AMELIA'S POV

"WHAT?!" He snapped which caused me to stop my laugh abruptly but when I looked at him, I began laughing again.

Please someone help! I can't control myself.

Layla glared at me and then after so much effort I was able to stop. I leaned into the couch with my forefinger on my lips.

"Oopsie Lilies, I am dead." I snicker.

Layla reached into her bag and took out a small mirror. Walking over to him, she sighed and brought the mirror in front of his face.

Just then his eyes widen and he started rubbing his face angrily with his both hands which caused the gloss to spread on his face making his face even red.

I heard laughing from behind. Madeleine and Dwayne both were laughing.

"Shit." He removed the mirror from his face and looked over me where I was now giggling.

I just shrugged and crossed my arms in front of my chest triumphantly.

"Madeleine let's go." I said as I grabbed her hand, "Good bye Dwayne."

"See you tomorrow." Dwayne replied and began laughing again. I felt presence behind me. I looked back at the entrance of kitchen and there I saw that same pregnant lady smiling at me.

I smiled back at her.

I hastily reached the doors and turned around to see Alarick still glaring at me and he almost looked like he was going to kill me. I just made a sad face by jutting my lower lip out and then grinned widely leaving the house closing the door behind me.

Now that was the real fun!

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I whirled around in my seat as I finished my twenty-seventh design.

"Finally. All done." I got up and left my room to get the designs approved by the devil. It had been two days since my artwork incident and tomorrow's Saturday. The day I am going to leave to face my worst nightmare. Greece.

Let me tell you one thing. Mr. Always Angry is very angry at me for doing stunts on his face and is always throwing daggers at me whenever he sees me.

I knocked on his doors and entered the room. He was sitting in his chair staring at the wall in front of him. I cleared my throat and his head snapped towards me.

"Hi." I grinned.

I placed the file in front of him and stepped back rubbing my palms on my skinny jeans. He took the file and began ogling at my work.

At the same time, I was ogling at him. He is the epitome of perfection. I can't deny that. I never thought someone could be this perfect. Chocolate brown eyes with sharp jawline which could even cut through glass. Perfectly built, not too bulky not too muscular. He knows how to be perfect.

He closed the file after few minutes and put it inside his drawer.

Did he just approve all of my designs?

A wide grin spread over my face at the realization. And a devilish idea popped into my mind.

"Really? I thought you were going to reject them." I squealed and then added, "FYI, you just saved yourself from a great trouble."

He was looking at me with amusing yet full of rage eyes.

"What do you mean?" He said furrowing his brows.

I grinned mischievously and took my phone out of my back pocket.

"I would have uploaded this on YouTube if you had rejected them," I opened my gallery and opened his picture with all those red spots and spectacular moustache.

I smirked and showed him the picture.

Anger was all over his face. He looked like a tomato not because of embarrassment but from anger. And that was my cue.

"Oh no."

Run! Run! Run!

I turned around and dashed to the door. My hand was inches away from the doorknob when I was flipped around and shoved into the wall hard.

He pinned my hands to the wall and looking straight into my eyes, he seethed,

"DELETE.IT.RIGHT.NOW."

His lips were few inches away from me and his minty breath was fanning my face. I could even see the little freckles on his face.

He can't just order me around. My grip tightened on the phone and mustering up all my courage I snapped back,

"No."

His eyes darken and he tightened his grip on my wrists and a whimper left my mouth.

Shit. It's gonna bruise.

His eyes were now on my lips. I felt blush crept into my cheeks and I stiffened.

"Let me go." I stated curtly but it caused him to press me further into the wall. I gasped at the sudden contact of our bodies. Only thin linings of clothe was separating us now.

"Delete the photo."

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Cliffhaaangerrr!

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Till the next time,

-Shanza.