Chapter 19 No?

Jasmine Everly's P O V 

"Everything?!" I repeated his words in anger, clinching my hand to control them, and then burst out. 

"Here, redo it," he said, getting back to his work. 

I took a sigh and walked up to his seat and picked up the cup, asking, "How do you like your coffee, Mr. Danovan?". 

"Black coffee," he replied like it was nothing, and I stopped for a second, looking at him while clinching the cup in anger. "Why didn't you tell me that before, Mr. Danovan?". 

"Why didn't you ask that before, Ms. Everly?" he replied with a smile, making me even more angry. 

He is doing it to piss me off! 

I really feel like throwing this coffee at his face. 

"What are you looking at?" he asked, raising his head to look at me. 

I didn't reply and turned around to that small room with a sigh, whispering, "Clam down, Jasmine, clam down. Everything is under control." 

I made him a black coffee and was about to add sugar but stopped and thought, "What if he rejects this again because it is too sweet...? Then I have to do it again, but if he asks for sugar, then I can just add it the next time, right?". 

I took a sigh and walked up to him, placed it on his desk, and replied, "Here is your black coffee, Mr. Danovan."

He took the coffee from the desk and took a sip, then raised his eyes to stare at me, saying, "It's so bitter.".

"Oh, didn't you ask for black coffee?" I asked innocently, while laughing in my heart. 

He deserves that.

"Make it sweet," he said, his eyes looking dead in my eyes. 

Why do I feel like I messed up? 

"Okay..." I replied, taking the coffee from the table and walking back to the same room. I added a cube of sugar and mixed it. 

Then I brought that to him, confident in myself that he wouldn't say anything. 

I placed this coffee on the table, saying, "Here, Mr. Danovan.". 

He took a sip and raised his head to look at me, saying, "Too sweet.". 

This! This! This is pissing me off! 

"But I only mixed one cube of sugar!" I said it in frustration. 

What the hell is his problem?! 

"Change it," he said with a smile, trying to piss me off. 

"Fine!" I replied through my clinched teeth in anger.

Then I went back to make another with a half cube of sugar.

He rejected it again and even changed the coffee type because he doesn't like it now. 

Then I made another type, 

He rejected it again. 

Again!

Again!

I am so fucking angry that I wanted to dump all these coffees on his head and shout, "Don't matter how many cups of coffee you drink! Your brain won't grow because I doubt that it is actually there!"

I feel good after shouting at him inside my heart! He deserves that!

I don't even remember how many times I made it! He asked me to redo it so many times.

"Here, Mr. Danovan," I said, placing the cup lazily, almost forgetting my real job, and is turning into his personal coffee maker. 

"This is good," he said, sipping the coffee. 

My eyes brightened with pure shock and bliss. I got a steady stand from the lazy one. 

"Really?!" I asked, excited and smiling at myself for finally cracking the code for his secret coffee, but the only problem here is that..... I don't remember what I did at the end. 

But I am happy anyway, because now I can go back to work. 

Then I walked back to my seat, remembering something, and stopped on my way and turned to him, asking, "Mr. Danovan, you didn't mention anything on the contract about my break time, so when can I take that?". 

He looked confused for a second before saying, "Anytime you want."

"Oh, okay, thanks," I said with a sigh, and I walked back to my seat, feeling much better. 

I sat down, taking my rough designs, which now started to piss me off because now I can't remember most of my ideas! Everything is because of him!

That bastard!

I took a sigh, trying to calm myself down, and started to create something new from scratch while keeping my other rough design on the other side. 

"Mr. Everly, can you..." 

Before he could finish, I got up from my seat and said with a smile, "Mr. Danovan, I think I am so tired and hungry, so I am going to take a break. You can enjoy your work on your own without any disturbance!". 

I am not making that coffee again! Not only coffee, anything now! 

He looked at me like I was stupid or like he saw a devil, but I ignored everything and just walked out of the room before saying, "Have a great time working, Mr. Danovan.". 

Then I took a long breath of relief. This guy has actually traumatized me right now. 

I was about to walk to the elevator, but then I remembered that I am not the employee here, so I don't know if I could eat in the cafeteria, so I went back and opened the door a little and saw him concentrating on his work. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Danovan, I have something to ask," I asked politely. 

He raised his eyes to look at me, pissed, without saying anything. 

"Ah.... I am not an employee here, but I can have lunch in the cafeteria with other of your employees, right?" I asked, confused.

I thought he wouldn't mind, but who knows? He will do everything to pick on me, so I should ask before going down.

He won't say no, right-...?

"No!" He said it with a straight face, which almost made me still on the way. 

He is too much! I hate him more than anyone in the whole world!

"But..." I closed the door, almost slamming it, but I didn't, and I walked off.