Marrying my high school bully

Lorraine

The annoying blonde haired lady barged into the training room with a scowl donned on her face. “I’ve always known that women with innocent faces were more deadly than the devil, but I didn’t know that you’d be the one to prove it to me.” Emilia fired, interrupting my training session.

I willed myself to clamp my lips shut because of my unstable temper that resulted from the brief moment of foolishness I displayed earlier on at home.

My mind was still reeling in shock at how I’d let him touch me so intimately. For Christ’s sake, my body shouldn’t be betraying me this way. I shouldn’t even have a soft spot for him.

“What do you want?” I snapped at her, causing her to flinch.

At least, my response was doing something to bring her down from the high horse she rode on.

She chuckled, tsking her tongue as she tilted her head to the side. “What is your relationship with Dexter?” She went straight to the point which I liked.

But how on earth did she get the hint that Dexter and I had something to do with each other? I didn’t need to think about my answer twice since it was as clear as crystal.

“The same relationship you have with him,” I replied drily, “Is there any problem with that?” I really enjoyed how snappy my tone was, if she was sensible enough, she would know that I wasn’t enjoying the conversation and leave me alone.

She burst out laughing immediately, her voice loud enough to distract others who threw brief glances at us.

“You think that if I knew that it was the only relationship you had with him I’d be asking questions?” The traces of laughter had disappeared.

Since Stella wasn’t around, I had the liberty of taking a break whenever I wanted and this seemed to be the perfect time to break away from her or I’d break her annoying blonde little head.

I stepped out of my training shoes and adjusted the blocks to the side. “You can think whatever you want, Emilia. It’s all in your head.”

Picking up my phone which was the only valuable asset I brought to work, I made a move to walk away but she caught me by the wrist and held me firmly.

I didn’t bother talking as I fixed her one of the scariest glares I could come up with. Her grip loosened with her lips slightly parted. How she felt wasn’t my business but it made me feel good.

Being in the same room with her while my mind subconsciously drifted to the short moment I had with Dexter this morning once in a while caused me some discomfort, so I headed towards the entrance of the building to relax.

The facade had beautiful aesthetics which consisted of colourful and nicely scented flowers that were meticulously trimmed to eliminate negative feelings even if it was just for a short while.

I waved at the middle aged greeter who was diligently doing his job with a bright smile, then allowed my gaze to wander around the building.

Dexter really had good taste. The driveway was built to perfection and the ground was layered with Terracotta tiles, giving it a prominent look. The first time I came here, I was nearly swept away by the sight of the gigantic building but looking at it again with more concentration, I appreciated Dexter’s pulchritudinous style and quest for excellence.

After deciding that I’d had enough break, I dragged in a deep breath and headed for the revolving door.

I went in, distracted by the hustle and bustle of the staff downstairs. They looked serious and busy in their suits, reminding me of my former job.

Due to my temporary distraction, I didn’t see that someone was walking towards me. I bumped into him, missing a step as I closed my eyes and awaited the loud thud that would resonate from the contact between my ass and the floor.

The sound didn’t come, instead I felt strong lanky arms snaking around my waist, keeping me balanced until I was able to regain my composure.

“Are you alright?” His light baritone voice jerked me out of my reverie immediately.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I straightened my blue dress, my cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry for bumping into you. I hope I didn’t cause any inconvenience to you?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t sense the nervousness in my voice.

He smiled warmly at me, setting my tad bit scared heart at ease. “Of course you weren’t. I’m just happy that I was able to stop you from falling. That would have caused a real embarrassment.” He rumbled.

Being short of words to respond to him, I raked through my hair. “Thank you very much. I’d make sure that this never happens again.”

“I’ll count on that.” He agreed and walked away briskly.

Woof!

That was a huge one. The anger that was simmering within me earlier had gone with the wind and now I was ready to practice intensely as the date for the mini runway show drew closer.

Again, I bumped into a hard rock-no-it was a human being with hard lines formed on his face. His arms were folded, his expression so stern I nearly backed away but it would seem childish so I stayed put, returning his stoic gaze with a nonchalant one.

“Have you added another duty to your position by being my bodyguard?”

He kept staring at me with that unreadable stare I hated. “I didn’t know that you enjoyed the arms of any other man that wasn’t me.”

I’d have slapped him if we weren’t in his work place which would lead to tongues wagging and maybe a small scandal. “Whoever I’m with is none of your business, Dexter. What do you want?” I shot at him.

He tugged his hands into his pants, his soft lips which did a good job in messing with my senses this morning curved into a smirk. “Let’s go on a date. We have a lot of things to talk about.”