Chapter 10

Sebastian Donovan's P O V

"Is that all? Do you think I am here just to listen to you blabber about this nonsense?" I slammed my palm on the table as I glared at the man in front of me.

"Bo... Boss, this is the plan." He whispered, wiping his sweat in nervousness as his eyes met mine. 

"So this nonsense is your great fucking plan for our Jastian's event?" I almost yelled as I glared at his trembling figure. 

"Sorry... Boss, we will improve the plan to your liking!" He tried to reassure me with a smile while picking up the files. 

I didn't reply and just got up from the seat and walked out of the meeting room, avoiding Ethan's eyes. 

He has been staring at me the whole meeting, and for some reason I know that he is running some stupid calculative things through his head.

He didn't even bite an eye on the guy or the plan that has been discussed or presented in the meeting. 

The thing is, he is responsible for the project! The project for Jastian's event was totally under his control.

I shook my head, knowing about him, and walked to the elevator, feeling his eyes behind my head the whole time. 

I ignored them and stepped inside the elevator while he did the same while giving me that bright smile.

He turned to me, his eyes brightening and his lips widening with a smile. 

I didn't change my face and asked, "What are you doing here? Don't you have any work to do?". 

"I have something important to ask you then to do those works!" He replied, getting closer with the same smiling face. 

"What's so fucking important than taking care of Jastian's event plans?! Don't you know it is one of the most important events of the year? " I asked in voice covering anger and a hint of displeasure. 

"Come on, dude, taking a few minutes of break doesn't change anything. I will take care of everything, but now, let's talk about something else," He said, getting closer to me with that stupid smile on his face. 

"I don't have anything to say! Get back to your work," I replied dry, turning to the screen and seeing that we are only on the 20th floor. 

"But I do! I have a lot of things to ask you!" He said, getting even closer, and I just rolled my eyes, not even biting my eyes at his crazy eyes. 

"You are someone who cares about the design and not the reputation or their status, which brought you to this high in such a short period of time, so why did you judge them even though their designs are good compared to the one in line?" He asked like an interviewer, trying to dig in. This crazy fucker's thoughts run deeper and wilder than any reporter. 

"I don't like them. Personal choice, you know," I replied, rolling my eyes, not even looking at him. 

"Come on, dude, just admit that you have a bad taste or .... Are you trying to drop this because of something... or someone?" As each word he said, his smirk widens with each step he takes to get closer. 

I know it! This fucker was trying to do something with his crazy head. 

I didn't change my reaction and just replied, "Think whatever comes to your crazy head."

Then I walk out of the elevator, leaving him. 

"Come on, my dear Sabastian! You can't do that to me! To your dear Ethan!" He shouted from the back, and I stopped on my way. 

What the hell is his problem? 

I saw two of those girls giggle as they started to whisper among themselves. 

I sighed and turned around to look at him making a sad face while running to me, saying "I didn't do anything! I was just trying to know the reason! Why are you mean?!". 

I took a sigh and looked at him, trying to hold my anger, asking, "What do you want?". 

"I just want you to respond!" He exclaimed, getting closer. 

"Fine, come with me!" I rolled my eyes, finally giving up. 

"Love you the most," he replied with a smile, almost too loud, and hugged me.

I stood there, not even moving a muscle, as I heard those girls' giggles increasing and whispering to each other while staring at us. 

I took both of his hands from my shoulder, pushed him away with a straight face, and turned around to go to my office. 

I don't understand why he loves to see all these crazy reactions from everyone. 

"Wait for me!" He calls back, walking towards me, and I ignore him completely as I walk to my office. 

He gave those girls one last smile before walking in and closing the door. 

I shook my head, getting frustrated by the way he behaves, but I will never ask those questions because he gets so fucking excited that he does it more often, and I can't handle that.

"What do you want?!" I asked, directly getting into the subject, so I could kick him back to his work. 

"The same thing! Do you have poor taste, or did you reject it just so you could avoid someone?" His lips widen with a smirk as he got closer while asking the same question.

"Someone? From that stupid studio? You must be dreaming!" I acted as if I didn't care as I sat in my seat. 

It might be hard for others to pass through his crazy eyes, but with the amount of time that I spent with him, I got good at it. 

He stares at me for a few minutes before his lips curl with a smile, saying, "Fine.".

My brows twisted in confusion as I didn't understand what was going on in his head, but I nodded. 

He could come back for more if I ask anything.

I went back to do my work with one thing in mind: "Never let this crazy fucker meet my Jasmine! I have to hide her in my room the whole day!".