AMELIA'S P.O.V

I groaned as the stupid alarm blared right into my ears.

"Ughh stop shouting you little piece of poop!" I quickly stopped the alarm and lazily sat up on the bed. I looked at the clock and it was 6:30 Am.

I am going to be late!

I rushed into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Thank God I took a shower at night. Putting on my black skinny jeans and gray tank top, I put on my black heels and grabbed my bag and left the building.

During the taxi ride, I quickly put on some mascara and dabbed little red lipstick on my lips. I left my bright red locks down.

Passing through the revolving doors of the building, I went inside the elevator. I checked my watch and it was exact 7:00. Which means I am not late on this special Monday morning. I hate Mondays so very much. But I still can't overpass that smile of the jerk of my boss from yesterday. Its stuck in my head.

I can't believe he smiled at me. Heck he even said sorry for Saturday. I think he looks cute when he smiles though. But I don't think he is fond of looking cute.

The ping sound of the elevator brought me out of my short reverie. I stepped out of the elevator and saying a quick hi to Bianca I entered my room.

I took all the designs out of my bag. Yesterday, instead of making kids write a poem I let them help me with the paints of walls because they were getting bored writing poems about each other.

Leaving my room and knocking on the big double doors, I entered his so very big room.

"Hi." I said as I walked towards his table. He looked up for a millisecond and averted his gaze back to his laptop but then suddenly his eyes snapped back at me and he eyed me up and down.

Really? Is he checking me out?

"Hi?" I said again and he looked right into my eyes and a shiver ran down my spine. His eyes showed anger.

Okay then! Mr. Always Angry is back!

I placed the file down at the table. He examined them and closed it abruptly. I frowned.

"Are they-"

"They are fine. Get back to work." He dismissed me.

"Can't you be normal for a while?!" I asked with a very serious expression. I am really done with his attitude. Sometimes I feel like I am his servant! And please I'm not his servant or something! For god sake, I'm his employee. And I don't take such an attitude even if its from my boss.

He stood up and in instant he was right in front of me and this time really close. My breath hitched at our proximity. I tried to step back but the table was right behind me. I was trapped. His minty breath was fanning my face and his masculine scent was lingering around my nose.

Like musk and spicy cardamom?

"Oopsie daisies! I-"

"No. Listen to me close. I will not tolerate you anywhere near me. I am letting you here just because I need a designer and I don't have much time to waste. Otherwise I would have thrown you out of this window the first day you stepped in this building." He was now breathing heavily. It was clear that he was controlling himself. And as on cue, I drew a sharp breath controlling my own anger bubbling inside of me.

"Mean. You're so mean. I was trying to be on good terms with you but I think you are too fond of messing with me. Can you tell me why do you hate me so much?! What have I done?" I asked pushing him a little with my hands but he didn't budge. He smirked and his next words caught me off guard,

"I don't think it's the right time, Miss. Rebecca Torres."

I gulped audibly and pushed him back with even more force but he pressed himself on me with his hands on the table on my either side, trapping me completely.

"W-What do you....mean?" I stuttered.

"You don't remember me Rebecca, do you?" He smirked again and I just wanted to wipe that smirk off his beautiful face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said looking straight into his eyes.

"Don't worry. You'll find out soon." He said as leaned back and grabbed my hand in his steel grip as he began walking towards the doors.

"Who are you?" I said as I halted in my steps and so did he.

He eyed me up, "You really don't remember? How pathetic of you. I am sure you're still whoring around, aren't you?"

"Tell me who are you?!" I yelled but he didn't listen and threw me out of the room.

"What the hell?!" I mumbled to myself.

How does he know me?

Who's he?!

I can't remember any Alarick.

Alarick Knight.

Alarick.

ALARICK!

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