A FIGHT OVER THE BOSS

I spring to my feet and stroll to her. Cheap, she said? Who is she calling cheap? Me? Like, a whole me? "Well, this cheap babe is the reason why you can't get Damian to even spare a glance at you, no matter your relentless efforts, bitch! You are nothing but a cheap, shameless, desperate, and hopeless attention seeker! How does that sound?" I mock back.


I have noticed her lust for Damian since the day I brought my resume. That elucidates her antagonism towards me. But if she is out to annoy me, then that makes two of us. At least for me, I am not throwing myself at someone who does not even notice me. I have Damian, and I even never thought I could have him. He loves me, while she does not? I pity her.

"Let us see if he will still continue fucking you after your shameless act today, bitch! There has never been a scandal here until today, and he doesn't entertain nonsense."

I see she knows him well, huh? Well, didn't she know he was here with me this whole time after the scandal? Didn't she see him fighting for me? Was she blind when he encompassed her in a hug in the open when Leo left? Did she also not see how he carefully and lovingly guided me back here? Does she have to suck even in the most open details? "But he loves me, darling. After the scandal, where am I? In his office, right? And he ordered food for me. That is how he sweetly cares for and loves me. Don't tell me you need someone to ring a bell for you to understand such open gestures," I mock.


She drops the pizza on the table, anger boiling red through her features. "Well, you are not the first one, you know. Just like anyone else, he will still toss you aside and come back to me, as always. Me, bitch!"

Okay. This bitch is getting on my ass now, and she is itching me badly. And so, on a very lighter note, because I don't want to entertain her one bit, they had a thing? Is that what she is insinuating here? He knacked this cheap, arrogant bitch? Ooh, come on, Damian! This was so below you, for fucks sake!


"What? You thought you were that special?" She decides to get on my nerves more. 'Damian Almeda does not do love. He gets a baby, fucks her to the core until he is bored and done, and ditches her like trash in a blink. He does not have relationships, so if you were thinking this nonsense that you have with him is heading somewhere, then yes. It is heading to the trash very soon. He will soon toss you off to the garbage he picked you up from, bitch! Where the hell did he pick you from anyway? You must have worked so hard to lure him into you, to the point of him giving you a top position in his company. What charm did you use?"

Forget all the other nonsensical nonsense she has ranted, but the first line makes me want to laugh my ass in the face of this oblivious bitch. He does not love; he does not have relationships. Really now? Oh, maybe she is right. That was him before he met his better half. I am the one he loves. I am the one he started this love and relationship with. I am the one wearing his ring. I am his last, bitch!

I cock an eyebrow, refusing to let this whore ruin my mood. "Ooh, worry not about where he picked me from, but rather, be worried because what we have between us will bind us together forever. I am not leaving him if you thought that by telling me that he knackered you, I would stop loving him. So, quit fantasizing that you will ever have him because Damian Almeda is mine forever. And you know where he picked me from?"

She inches closer, banking all her attention on me. She can't wait to hear the truth, huh? Her ass must be blinking pink with curiosity. "Tell me? From a brothel? Ooh, wait! No, from the street?"

I smirk, scoffing proudly at her ugly face, "From Ricca's hotel chain!" That made her face turn purple all of a sudden. "Ooh, yes. I was the head of the marketing department at Ricca's hotel chain before I started working for MY FIANCE! So this position was not handed to me on a silver platter, you useless, desperate bitch! I have the qualities, the experience, and the potential. I am not an amateur in this field. And lastly, I am Ellie freakin' Marrie Riccaford! I can buy you and your entire generation if I so wish, but too bad, you have no value at all. What would I do with a low bitch like you who can't even handle personal matters and business matters seperately?"

Her mouth flickers up and down a series of times after my words, perhaps in an attept to contend the bittersweet truth that I just muttered. But like brainless bitch that she is, she cannot form even just a simple word. And she had the nerve to pick up a fight with me?


After so many failed attempts, she breathlessly storms out, obviously, unable to bear with the news.

Curse that b*tch a million times! She left my blood boiling, and I can't seem to calm down. To hell with her and every other bitch that Damian has screwed before. Fuck her and all the whores eying him. I will gouge their eyes out before they can sketch their way to him. Ugly, desperate bitch! She has nothing on me. It is me that Damian loves. It was me who changed him. It was me who taught him to love, as weird as that sounds. But it is the truth.

She has the nerve to tell me that he will ditch me like he did them. Well, she will wait through her pathetic, useless eternity to see that happen!