Page 46 of Hated By the Boss

Dmitry now stood inches before her. Big, sleek, and beautiful like the dangerous cat he still reminded her of, and even though he was wearing one of his terribly expensive suits, it wasn't enough to mute the tension his powerful frame radiated—-

A sick, horrifying thought struck her, and her eyes flew up to him. "Is it my dad?" she whispered. "Did he do something again?"

Dmitry could've cursed himself for not expecting Tahey to think and fear such a thing. "No," he said right away. "There's nothing for you to worry about on that score."

"I d-don't understand then..." Tahey wrapped her arms around herself, confusion and fear making her feel cold from within. "Why are you here?"

Dmitry shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "I'd like you to work for me again."

Tahey stared at him as if he had lost his mind. "No."

"Are you saying you'd rather work in this dump?" Dmitry snarled.

"Yes."

"Don't lie—-"

"That's your thing," she pointed out unevenly, "not mine."

"Fuck."

And it was that of all things...

God.

Who knew, she thought hysterically, who fucking knew it was another F-bomb that would make her break down?

God.

She stumbled a step back, but it was too late. That fucking F-bomb...resurrected all the memories she had tried so hard to bury.

Because once—-

A magical night among the many magical nights that she used to share with him—-

A magical night that, at that time, she had believed was real.

And in that one magical night, while basking in the warmth of his embrace, she had asked him sleepily, Why did you keep saying 'fuck'? Did you really hate me that much?

Yes, he had told her, and no. I had my reasons for disliking you, but more than that, it was because every time you came close, I couldn't help wanting you.

"Tahey—-"

The memories crumbled at the hoarse sound of Dmitry's voice, and she choked back a sob.

God.

What a fool she had been.

When he told her that, she had actually found herself feeling tickled pink...

God.

She couldn't believe how much of an idiot she had been about him, so foolishly crazy in love with him that she actually felt glad, knowing she had made him say 'fuck'.

And now—-

Oh God, she only had to hear him say 'fuck', and...

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