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Bossy Ceo, No! - Chapter 11
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Ryan Collins POV
Carina stood like a deliquent in front of me. I sat on my desk, facing her haughty face. How could someone so hot be such a bitch?
But I had been a dixk to her.
“I’m apologize for this morning.” I choked out. She looked at me raising a shaped eyebrow. She should be honoured, since she was the third person I’d ever apologized to in my 25 years of life.
“You called me a wh*re and a slacker and you give me this sh*t apology? ” She sneered at me. I clenched my fist.
” Don’t push your luck, Russo.” I stared at her defiant face impassively,her eye twitched.
I don’t know who moved first, but the next moment we were tangled together, her red lips on mine. She used the hand not wrapped around my neck to lock my office door.
She pulled away panting, and without hesitation ripped my shirt.
“Impatient much Russo?” I asked her, my eyes hooded.
“Shut up, don’t make me regret it already.” She pushed my pants down, smirking at me. I did the same for her, capturing her lips into a heated kiss.
“Oh baby, you’re so not going to regret this.” I pushed her on my desk, her hair contrasting against the dark table.
(I’m not describing more, cuz it’ll probably not pass the review. I’m continuing the story after they do 18+ things.)
Carina Russo POV
I got up, breathless and wincing at the pain on my body. This man was truly a beast. I looked a him putting on his coat, deep in thought. I knew what he was thinking about.
“What the hell are we doing? Wasn’t this supposed to be a one time thing? ” I told him, trying to make my voice as unconcerned as possible.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that!?” He angrily looked at me, gold eyes shining. I looked at him in disbelief.
“Are you seriously blaming me? You…” I snarled and turned away from him,making sure my shoelaces were tied, and hair tame. I could see him in the mirror, running his hands through his just f*cked hair in frustation.
“Don’t you dare go out like that!” He shouted at me. I halted and looked back at him curiously.
“Why the f*ck do you care?” I scowled looking at my reflection in the walls. He was right, going outside would be disastrous. My neck had red marks, which would undoubtedly swell, my hair wouldn’t fool anyone either.
“Of course, you could go out and destroy your reputation.” He said sarcasm dripping from his stupid, beautiful mouth. I scowled at him, going into my office. I took out my safety clothes, the ones I kept just in case of an emergency. There was a full sleeved black turtleneck, black jeans, and a black cap.
I stripped and wore them quickly.
“Do you keep those so you can change after you f*ck some poor employee here?” That assholes voice came from behind me, something like jealousy in his voice.
“Of course not. Remember that trust fund princess who wanted to f*ck you? She spilt coffee all over me, on my first day. So I learnt to keep stuff here, so your girlfriends don’t have a chance to ruin my clothes.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
” Didn’t you empty a container of ice water on her hair for revenge? ” I smirked, I had been quite a rebel in those days.
“Maybe.” I shrugged laughing.