Page 14 of Falling for My Billionaire Fake Date

“Good morning, ma’am, how may I be of help to you this fine morning?”Whoa! Great customer service.

“I’m here for the interview please,” I answer as calmly as I can, but my fingers are beating a staccato rhythm on my thigh, and I try my best to calm my raging heart.

I’m surprised she can’t hear the loud beating of my heart.

“Welcome to Precision Construct—” She pauses, hinting for me to provide my name.

“Aurora. Aurora Blaze.” I give my name, posing my right hand for a handshake, praying it’s not a sweaty mess.

“You’re welcome, Aurora. I’m Sheryl. The interview is on the top floor, as the CEO will be conducting the interview himself. Go on in and take the elevator. You’ll find a waiting area on the fourth floor, where you’ll see others who are here for the interview, so take a seat with them. Good luck!”

She finishes and I thank her gently, the sound of blood rushing and pumping in my ears too loud. I step into a sleek, modern elevator—very spacious, comfortable, and well-lit. The doors are about closed when a hand shoots in between, stopping them. I sigh inwardly, hoping for some alone time in the elevator to prepare myself mentally.

Looking up, I feel my jaw just about hit the elevator’s polished floor. It’s the last person I’d ever want to see right now.Guess I’m not that lucky. Great! I’m nervous for my interview, and now I have to encounter this jerk.I arrange my features into an air of indifference, looking away.

Jake’s eyes widen in surprise as he appraises me head-to-toe with narrowed eyes, and I feel my blood pump hotly.What? I’m not good enough to work in the fancy company where heworks?I feel my hands shaking, not from nervousness this time, but from the anger rapidly spreading through my being. He steps into the elevator and clears his throat.

“What are you doing here?” he asks curiously, in a tone I can’t decipher.

I take a deep breath and look straight ahead, almost refusing to inhale the air because his nice masculine fragrance is beginning to spread through the elevator. I keep mute and look straight ahead.

“Cat got your tongue, Princess? What are you doing here? Are you here to serve coffee or pastries? You might want to turn back because it’s not lunchtime yet.”

He opens his big mouth again, and this time, he sounds angry. I grit my teeth, still refusing to give in to his childish antics. I don’t want to be called in for my interview, heaving and puffing like a crazy, raging bull. Willing the elevator to move faster, I start counting numbers backward from twenty-five to one. This may be a four-story building, but it seems like it's taking forever. Counting usually keeps my mind occupied and seems to be working. Well, it was, until Jerk face felt the need to open his obnoxious mouth again.

“Hmm . . . you’re obviously not here to deliver coffees and cakes. What are you doing here then? Here to serve drinks with your beautiful face, Princess?” he says, condescendingly.

That’s when I try my hardest to not leave my fingerprints on his cheek. I was raised better than that. I’ve never felt so humiliated and disrespected in my entire life. With tears of extreme anger stinging my eyes, I whirl to face him.

Disgust and intense anger for him color my features, I’m sure. His eyes widen and he looks almost . . . sorry? But the emotion is instantly gone and I find myself lashing out poisonously.

“Listen here, City Boy. You’re not the only person allowed to work in a company! What, exactly, is your problem? You may work here, but who and what has given you the right to judge anyone, for goodness’ sake?

Ryan did introduce him as a worker, right?“You just work here, Jake! And your boss would be so disappointed in you, maybe more than disappointed, knowing how disrespectful you are being. Besides, I’m definitely allowed to be here for an interview to get a job, and the next time you see me, keep your mouth shut! Or I’ll ensure your next words will be said through swollen cheeks.

And stop calling me ‘princess!’” I yell, ending my tirade with a finger pointed at his face.

His eyes have a strange light in them, and he smirks at me. Shaking his head, he steps out of the elevator that I hadn’t realized had stopped. I don’t know which got me angrier, his silence at my outburst, or the fact that I’d let him get to me.

Ugh! What a jerk!

Chapter twelve

Jake – So This is the So-Called Cousin

I did it again. Why do I act like such a jerk? My mom will be so disappointed in me if she ever catches a whiff of this. She raised me better than this. And I have definitely not seen my father treating women like that. The comment about her coming in here to sell drinks was uncalled for, and I feel bad about it. I should have apologized, but I comforted myself with the fact that she had been the one to judge me at our first meeting. But that had only made me feel better for a minute back there.

I close my eyes, her teary eyes haunting me. I’ve never witnessed that much anger and dislike directed at me, more so when the other party has no fault. I don’t know why she brings out that side of me, the worst side of me, that I never even knew existed.

I have never disrespected women, not even when Sophia had made me swear off them for life. I love my mother and my little sister, and my dad has raised me to be a protector of women.

She came here for the interview. I’m not stupid, she is the ‘cousin’ Britt was talking about. No wonder she’s been acting suspicious, and Ryan has been acting super weird. I wonder how they managed to convince her to attend the interview, but judging from Aurora’s comments, she thinks I just work here.

Well, suck it up, Princess, I’ll be interviewing you today. I imagine the shock, surprise, and finally the anger that will flash through her beautiful green eyes when she realizes she’ll be working for me. I smile at the thought, anticipation flooding me. Getting her angry is easy, considering she absolutely dislikes me already, and I realize I’m beginning to like getting her angry.

Her eyes express the million ways she’d love to murder me. I’ll remove the silver plate stapled to my door that has my name on it. Wouldn’t want her to turn back before I even have the chance to get her riled up.

I hadn’t meant to spew the rude statement in the elevator. I’d been genuinely curious to know why she was at my company, momentarily forgetting about Brittney’s supposed cousin.

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