach me and collect my number. I lost my patience, so let me make things easier. It would be better this way, don’t you think? So can I have your number?”

I was seeing her face to confirm whether she was serious or trying to pull my leg in front of my friends, and she was bloody serious, waiting for me to react. I was totally mute. Thank God Aidan interrupted in time and gave my number to her. What the hell is wrong with me acting like a fucking lunatic? Patricia informed me that she was going to contact me soon, and with a chuckle, she left.

My friends started scolding me for my behavior while, at the same time, they were jealous. She gave me her number; it was like winning millions worth of lottery tickets. What a lucky day! I should wait till she contacts me. It’s only been a few minutes. Already, I am hating this waiting process.

I made up my mind strongly and went towards the company. I need to talk with Randolph at any cost. I was quite afraid. Somewhere, I think everything will mess up, but if I go with the flow, I don’t know how many more months or years things will be like this. At least I need to know what he really thinks about me. Is it just fucking nothing else? For even a second, he felt something toward me.

After reaching, I greeted the front receptionist ladies, but they didn’t greet me back. Day by day, everything was going beyond why everyone was targeting me; did I hurt or snatch something from them? I am not a bloody homewrecker; he is fucking single. For God’s sake, stop treating me like a slut; the most important thing is that it’s fucking my business.

I prepared coffee and was making my way toward his cabin. Before entering, I took a deep breath and told myself today I needed to clear everything, so I boosted myself as much as I could by inhaling and exhaling. I entered, placed the coffee in front of him, and spoke, “Randolph, do you have a minute? I need to speak with you.” He was looking into some files and said, “Of course, baby, this file can wait; nothing is more important than you.” I will get to know the true meaning of this sentence in a few minutes.

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Take your seat. I sat in front of him, and now I am getting second thoughts. Should I really do this now? Why not wait for a few days? Maybe he will think of confessing, will he? At any cost, I need to know whether he has any feelings or not. My hands were sweating. Where the hell was my courage, which I had gotten a few minutes ago? He started to laugh after seeing the different reaction I was giving on my face: “What is it? I thought we had broken the barrier of formalities after these many months. Don’t put more pressure on that thick head of yours. Spit it out.” Yes, yes, I should clear no matter what; no backing out. “It’s about us?” “Ok, what do you want to talk about us?”

Yeah, right, what I want to talk about us. What exactly am I expecting from him—my status as his girlfriend—and if I look into his previous dating history, do I really stand a chance? What the heck am I doing here? When I had a chance, I didn’t stop him; now everything went beyond sitting here dwelling within myself.

So many things have changed between us in the past few months; don’t I deserve a chance? I gulped down before speaking, “Randolph, I have fallen for you before you conclude anything; alone, I am not responsible. Your action made me fall for you. I want to know what you think about me and about us. Months together, we are fucking not getting where it’s taking us.”.

He was staring at my face, and the anger that was building inside him only caused me to shiver.

“‘US’ give me a break; hilarious; fucking is fucking doesn’t take anywhere. Ms. Merlyn. Please come back from your daydream. When the hell did everything start? How on earth can you think of ‘YOU’ and ‘ME’ as ‘US’? Are you fucking out of your mind? Should I really laugh at your stupidity, I will behave the same way with every girl, even bitches, and with my one-night stand too. As you are naïve, in every act of mine, you created your own fantasy, please. If you fucking hear the reasons why the hell, I rejected famous girls I dated before, you will be shocked. If they didn’t meet one of my expectations, I would reject them. It was nothing, but I was not fucking giving it a second thought. You are bloody thinking of ‘us’. I took pity on you and helped you explore a few things. It was not enough; you were expecting much more. For even a minute, you didn’t think before coming here. Didn’t I give you enough? I have given you the most expensive items. I transferred a huge amount every month. Are you carving for more? If that was the case, fucking ask me directly: How the hell at least can you dream of becoming my girlfriend or whatever?

Do you fucking know what expectations you should have to be my girlfriend or my future wife? What the hell can a bloody orphan like you can give me? Fucking doesn’t know who real parents are; not even you know their fucking names. Do you think your existence matters to anyone—not even a single soul?

I was poor in my earlier days and struggled too, but I never once went through something like your pathetic life. On the contrary, I was thinking of keeping you as my bitch, but you are fucking not qualified for that either. What the hell do you know about pleasing men? You are totally zero in front of me. Are you so bloody out of your mind to think of your future with me? Like seriously.

This will only happen if we don’t keep some people in their places. In the first place, why the hell do I show pity on you? Your imagination would never cross the barrier, right?

Please tell me how you think you stand any chance of being by my side. On top of it, can you really hold onto my title with your fucking name or associate with me? Do you have that capacity? I will really praise your audacity, who is bloody, nothing, expecting to reach the sky. Before approaching me, if you had thought even for a second you would find your answer, you could have saved yourself from this humiliation, don’t you think?

Thank God you came soon. I never thought you would dare to think this way. Now let us take a permanent break. It’s not a good idea to provoke your wild imagination about the so-called ‘us’. Whatever stuff you have in my flat, clear it as soon as possible. After that, you won’t fucking come to my flat. I am fucking warning you: don’t create any scenes. Whatever is running through your mind, erase it permanently. Don’t expect beyond your level; sometimes you should know your place. We kind of people don’t get time to remind you from time to time.

Get the hell out of my cabin and continue with your work; I have paid you more than you deserve for using you these many months. I don’t want to see your face anymore. Get the hell out. I am barely controlling before ending up doing something to you.”