CEO or MAFIA ?

CHAPTER 20

It was my another boring day in this haunted luxurious house. I ruffled my hair in laziness and descended downstairs to cook myself a dinner. It was eight at night and I was in no mood to cook. Day by day I was just getting lazy and lazy. A yawn escaped my lips as I reached downstairs.

Why the hell did I reject his ordered food?

Harold was sitting on the dining area with his laptop and a pile of files on the table. He was so engrossed in his laptop screen.

I entered kitchen and took a bowl. I filled the bowl with the cereals before adding milk.

I sauntered out and took a seat across him in the dining area. As he felt my presence, he lifted his head up.
"Miss Nolan, can you get me a glass a water." He asked, his face calm.

I scowled,
"Are you ordering me?" He didn't reply so I continued.
"As I said earlier, I'm not working for you anymore. I'll throw my resignation letter on your face as soon as I reach New York, Harold. "

"Why did I even bother asking you?" He sighed heavily.

"Yeah, why did you? Can't you see I'm having my dinner." I gritted and continued, "And NO, I'm not getting you any glass of water. I don't serve criminals." My nostrils flared as I took a spoonful of cereal and stuffed it inside my mouth.

Then, for a while there was a brief silence as we heard heavy footsteps approaching towards the dining area.

Both of our heads snapped in that direction and as I saw him, my face beamed and my heart fluttered. My love, my sweetheart, my everything, the one and only, Dylan Scott.

I stood up immediately from my seat and walked towards him. He really looked exhausted and I really felt bad for him.

God knows how much of a work does this Satan asks him to do in a single day.

My poor Dylan.

"Hi Naomi." He greeted with a soft smile as I smiled back.

"You look really tired, should I get you a glass of water or perhaps a fresh fruit juice." I batted my eyelashes.

"A glass of water is fine for me." He smiled.

"Sure." I grinned back.

"King, would you like to have something." Dylan turned towards his so called king whose scrutinizing eyes were switching between both of us.

I inwardly rolled my eyes.

I'm not gonna get him anything to drink.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"No, it's okay. I'll get by myself." He said and stood up.

I walked towards the kitchen as Harold followed me behind.

I took a glass and filled the water from the purifier. Harold was an arm distance behind me, holding an empty glass.

I huffed and exited the kitchen. I took a seat next to Dylan and passed him the glass of water. I glanced at his drinking posture, his throat bobbed as he drank the water. He placed the glass on the table as Harold came sat on his usual seat.

"Tomorrow, you have a meeting in kawela bay to attend." Dylan said to Harold.

"Hmm" Harold was busy typing something on his laptop.

"Even I have to accompany you, right." He asked futher.

"Hmm"

"So can Naomi also accompany us.." Dylan trailed off as suddenly Harold stopped his typing and looked straight at Dylan and then at me.