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I Hate You, Mr. Black

" I can’t stand a man like you, you know why?” Grabbing his collar, I stared dead into his eyes, growling the undeniable truth right at his face. “Because I hate you, Mr. Black,” *********** Erich Black, the hot billionaire, dominating the fashion industry, was looking for a source of entertainment. And he found the perfect target for it. The ruler of hearts, Marianne Morris. The supermodel with no controversies, a tempting appearance and ‘hates’ him. All according to his check-list to kill time. Marianne Morris knew the billionaire playboy is too tempting to resist. So what if he is her hot boss? This was wrong! Especially when she hates him. Subsequently, they made the biggest mistake of their lives and started working on a project together. Where scandals were going to rise, hearts were going to shatter, patience was going to be tested, their destruction was chasing them with thundering speed. Let’s see who will break first. Marianne’s resistance or his dark intentions.
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Chapter 4

Everyone could feel the rage emitting from me. Although my chin was high in pride, the scar he managed to inflict by winning thrice was unbearable.

One day, I will show that asshole.

“Happy now?” Byron frowned but ignoring his call, I merely pushed my hair behind, acting as if nothing happened and walked forward.

“Let’s go now,”

They were all staring as the sound of my heels stopped, features hardened as I growled, “Didn't you hear me? Let’s go!”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am,”

Panicking at my loud call, they all followed as the shoot started and I poured all my efforts into my work, not permitting someone’s determination to degrade me to lessen my confidence.

This industry won’t break me nor will I let it.

I had attained this position with extreme efforts. Him or his petty attempts won’t throw me to the ground.

“Beautiful!” Our photographer called, clapping as we were done for today.

As usual, I looked exquisite and I won’t deny, the dress was designed delicately. Mr. Black had surely laid his hands on a talent.

“Who is the designer of the dresses? It’s not Mr. Black, that I know for sure,”

“No one knows. Mr. Black didn’t tell anyone yet. He got the designs and ordered to prepare them,”

“I see.”

All the robes were made exquisitely, as if someone popped a dress of imaginations into reality. But, was it him? If someone else, then who?

At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got an exclusive order for a royal figure too.

“He says his brand is going to be formal-only.” Our photographer said playfully.

I smirked, “I can tell. Look at this dress, I had never seen such delicacy before. Who is the mastermind?”

“Let’s find out. He had to tell us sooner or later,”

“Of course,”

“Well, that’s none of our concern, Mari,” Byron interrupted, gesturing to me to leave.

“Oh, Okay,”

I was honestly intrigued because I was absolutely in love with the few designs shown to me. After the launch, it would definitely be among my most favourite brands.

“Your turn, Zoe,”

“Right there,”

She came and waved at me, she was my fellow model and we had no hostility… yet.

“Great work as always, Marianne,”

“Well, let’s rock this project too,” I waved back.

“Sure!”

After being done, I went back to my vanity and could feel the stress building in me due to the glare from my dear manager.

“I can’t believe it, after reminding you over and over again, you still found a chance to get on his nerves, Mari,” He growled, pinching his nose to show his frustration.

“What did I do? I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be late,”

“Just, please, don’t ruin this chance this time,”

“... Okay,”

Forming my lips in a thin line, I nodded, taking a seat, trying not to get this horrible day to get to me.

But, the way Mr. Black had humiliated me by not coming to sign the contract, by his voicenote, and then warning me before everyone, I won’t forget it.

He will pay one day!

Huff, nonetheless, the rest of the days were fine. He wasn’t there after all. Soothed in his absence, I was indulging in my work to the core.

Until one day, I arrived and saw the emerald-eyed bastard hovering over Zoe, trapping her on the wall with his one hand above her and the other tracing on the side of her face.

“Well, well, where are you going? I believe there is time for your turn,”

Trapped in the spell of his enticement, hearing his husky tone halted my steps too and before I could realize, I was staring at them.

Holding her chin, he lifted it to ensure she doesn’t break the intense eye-contact and I knew, resisting those shimmering eyes was impossible.

Her face glowed, placing her hand over his heart, melting in his temptation, pressing herself against him as she asked seductively.

“So tell me, what can I do for you, Mr. Black?”

“What is in your capabilities, My Dear?”

Chuckling, he kissed her neck, leading it down to her shoulder and without a warning, pressed her body into his.

My mouth gapped at how he was allowed to do that, so openly, so perfectly.

The way his fingers trailed on her spine, it made me shiver.

But, he was the Boss, the pillar of the fashion industry, and let’s be honest, we all need his favor.

“What if someone sees?”

“So? Who can stop me?”

His lips were so close to hers and fortunately Byron dragged me out of my stunned state by pulling my arm.

Remembering I was shamelessly staring at an intimate pair, I averted my gaze with a blush but then a mischievous idea struck me.

Before he could proceed, just to ruin his fun, I stepped forth with a smirk, faking a cough, breaking his rhythmic moment that brought a scowl on his handsome features.

“Ahem, Mr. Black.”

Zoe gasped, giving me an apologetic look that I won’t think wrongly of her and tried to move back but she was caged between his muscular arms.

“I expect to see you soon, Dear.”

He whispered to her before letting her go finally and turning to face me, resting his hands in his pockets with a teasing smirk.

He understood I did this just to piss him off.

“I thought we were here to work and I am on time today,” I said sourly, trying to hold myself.

“We are but I got bored, and thought about indulging myself in something else.”

His low husky tone came, taking a step closer but not wanting to be in the same position as Zoe, I put my hand in between.

I had my boundaries set up straight, I won’t give into the charms of this playboy, I won’t let him take advantage of me.

“Well, we are here to work not to be a toy- Oh, sorry, you don’t see us beyond puppets,” I glared, hating his personality which could sway anyone.

‘I bet he could never love anyone.’ I thought outrageously, pushing my hair behind and turned to leave.

“You sure don’t fancy me, do you?”

To my insensitive remark, he just chuckled, coming after me.

“I don’t intend to be like every other woman you have met. What can you do anyways other than lusting?” I replied coldly, forcing out a smile as we went inside.

“Well, if lust is a sin, so is pride. In that case, aren’t we the same, Marianne? Sinners?”

My mouth gaped, stopping instantly and turned only to bump into his toned chest. Lifting my gaze, I found him smirked devilishly at me, indicating he did this to get my attention.

Because he and me, same? Using ‘we’ for us? LIKE HELL!

“You-” I growled.

Glaring at him to which he flashed an alluring smirk, caressing a strand of my hair between his index finger and thumb.

“Careful, if you get too close, you will drown in me,”

Whispering seductively, he inhaled my scent, inducing a strange sensation in me which I absolutely hated.

Curling my hand in a fist to control myself, I moved back immediately, creating distances as I should.

“I have my shoot, Mr. Black,”

“Sure, go ahead, I am not holding you here, am I?”

Glaring at him for the next few seconds, I scoffed and walked away.

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