I Hate You, Mr. Black

Despite the privileges as an Obsidian model, the protocol, absolutely scrumptious treatment, the only thing that bothered me was my Boss.

Him and his ways to piss me off were just… intolerable. The days where Mr. Black weren’t present during the shoot were absolutely lavishing.

Subsequently, in order to shift my mind off from him, Zoe and I decided to hang out. We were alone at a private party, hoping to pass time.

“You don't think I am a whore, right, Marianne?” Zoe asked hesitantly.

“I couldn’t care less about it, Zoe, I know how things work.” I reassured her, patting her back before converting my emotions into rage.

“Let it be corporate or here, some people think they can use people lower than them for their selfish desires. Money, power, it rules. It always did. Mr. Black is another example of another pig who uses innocents,”

When I was speaking mindlessly, accidentally mixing my personal life in my words, Zoe cut me off.

“Marianne? I didn’t mean it like that. He… seduced me. I consented. I am not dating too so I thought it won’t be wrong…” She explained.

I frowned, “So you will throw yourself to anyone who will try to seduce you?”

“N-No, I-I,”

“We both know why you let him come near, Zoe. Let’s not cover up with a lie. And let’s be honest,”

Faking a smile, I rose from my seat, hitting her with the harsh truth.

“No matter how much you try to win his favor, you are not capable enough to replace me, or even Misty,”

Her jaw dropped.

“You are not a saint either, Marianne!”

I arched an eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Just because you have Byron and ‘HIS’ hand over your head, you fly high else you will be struggling like me too!”

Slamming her hand down, she was ranting but waving my hand in the air gracefully, I just ignored her. Not interested in those stupid talks.

I knew how I had reached this point, I knew how much I endeavored in order to gain this peace.

Her words couldn’t shake my core.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,”

Not bothering myself with her anymore, I decided to leave and empty my mind by clubbing. It had been a while since I went out and enjoyed myself.

I wanted to call a few friends but after what happened with Zoe, I wasn’t in the mood for some drama and decided to indulge in loneliness.

Entering the VIP section, I was humming to myself, using my phone while drinking, engrossed in my tiny world where there was no interruption.

No wrong statements, no glares, no hatred, no responsibility.

Just when I thought I had earned myself a reprieve, I heard a drunk woman beside me, taking her chance to the man next to hers.

"My, what a person like you is doing here alone?" She asked temptingly, putting her hand on his shoulder, leaning her body forward to him.

I smirked, intrigued to see where it would go until I heard the voice of the man.

"Probably waiting for your approach."

Oh, I could recognize this huskiness, the tone this bastard used just to lure women into the fog of his charms.

My jaw clenched, glancing over my shoulder and saw the handsome devil.

In a loose black shirt, a pendant around his neck along with black ripped jeans, looking irresistibly eye-catching in this attire.

Come to think of it, I had never seen him in casual clothes.

“How can you be lonely on this tempting night, Dear?”

He smirked back, kissing her wrist while making a strong eye contact with her. She smirked back as he pressed her body into his, smoothly placing her on his lap.

“Maybe waiting for a prince?” She giggled, poking his cheek.

“I can be, if you want me too,” He winked, placing a soft kiss on her neck, offering her his drink.

“Here, My Lady,”

Oh lady, that man will disappear the moment he will be done, you are making a mistake.

"By the way, I am-"

Before the girl could introduce herself, he pressed his thumb over her lips, clicking his head against hers as my grip on the glass tightened, glaring at them.

"Shh, Darling, what's in the name?"

He chuckled huskily, holding her chin, pulling his face closer to hers, absolutely submerged in the intensity of the moment.

"You sure are charming, you know."

She chuckled, completely resting herself against him, finishing the drink while running her fingers on the side of his face as he placed his lips upon hers without a warning.

My jaw dropped.

How could he do that so easily!? What about feelings!? What about connection!?

How indecent!

They kissed, his hands creeping on her leg, they both were immersed as one could predict all on their minds was lust. Nothing more existed.

Fucking playboy.

I glared at them with bitterness, I didn’t want him to continue.

So before those strong arms could lift her up and leave, I threw my glass on the ground.

“Oh–”

Breaking the kiss, they turned their head and he saw me right in front of him as I acted innocent.

“Sorry,”

“Don’t worry, we will get it cleaned up,” The bartender reassured me, offering me another drink.

“Thank you,”

Since we made eye contact, I went to greet him, observing them with visible discontent.

Her on his lap, kissing his neck, him gripping her thighs while smirking at me. Licking his lips to indicate he couldn’t care less about my existence and all of it was… unbearable.

"Ah, fancy seeing you here Ms. Morris."

“Miss Morris? You mean Marianne Morris?”

The woman on him blinked, regaining her senses for a moment and grinned, getting up immediately, ruining his mood.

"Oh my God, Marianne Morris! I can't believe the fashion diva is before me! Can I take a picture with you?"

“Sure,”

Her reactions showed she wasn’t from the upper-class because everyone in the VIP knew me already. Maybe she snuck in or someone’s guest. Who cares?

"I am a big fan."

"Thank you." I smiled at the girl before returning a glare at him, chugging the drink down to subdue the anger.

“And don’t you think you shouldn’t take advantage of an innocent, Mr. Black?”

“Don’t you think you shouldn’t interfere?” He growled, glaring at me to leave.

"I don't intend to disturb you anyways. Bye."

Rolling my eyes, I got back, not wanting to look at him and spoil my mood further. He had disgusted me enough.

"Do you know her?" The girl asked excitedly, turning to him.

"Ah, leave her, darling. Why don't we complete what she ruined?" he asked temptingly.

Holding her tenderly, rising from his seat, wrapping his hands around her neck to make sure she won’t look elsewhere.

He glared at me for ruining his moment but ignoring it he turned his attention back to the girl. I smirked. Serves him right.

‘I wonder what pleasure in contaminating himself is giving him? Why is he like this in the first place?’