The CEO's Kryptonite - S01 E25

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The CEO's Kryptonite - S01 E25

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Alex

That fucking bitch.

I sat in bed wide awake with a cup of tea in one hand, and Mr. Whiskers (my stuffed teddy) in the other.

Why did I name my stuffed teddy bear Mr. Whiskers you might be wondering?

It's a very long misunderstood story.

A story for another night.

The story that we'll be focusing on tonight is a very different story. This one involves no teddy bears... but rather, one Christian fucking Ivanov.

One hour earlier...

"Thank you." Christian whispered again after some time. I was going to respond, most likely tell him that it really was no problem, but Christian didn't give me the chance to.

He instead did something completely unexpected...

He closed the distance between us, and connected his lips to mine.

My body completely froze as his lips grazed mine. It all happened so quickly, I wasn't even sure if it was really happening or if I was dreaming it. It was just a peck, but when he pulled away, I found myself wanting to pull him down to me again. To make sure I understood that this was really happening and I wasn't imagining it...

...for research purposes of course.

When he did pull away moments later, his eyes found mine. His were still calm and collected, however there was an intensity to them. They bore into mine as he stared down at me.

I'm sure I had to look fucking mental as my body refused to move a single inch. My feet felt like they were placed in cement.

"Goodnight, Alex." He whispered to me, before pulling away completely. He slipped his hands casually into the pockets of his dress pants, then he turned around and left me.

Still standing frozen at my door.

Staring at his back as it disappeared down the corridor.

I was at a complete loss of words, thoughts, brain cells, you fucking name it. I hadn't managed to move a single inch from where I stood, until the door across the hall from me opened up. Mrs. Penelope was standing there with her cat bundled up in her arms.

"What a lovely young man you got yourself, Alex! I don't mean to pry- I was setting some canned food out for Darla here when I heard all the commotion through the door. These walls are awfully thin, you know. Anyways I ended up taking a peep through this little peep hole right here and that's when I saw you with that lovely young man and I just-"

"Goodnight Mrs. Penelope." I said with one of the most awkward smiles I've ever given anyone, then I hurried up and entered my apartment before she could say anything else.

STORY CONTINUES BELOW

That woman was on a whole new plane of weird.

Fast forward about thirty minutes of intense pacing, and now we were here:

Sitting wide awake in bed with a cup of tea in one hand, and Mr. Whiskers clutched tightly in the other, as I called my boss a fucking bitch.

Why was he a fucking bitch?

Because it was now steadily moving on to two o'clock in the morning, and the thought of sleeping hadn't even crossed my mind. I had to be up in a few hours, but instead, my mind replayed that kiss like it was the ending scene of Aquamarine (Yes, I absolutely loved that movie. It was a classic and so ahead of its time).

My mind went absolutely mental with thoughts. Maybe it was a "thank you" kiss? Was that a thing? It didn't sound like a thing. Maybe that was just custom to his culture? No no no this was... different.

I glanced down at my phone.

Not a single text from Christian had come in tonight.

That bastard was probably knocked the fuck out by now, dreaming of buying more property or whatever the fuck it was that rich people dreamt about.

And here I was, wide awake, losing sleep over Christian fucking Ivanov.

Christian

Here I was, wide awake, losing sleep over Alexander fucking Hamilton.

I stared at the light structure that hung overhead from my ceiling. It was a bunch of lightbulbs connected to wire that were intricately spread out. I never really realized how nice it was. My mother designed the entire interior of this home, so that I felt a little more "at home." I hadn't really felt that way until now, when I remembered the same light structure was in my bedroom as a kid.

Why hadn't I noticed that before?

Most likely because it never took this long for sleep to find me.

I felt an arm snake around my torso. Her hand was cold as all hell and it made me shiver in a not so good way.

"Bridge?" I called out to the figure laying next to me. She sort of gave me a mumbled reply. "Bridge?" I called again.

"What, Chris?" She replied. My body visibly cringed at that.

I hated when people abbreviated my name to Chris. It was Chris-tian. If you're too lazy to say both syllables, don't say the name at all. After she started calling me Chris, I started calling her Bridge.

She absolutely hated it, and would argue that Bridget wasn't meant to be abbreviated. Well neither was fucking Christian so.

"Are you up?" I asked.

"I am now." She replied.

"Great. Could you get up and do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Could you get up and leave?"

That made her turn around and whip her head towards me. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Leave. Like you know, gather your things and walk out through the door adjacent to my living room." I continued.

"Chris, I really don't have the patience for your games right now." She snapped, and was about to head back to bed, but I snapped back before she could.

"I'm serious. I'm ending whatever the hell this is."

She looked at me like I had lost it. Ironically, this was probably the most sane decision I had made throughout this entire relationship. The most mental one was the decision I made to ask her out. "And why the fuck are you doing that?" She questioned.

"Because just the sound of your voice brings on a migraine. All you do is spend my money and hog all the sheets at night. The sex isn't even that great." I added. I could see the many emotions running their course, but the one that stuck was anger.

"You piece of shit!" She shrieked at me as she threw the covers back and got out of bed. My main bedroom lights were turned on, temporarily blinding me. "You think you can do whatever whenever all the goddamn time!" She continued as she threw open one Louis Vuitton bag and started shoving her clothes into it.

"Hold up. Leave the bag. You can use a trash bag or one of those plain suitcases." This girl wasn't about to take off with an entire designer set too.

Rage flashed across her face. I thought that for a second she was going to leave all her clothes, but she instead grabbed one of my empty black suitcases and filled it up to its capacity. Throughout this entire ordeal, she never once stopped hurling insults my way.

"You know why I hog the covers Chris? Because I'm cold. It's a gentleman's job to keep his woman warm. It gets a little chilly dealing with your icy attitude all the fucking time!"

I had followed her out into the hallway and down the stairs. All the lights in the home were now on, and Nathaniel was sitting at my bar, with a drink. "Everything alright, sir?" He asked me. It looked like he was about to get up, but I signaled for him to remain seated.

"Enjoy your drink Nathaniel, don't worry about this."

"And you know what?" Bridge asked as she stopped at the entrance of my home. "The dick was trash. Abso-fucking-lutely trash! Who has sex like once a week? Who? WHO? When they're dating this? All of this?"

"Once a week was generous." I mumbled to myself. I heard Nathaniel muffle his laugh. Bridge just got more infuriated.

"Fuck you, Chris! Seriously fuck you!" She shouted from the top of her lungs as she wheeled her luggage outside.

"It's fucking Christian!" I called out to her before slamming the front door shut.

God, that had felt wonderful. I pulled out my phone and did one last thing for that woman: I ordered her an Uber.

When I turned back around to face Nathaniel, he was now behind the bar pouring a second drink. There was one set on the table for me. "Have a seat, sir." He motioned to me.

I gave him a smile as I sat down. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, sir. Should I ask what that was about?"

"Let's just say you won't have to hear that shrieking voice call you Nate ever again."

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