Nick hired a private room in a co-working space facility located along Princess Street as his personal office on a three-month term which mostly meant for his dissertation writing. His dry cleaned suit was expected to be delivered to his personal office by 4,30 pm so I arrived early, getting myself ready in new black strapless top and denim mini skirt, so uncomfortable that I had constantly pulled down the edge that wedged between my bum cheeks as I strutted.

I sometimes hate it when Milla gets it right to everything that occurred in my life. Her hunch that Abs and I were a wrong combination turned out to be true and I want to trust on this one because I felt it too. I know Nick wants me but he doesn't show it maybe because he still thinks I have Abs on my mind. Regardless, I want Nick to tell me that I am beautiful like how he perceived Milla to be beautiful.

After collecting his suit, I marched straight to his office, passing through a row of cubicles and noticed that I finally got the attention I deserve by some guys at the cubicle. I hung the suit by the coat rack and texted Nick, 'Suits @ ur office. Xoxo'

He replied with just a letter 'K'.

He arrived an hour later to find me lounging on the sofa, greeting him with my girlish tone which he didn't respond. The scent of his Aventus left a trail, alluring me in.

"How was your day, love?" I pressed on.

"Okay," he mouthed softly, removing his down jacket and hung them on the rack. He went straight to his chair ignoring my existence and extracted his MacBook Pro from his Tom Ford bag before placing it on the laptop stand which was positioned on his desk.

"Are you hungry? I'm about to order UberEats," I suggested. But Nick didn't reply but to boot up his Macbook, eyes glued to the screen.

Frustrated by this reaction, I casted cursory glance at him while he resumed typing something on the keyboard with his long delicate fingers, gracefully tapping in fast tempo, like composing a song on a piano.

Tension crept in my nerve like he didn't care about my sudden change. His emotionless reaction made me stir vehemently with anger and lust at the same time, I just couldn't contain myself.

I got up from the sofa and walked behind him. His typing grew louder by every pressing keys as I approached near, like they were about to pop. As I bent forward wrapping my arms around him, he pushed them away in defiance.

He suddenly got up, hoisted me into the air without a warning. I panicked and disoriented as he dragged me across the room before aimlessly tossing me onto the sofa. My back hurts.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted in alarm.

"Have I not given you enough raise?" he asked heatedly. "Was the workload too much for you that you became retarded?"

My knees trembled in shock, unable to respond to my attempt of propping myself up on the sofa. Nick saw my struggles, moved forward and lifted me to the sofa before returning to the edge of the desk behind him. I looked down, pushing my long fringe that was covering my face to the back of my ear.

"Sit straight, please. Legs close," he ordered in his stern voice. "So, tell me. What the hell was that about? Are you on crack?"

"You tell me, you're the one loves sniffing them," I retorted.

"Don't test me, Zahida Jafri," Nick raised his voice. "You won't like it if I'm pissed off at you, you know that."

"I was just trying to flirt with you!" I blurted out, exasperated.

My confession had wiped the anger from his face. He creased his forehead, mouth half opened, trying to register to my every word but only managed to utter, "Huh?"

"I'd expect you to find me beautiful like one of your call girls," I confessed.

It took him a while to react to my statement but when he did, his confused scowl turned into a cynical grin.

"By cross dressing and becoming a drag?" his snickered, accidentally let out a short snort. "I don't find you beautiful, Zahida. I never was. But today, you just proved to me you're plain hideous..."

He was too overwhelmed to complete the sentence. He quickly covered his face with his hands, unable to contain his laughter as it grew louder in stages. Then, he laughed hysterically revealing his gap teeth. I never saw him laughing this hard, not even when he's drunk. I think I just broke Nick Pholadi.

"So, that's what it's all about? Trying to be my escort? Oh, Jesus! What the hell has Milla turned you into?" he gasped in between his laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I don't want to be your escort. I just want guys to treat me as equal as Milla or those Brazzers girls you dated," I defended.

"So, you're trying to get my approval? Okay, let me break this to you, sweetheart," Nick knelt in front of me, his eyes meet mine. "You're absolutely different from Milla and those girls. Which means you're not like them and you can never be one of them. Are we clear?"