I Hate You, Mr. Black

The next day, I was done with work and was about to go home but found him near my car, smoking casually.

Arching an eyebrow, I came closer.

"Ms. Morris." He said, taking off his glasses and resting his hands in his pockets.

"Mr. Black?"

I forced out a smile, gesturing to him to move out of the way so I could get in the car and leave as I had a show in the evening.

"I was just here to check up and tell you something."

"Yes, what is it?" I hummed.

Arching a brow when he stopped right before me, emitting dominance that dried my throat to wonder what I did wrong.

"Next time you see me outside work, don't meddle." He said with no hint of amusement.

Invading my personal space as I pressed myself on the car behind me when his tall and muscular form blocked my way, distressing me.

Yet I decided to remain stubborn and smirked teasingly in return, folding my arms at my chest to show I won’t submit easily.

“Why? Did I interrupt you again in your hunting zone to get laid?”

“Don’t interfere. Stay within your limits,”

He smirked back, leaning down, sending an unforeseen shiver down my spine while whispering enticingly that almost sounded like an offer.

"Unless you want to be in that girl's place."

"In. Your. Dreams."

Faking a venomous smile, I poked his chest with my fake nail, pushing him back, to remain within his boundaries.

Vanishing his smirk, he tilted his chin up, pointing his finger at me warningly.

“Exactly so listen carefully, woman, I will say this once. You are a good model and I am a good client. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Wow, acting as if I wanted any more or less.

“So don’t you dare to interfere with my life ever again, Marianne Morris, I don’t even want your shadow in my personal matters.”

My amusement vanquished too, glaring back at him with equal amount of resentment, declining to fall weak before him and snarled.

“So do I. And not even my personal life, but even now this is repulsive to me. I can’t stand a man like you, you know why?”

Grabbing his collar, I stared dead into his eyes, growling the undeniable truth right at his face.

“Because I hate you, Mr. Black,”

He was taken aback when I openly accepted my hatred for my Boss.

Pushing him out of my way, after making this point crystal-clear, I left.

Oh shit. What have I done!?

I hope he hadn’t told Byron what I said. If he did, Byron would get so furious. I didn’t want him to leave me, he was there with me forever, he knew everything.

Without him, I would be ruined.

For the upcoming shoot, I tried to remain calm, checking my phone from time to time if he texted or not. It seemed like Mr. Black hadn’t told him about my daring statement… yet.

“Huff, snap out of it, Marianne,”

Muttering under my breath, I went inside my vanity and saw Mr. Black standing right before me.

The second I entered, he placed his hand across from me, slamming the door shut as his tall form was over mine, sending an unnerving shiver to my core.

“Hate me, hmmm?”

Using his deep tone, he induced instant discomfort at our proximity. Thanks to my heels, I was just on his level which didn’t help at all so I pressed myself harder against the cold door.

“What- What are you doing in my vanity?”

“Nothing, just here to warn you,”

I was about to shift my head to not create a link with his eyes but he held my chin strictly, forcing me to stare into his dominance, requiring nothing but submission from me.

“If you dared to deliberately ruin my show or my upcoming brand just because of this damn hatred,”

Without a warning, he brought our faces dangerously closer, warning me in a growl.

“I will make you sure you pay hell for it, Marianne,”

I ended up holding my breaths back to find such seriousness for me but controlling my falling composure, I curled my hand in a fist, utilizing my remaining strength and hit his chest with a growl.

“I am here to work, Sir, I don’t mix personal feelings with professional ones,”

“Good, but we will see about it later,”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled back, setting his cuffs, enhancing his superiority, staring dead into my soul with a clenched jaw.

“If you are done with your warning. Leave,” I hissed, opening the door.

Not bothering to glance back, he walked away as I watched him disappear from my sight and cursed.

“Fuck you,” Thankfully, it didn’t reach him.

I wouldn’t deny, his words pierced through me.

This project wasn’t his dream only, it was mine too. I was placing all my expectations, my hopes on this.

Growling under my breaths, I slammed the door shut, muttering under my breath.

“How dare he think like this? If I wanted to destroy him, a fake allegation would be all it takes for me to dethrone him.”

I had zero controversies, I had the most innocent and clean image, they would consider my lie a truth too.

But, no, he had to come and implant the bomb of his dominance, especially in my presence.

He would fall from the sky one day with this demeanor.

“I wonder if emotions cross a man like him.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I decided to not let his actions ruin my break and was waiting for my team to return and the second they did, Byron asked.

“What did he say? What did you do this time, Mari?”

Acting oblivious, I shrugged my shoulders, “Nothing. He came to talk about the shoot. Nothing serious,”

“Oh, that’s good,” He sighed in relief.

“Anyways, let’s go. Your shot is ready,”

“Okay, coming,”

Sighing, trying not to entangle myself with him or his disturbing talks, I reached the set.

Today, we had to pose for the promotional banners.

Me and my best friend, Misty, were supposed to be a pair as we were regarded as the most powerful pair.

Due to our friendship, people adored watching us being together in shows.

Misty was also a supermodel and came from an extremely high-status bloodline, no one dares to cross her or displease her.

And since I was an ‘outsider’ she favored me a lot and helped me almost every time I got into trouble.

“Huff,” I groaned, joining Misty who was leaning against the column, grabbing something to drink while smoking monotonously.

Her seductive oceanic blue eyes were capable of capturing any heart, her black hair was straight, long and lustrous. Her features were undeniably enchanting.

“What happened now?”

She chuckled when we were done, crushing her cigarette so I won’t be uncomfortable. I smiled when she did this for me.

Sometimes, I wanted to smoke, do drugs too but I was afraid.

Not because I was afraid of becoming an addict.

But… Anthony used to do them and I saw what those did to him, how inhumane he became due to them.

I didn’t want the same outcome- Death.

“What else could it be?” I muttered, sitting beside her.

“Well, whose dream was it? ‘I will do anything to work for Mr. Black,’ remember?” She mimicked, laughing to herself.

I looked back and saw Mr. Black with other models, complimenting them for their hard work, praising every single person except me.

It sometimes pinched me too hard. Was I not good enough? Was it not up to his par? Why couldn’t he just compliment me like everyone else?

But, realizing he loved downgrading me too much, and for that sake, he won’t- which was disheartening to be honest- but, leave it.

Shaking my head, I turned back to Misty.

“Who knew he would treat me like this?”

“As if you love him,”

“He doesn’t deserve it,” I put my hands up, whining to myself,

“Argh, Is he going to be here everyday, Misty?”

The second I said it, having the worst luck, the devil himself was behind me, cutting me with his stern tone.

“Is that a problem?”