"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face.
"Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want,"
"So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact.
"You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze.
"What do you mean y-"
"Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm.
"Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine.
Shakespeare 
The course of true love never did run smooth

I watched the men before us as they continued to present their idea to Xavier, my father was doing much better resulting in us finally going back home, which I was thankful for. 


I watched as Xavier continued swiping through his phone uninterested, I lifted my leg slapping his under the desk, he looked up at me confused and I silently motioned to the men before us, he sighed turning to them.


This man didn't emit enough empathy, I was really considering him not being human, it would be the only sensible explanation for his actions. I watched as his eyes went down letting me know he was secretly on his phone, I rolled my eyes giving up watching as the men before us wrapped up their presentation.


Xavier stood up putting his phone his pocket, clearly not impressed. I looked over to the men whose hope was slowly vanishing.


"It's terrible, I don't like it, Amelia I h-" He started bluntly his head buried in his phone.


Chapter 32