*TW: Brief description of attempted SA*
Sereia's POV
Hana awkwardly watched me as I peed in the cup.
"How long do we have to keep doing this?" I asked her when I was done.
"Who knows?" she asked as she took it from me and I sorted myself out. "Maybe 6 months. Maybe forever."
"You're really sweet, but I do not want you to watch me pee forever," I joked as I washed my hands.
"Well, you probably shouldn't have taken drugs," she suggested.
"Great advice," I answered and she smiled.
"We should go out for drinks sometime," she suggested. "Non-alcoholic of course."
"I'm not an alcoholic," I made clear.
"I know, but I don't want to be the reason you become one."
I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Whatever Hana, we can go."
"Great, I'll tell you when," she said before walking out.
I yawned as I dried my hands.
Last night I went out on a date with Blake.
Surprisingly, he took me to a restaurant with food I enjoyed.
However, that was the only aspect of the date I enjoyed.
After the restaurant, he tried to force himself on me.
It was horrible. He grabbed my hands and tried to lift my dress while he forcefully kissed me.
I slapped him of course and told him to never speak to me again.
The bathroom door swung open and Olivia rushed in.
Provoking her all week as I reminded her who Violet was made me happy.
She would get paranoid every second and complain to Elliot.
"Hi Olivia," I forced an innocent smile.
She forced a smile too. "Hey, Sereia. Cute outfit."
"Thanks, violet is my favourite colour," I said and her smile instantly dropped.
"What did you just say to me?"
"Violet as in the colour of my outfit," I explained with an innocent look. "It's my favourite colour."
"Oh, right. It is a cute colour," she said as guilt was plastered all over her face. "I thought you meant someone I knew."
"Who?" I asked and she shook her head.
"It's nothing. She was a nobody. A piece of trash that got discarded."
Anger coursed through my veins as I heard her talk about my sister like that.
I forced a painful smile so that I didn't reveal my rage to her. "Well, I'll see you around."
She remained silent as she continued to wash her hands.
I walked out and began walking to my office.
The anger in me is outrageous.
It looks like I didn't torment her enough. I have to do more.
I needed to torture her until she truthfully admitted that my sister was a somebody and not a nobody.
My deep thoughts made me lose focus and I hit something.
I sighed knowing exactly what I walked into.
I crashed into him again.
"Sorry," I muttered as I slowly looked up at him.
He looked down on me in pure rage.
His eyes were darkened by the intensity of his glare and the muscles in his jaw clenched tightly, causing a vein to pulse visibly at his temple.
His lips pressed into a thin, rigid line, as if holding back words too harsh to be spoken.
Everyone had been walking around on eggshells around him for the whole week.
He'd been moody and took his anger out on everyone, including me yesterday.
He even fired someone.
A cold, fiery intensity radiated from him, making it clear that his anger was barely contained.
Every part of his expression was taut, simmering with the unspoken fury that made the air around him feel thick and charged with tension.
Why was he so mad?
"Watch where you're going," he angrily said before storming back to his office.
I scoffed at his rude attitude.
He's such an ass.
I did nothing bad to make him act this way towards me.
I'm doing exactly what he wants. I'm keeping my distance.
What does he want? Does he want me to keep embarrassing myself in front of him?
He has no right to be angry.
In fact, I'm the only one who should be angry.
I began to laugh before I found myself heading to his office.
I ignored his secretary and opened his door without a knock.
"Let me make this clear," I said as I closed his door and locked it.
I shut the blinds and walked closer to his glaring figure. "I'm the one who should be mad here. Not the other way around."
He chuckled as he paced back and forth. "That's what you think?"
I stood still as my eyes watched him move around like a madman. "Yes, that's precisely what I just said."
He stopped pacing and glared at me. "Was it that hard?"
I raised my eyebrow. "What?"
"Was it that hard to not sleep with my best friend?" he asked. "Because it was hard for me when he called me on the phone last night and gave detailed descriptions of every position he put you in and every place he slapped."
"What?" I sneered. "The only place that got slapped was his face."
His face softened a little as he tried to process what I said.
"Do you think that lowly of me?" I asked him angrily. "That I would sleep with any man that gives me attention? That I would make your best friend put me in 'every position' or 'slap' me?"
I laughed as I tried to hide my pain and embarrassment.
"I get it, I'm just a whore in your eyes."
"Sereia, that's not-"
"True?" I finished for him. "Yes, it is and even if I were like that, why would you care? You don't give a shit about me. You used me and when you didn't feel like it anymore, you disregarded me."
"What?" he shouted. "Me?"
"Who are you to tell me that I don't give a shit about you?" he asked as he took steps towards me. "For the past week, I've been trying to get your attention, trying to feel your touch."
"I've been walking around feeling like a dagger is stuck in my heart."
"I took it all," he spoke. "Every silent glance you gave me, every time you laughed with someone who wasn't me, every time you ended the conversation. I took it all!"
"This sickening feeling I've been carrying since we came back from New York is killing me," he said. "The guilt you've made me feel is killing me, Sereia."
"I don't give a shit about you?" he asked. "That's where you're wrong, Sereia."
"You're the only person I think about every day, every night, every breathing moment and I just hate you for it."
"I shouldn't have these thoughtânot about you."
When he reached to me, he looked down on me. His eyes were still filled with anger and resentment. "So don't say I don't give a shit about you."
My hands trembled slightly at my side as I pretended that his words didn't make me want to faint.
My breathing became shallow as my heart pounded out my chest.
"I'm sick of this, temptress."
My knees weakened when you used the nickname he assigned me.
His eyebrows drew closer together as my silence caused him more frustration. "So tell me Sereia, tell me how I can make this sick feeling go away?"
"Kiss me."
His eyes darkened even more as he firmly gripped my ass without hesitation and aggressively pulled me closer.
"I've waited too long for this moment," he spoke in a hushed tone before he leaned down and crashed his lips on mine.
When our lips touched, I instantly felt a surge of energy through my body.
I've been waiting on this for so long too and this is exactly how I imagined it would feel, even better.
I closed my eyes as we worked out our anger on each other's lips.
He squeezed me hard, and my soft flesh yielded to his touch.
My hands travelled to his thick, dark hair as he inserted his tongue through my parted lips.
My heart kept beating frantically against my ribcage like it was trying to break free.
The adrenaline of us secretly kissing in his office pumped through my veins.
I could feel his lips upturning into a smile as he gave me one final kiss which made me want to beg for more.
Now that is what you call a first kiss.
He pulled away as we panted for breath from our intense kiss.
"Still mad at me?" I smiled.
He watched me, still not fully recovered from our kiss.
He leaned down to go for a second round of kissing but I quickly shut that down.
"Na ah," I told him. "Are you still mad at me?"
"How can I be mad after that?" he asked. "Please one more."
"Maybe next time," I teased him before fixing myself and returning to my office as if nothing ever happened.
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Finally <333