Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“Who? Are you sure you didn’t read it wrong?”

Jessy was still speeding down the road, maneuvering sharply to avoid other vehicles. He also drove through alleys and side streets to avoid the city’s traffic in New York.

I repeatedly checked and read the document Laird had sent me. Reading a document on my phone while in a recklessly speeding vehicle was a bad idea. My head started throbbing, compounded by the movement of the car.

I reflexively gagged from nausea but managed to hold back from actually vomiting. I briefly opened the car’s dashboard, grabbed a small plastic bag from it, and covered my mouth before finally throwing up.

“Sorry,” I said, wiping my mouth with a tissue after my stomach calmed down.

“Are you okay? Maybe we should stop for a moment and take it easy,” Jessy suggested as he slowed the car down.

“No! Keep going, Jessy. We have to stop Laird from going too far.”

“Alright. But you need to stop reading that document. Reading it over and over won’t change anything,” he said, trying to calm me down.

“Yeah, you’re right.” I put my phone back into my bag and stopped reading the document.

After fifteen minutes, we arrived in front of Gene’s office building. Jessy and I hurried out of the car. Honestly, I felt a sense of deja vu. The difference this time was that I saw Laird’s motorcycle parked on the street in front of Gene’s office.

“Laird is here already,” I said.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. That’s his motorcycle.” I pointed to Laird’s motorcycle, and Jessy nodded.

“In that case, we should go straight up to Alan’s office.” We half-ran into the office building.

“That’s Fenella! Look over here, Fenella!”

“Oh, damn it.” Jessy cursed.

Some paparazzi and reporters swarmed around me as I reached the entrance of Gene’s office. But Silas, the office boy, and John, Alan’s personal assistant, helped me get into the office and shielded me from the reporters. They snapped photos of me with their camera flashes as I was walking into the office.

Once inside, Silas and John immediately held the door and locked it. Jessy and I hurried up the office stairs.

“Ugh, going to the office was a bad idea,” I said between pantings.

“What did I tell you? Fortunately, your clothes are decent enough.”

“Are you still concerned about my outfit and reputation? What does it matter? I’m already ruined.” I quickened my pace up to the second floor.

“Hey, Jessy! Fenella! You’re here!”

“Oh, no.” I muttered in frustration when I saw Jessy’s ex-boyfriend.

Mike stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor. He was grinning broadly. Nevertheless, his behavior seemed a bit odd as he stood at the top of the stairs leading to the third floor, as if he were blocking us from going up.

“Not now, Mike. We’re in a hurry,” Jessy said firmly to him.

“Listen, Jessy, please hear me out.” Mike was now completely blocking Jessy with his body.

“I said, not now, Mike. We’re in a hurry!” Jessy shouted loudly enough that several employees stopped what they were doing and looked at us.

“Why are you acting like this? Did you just come here to cause a scene like her boyfriend?” Mike asked in a high-pitched voice, clearly confronting us.

“Fuck off, Mike.”

“You fuck off, Fenella. Do you think the world revolves around you? Look around! We all work hard while you whine and complain after taking all the projects for yourself.”

“What?” I frowned.

“Do you want to blame Alan for the condom project? Aren’t you being ungrateful?” He preached at me.

“Shut the fuck up, Mike!” Jessy shouted louder this time, drawing even more attention from people.

“Go, Fenella. Go upstairs. I’ll knock some sense into Mike,” Jessy said firmly.

“Finally, you’re talking to me now.” Mike smiled crookedly.

I groaned in frustration. I shook my head while quickening my pace up the stairs to the third floor. Honestly, I had no idea what Mike was talking about, but it seemed to have gotten Jessy’s attention.

Whatever it was, I could ask Jessy for further explanation later. For now, Laird and Alan were the top priorities.

Laird! Please don’t do anything stupid!

The third floor was quite empty. Only Alan’s office door was slightly ajar. I quickened my pace until I burst through the door and entered Alan’s office.

“My, my, what a sick bastard you are.”

The next moment, I saw the most disgusting thing I had ever seen. This was worse than Tom being naked with his secretary on his desk. Alan was kissing Laird.

The world seemed to stop turning. My heart pounded in my chest, and my heart sank. Instantly, blood rushed through my veins. Both of my hands covered my wide-open mouth.

No! This isn’t happening!

Laird stood still, and so did I. Meanwhile, Alan’s mouth was sucking Laird’s lips, with both hands holding Laird’s neck.

“Get the fuck off me, you psycho!” Laird pushed Alan hard and punched him.

Alan staggered and twisted, falling onto the sofa. He looked at Laird with a small, crazy chuckle. Laird wasn’t satisfied with just one punch. He grabbed Alan’s shirt again and punched him on the cheek again and again.

“Stop! Stop all of this, you two!” I shrieked.

I finally managed to make a sound, although my body was shaking violently from shock. Laird stopped hitting Alan immediately. Both of them turned to look at me.

“Fenella,” Laird’s voice was faint, drowned out by the sound of my sobbing.

“Don’t!”

My index finger rose in front of my face. My hands trembled, and I could feel a panic attack making my emotions uncontrollable. My body trembled, accompanied by uncontrollable sobbing.

“Don’t say my name with your filthy mouth!” I gasped for air, and my gaze was sharp as it pierced into Laird’s eyes.

“That’s enough! I’m so tired of dealing with your jealousy and emotions. I’m sick of having to protect your feelings while my own heart is fucked up because of you!”

Alan laughed.

“And you!” I snapped at him and pointed at him.

“What do you really want from me?! Do you truly want to destroy my life?!”

I screamed like a madwoman. I didn’t know what was happening to me anymore. My emotions were overflowing, my body kept shaking uncontrollably, and my breathing felt painful with each breath.

“Do you want revenge on me, Clark?! Are you really Clark Thomson?”

My voice choked. I stood still as if waiting to hear the real answer from him. Only, it seemed he was also frozen in shock like me. The room felt too quiet, and a ringing pain filled my ears.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“OMG.” Jessy’s voice was faint, and his breath caught with a painful sound.

Apparently, Jessy had caught up with me. He stood behind me, his eyes wide open, witnessing the chaos in Alan’s office, followed by Mike.

Laird slowly released his grip on Alan’s collar and stood weakly. He put down his gaze, and Alan straightened his shirt. The man cleared his throat and looked at me fearfully.

“Fenella, calm down, okay?” Alan said.