Page 20 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I'm sick of him scolding me every chance he gets like he knows better.

Throwing my laptop bag on the desk, I bellow at him, "Get me some aspirin, damn it!"

He raises his hands as a gesture of surrender and steps outside to go get the medicine.

The pounding in my head increases astronomically after I shout, and I feel like burrowing under the table for the rest of the day.

But if I do that, I won't see Chloe, so I collapse into my chair and gingerly place my head against the headrest.

I'm tired. Tired and frustrated. I'm not used to being on an emotional rollercoaster such as the one I've been on since Chloe started working here.

Yesterday, I heard her call me a mistake and dismissed me as a one-night fling. I almost got to kiss her again, but an incoming call interrupted us.

My stream of thought is interrupted when Mike comes back to my office and slams the door. The sound is like a thousand bombs being set off in my head.

"Come on," I groan, clutching my skull, "Did you really have to slam the door like that?"

Mike's response is to place the bottle of aspirin on the table very loudly as well as the glass of water.

I'm about to chew his head off, but then I remember that I'm the one who came into work with the hormones of a teenage boy. I deserve what he's doing to me, to be honest.

"Here you go," he says in a short, bland tone before quietly returning to his work.

I quickly take aspirin and gulp down the entire glass of water before letting out a groan – this time, one of temporary relief.

"Feeling better already?" If there is one thing I like about Mike, it's his inability to stay mad at me. And it's not because he's such a sweet soul, either. I can't count how many people he had arguments with, so I consider myself lucky to have him forgive my occasional shortcomings.

"Yeah," I sigh, finally feeling better enough to take the sunglasses off, "I still feel like shit though."

Mike shakes his head and tuts, "I did tell you to stop drinking."

I look out across the desk to where he's piling up the documents, and I pick up a stack.

"Don't you think you're too unwell to work?" Mike calls out, but I shake my head, grunting,

"I'll manage,"

My bad mood is yet to ease up, and it's already afternoon. To make matters worse, I'm yet to see Chloe, but that's probably because she's avoiding me again.

The thought alone hurts, and I'm forced to occupy myself with other tasks so I don't go insane.

Mike and I are on our way back from a meeting–our third today and we're on the elevator ascending back to our floor.

I'm too engrossed in thinking about Chloe to hear Mike's gasp.

He taps me, jarring me out of my thoughts before shoving his iPad into my face.

"That's from the cyber security team," he explains, even though he doesn't need to. A once over at the screen tells me all I need to know, "They were able to track the bugs eating into our latest software."

I scoff in triumph, "Atta boys. Any idea who it is?"

Mike pauses for a second before telling me, "I think you need to see for yourself."

"Why?" I demand, already getting irritated, "Just tell me already."

I scroll down to see that the bugs aren't from outside. They're bugs in our system.

"Seriously?" I exclaim, pissed beyond measure. "I hope the software engineering department has a lot to say about this."

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