Falling for Rosie

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Samuel's POV

There she stood, wide eyed her lips quivering in fear, as she placed her hand on her heart as if to slow down its beating, paled at the sight who wouldnt be if they saw the destruction I just made

Shes appalled and why wouldnt she be, everyone knows about the temperament boss type, the shouting, cold attitudes, sarcastic and rude remarks but nothing compared to what I am I'm the rage full one, the violent tendencies, uncontrollable wrath, and frenzy state

"Leave" saying deadly low controlling myself not to lash out further while she was her

She could get hurt

Im not above scolding, or getting angry and people who mess up, but I wouldn't drag them into my rage bursts

These burst of rage were mine, and mine alone to deal with

I was still heated and just thinking about her horrified gaze only adds to it, the confusion at how I could do such a thing, wondering how could she get stuck with such a violent boss

She backs away slowly before bolting away

My breath eased a small weight lifted of my chest before I felt another sting whack me in the chest

She's gone now, probably running to Lily to get her to get a new job, and I just lost yet another assistant all because I couldn't kept this damn rage in

That stupid old man, demanding things from me, bossing me around, his hands are no longer wrapped around my throat but now my entire being with no way to get rid of him without jeopardizing all Ive worked for, all I've built

One word from him to gossip sites and not only would my career be and risk but my entire reputation

I just cant get rid of him like a damn leech sucking the life right out of me

My eyes catching a figurine on my desk, I picked it up, it was a little angel boy that a mentor of mine gave me for Christmas years ago, to give me "strength, protection and beauty" she said, now it felt like that little smiling angel was mocking me, there was nothing good, strong, protected or beautiful about my life and staring at the damn thing hoping it would was pathetic

Raising my arm to fling it, her squeaky voice catches my attention "Your bleeding she says motioning to my hand" she says to me softly, as if not wanting to trigger another lash out from me, I glanced at her, as her fingers fiddled with the first aid kit in her hand "may I help you with your hand" her worried eyes never leaving mine filled with a hint of stubbornness that I always see in her, almost daring me to refuse her offer

I should say no, I should take the first aid kit and dismiss her

But yet I find my self staring awe at her, her wariness to come too close but unwavering determination to help me

As if she wasn't scared of what I may do

is it possible her wariness wasn't out of fear, but because she didn't want to impose on me, that she wanted me to ask for her help rather than push her help on me

Why was she trying to be considerate to me?

"and some tea" she adds after my long pause

I couldn't bring myself to reply, worried that my voice would crack or come out harsher than intended, I motioned my fingers for her to come closer, as I walked over to pick up the fallen chair, bringing it back to the desk where she had already began setting up taking each item she would need

She looked at me briefly before motioning her hand for me to sit in front of her, her hand taking mine gently as she directed her focus on treating me, while mine was on her, it was a silent exchange, we sat there in a comfortable silence as she cleaned the wound, and patched me up

"Do you want to talk about it?" She finally says in almost a whisper breaking the silence, I see her quickly peek up at me before returning to my hand

"Not really" I say but I knew she would press me for details, I owed her an explanation for my sudden lash out, but I didn't feel comfortable sharing my pathetic tale of being trapped with rope being held by my father around my neck just thinking about it makes my fist clenching

Her hands gently cover mine to stop them from clenching "Then we don't have to talk about it" she says plainly

My brow raised "That simple?" I say in disbelief not believing she would let it go

was this reversed psychology

She let out a same laugh, as if she thought my question was a joke "Yes that simple, its your story to tell not mine" she says as she wraps my hand up in a bandage, as I try to look for bluff in her eyes "If you think I need an explanation, I don't" she says as a fact of matter of fact "you letting me help is more than enough for me"

"Thank you" I say sincerely both amazed and surprised at the women in front of me and little confused

Without question, fear, or hesitation she was willing to help me and she didn't expect anything in return not even a explanation

She gives me a bright smile

I knew she would expect a thank you

"You said you'll help me if I ask, correct?"

"Yes" she was trying not to show her eagerness, her reply came out in an instant, that she started biting her cheek to prevent showing her smile

I wanted to laugh, why was she so eager to help me what would she gain

"Then if I had a body to hide would you help" I say seriously curious to how far she would go, with a blink of an eye she shoots up, and begins cleaning thing

"Where is it, ill buy the materials you depose the body, preferably in another state, don't tell me in case we get caught-"

I tried to hold my laughter but her serious expression was to much for me to bear on minute I was destroying my office and the next I'm trying to hold back my laughter at my peculiar assistant "it was a joke" I say laughing out, she glared at me whacking my arm

"That's not funny"

"Its a little funny you should've seen your face" my laughter beginning to subside

"I thought you were opening up to me, you had your serious face on it" she says exasperated

"do you honestly think I would kill someone?"

"Well seeing as how you practically destroyed this room, I thought you were lashing out cause you didn't know how to get rid of a body"

"Oh and you do?"

"Well no, but I've watched how to get away with murder before, so I have a rough idea how"

"I would assume getting rid of a body is more complex than that"

"Your right" she drifts off "they have plot armor"

Snickering at her comment shaking my head, I can never guess what she is gonna say next

"Ive known you less than a month but everything you say to me is always so amusing"

"And I've known you for less than a month and you've already start to give me high blood" she sighs out exasperated

"Well now I know who to call if I do kill someone" I say as a matter of fact my troubles and anger completely evaporated "Come lets get you home"

"You go ahead ill just clean up before I leave"

As if I would let her walk home alone so late at night "it would be bad for my reputation if I let you go home alone so late and you dont want my bad reputation sinking further do you"

"Thats true but-"

Before she could come up with a quick witted reply I stopped her "plus I heard your staying at one of lily's apartments its on the way to mine anyways"

That wasn't true, I lived on the other side but she didnt need to know that

She bite her lips as her eyes glanced to the side thinking about it for a second "well I guess since its on the way that fine, thank you"

I couldnt help but smile at her agreement.