Living With Mr Arrogant. Chapter 2

LIVING WITH MR. ARROGANT
{14 Nights In His Bed}

Written by Author Izna.
©Youngicee Stories.

Chapter 02.

~KATHRYN~

The alarm rings again and I groan before stretching my hand across to switch the damn thing off.

Who set the alarm anyways?

I’m not getting up yet, I have to sleep more or I’ll just end up collapsing through the door.

I close my eyes and smile a I hug myself tightly to the pillow.

•••

“Stand up Kay, please, you are already more than late for with and you know how your boss is. ”

A voice sounds in my head and I groan.
Why the hell is she waking me to get up so early in the morning.

“Oh my god Kathryn. Your boss is here! ”
He voice shouts again and I jump straight out of my bed.
My boss?
That prick.

I sit up and open my eyes even though they refuse to open as I stare around and no sign of anyone except Carl who’s laughing at me.

“That wasn’t funny. ”

I roll my eyes and proceed to sleep back on the bed when my eyes glances over the clock.

Oh my f*g*g***
It’s almost seven.

“Carl, why the hell didn’t you wake me up?! ”

I shout as walk over to my closet and put out my clothes, stumbling cause of my sleepy eyes.

I didn’t yesterday cause when we got back home, carl thought it must be fun if we watch the kissing booth before going to sleep but I shouldn’t have listened when I knew I had to be up earlier.

I sigh as I quickly place the clothes in the bed and grab my toiletry bag before walking over to the bathroom.

“Well, I would have if you had awake I was waking you! ”

Carly shouts from inside and I roll my eyes before taking off my clothes and stepping under the shower.

I turn the water on and the cold water hits against my skin as I close my eyes, allowing the water to cool off my muscles.

A proper introduction.

My name is Kathryn and I’m a orphan.

My parents died when I was young and the worst and most painful thing about their death is that they left me with tons of money to pay for their debt.

I’ve been paying for it ever since I’ve been working and it just seems like, the more I pay. The bigger it gets.
Everytime I ask about the last price, it just keep getting bigger to me, though I don’t think that’s actually what’s happening.

My father used to be a very big businessman and my mother was a full housewife.

They both had a Plane Crash and just when I was mourning their death at home, I was practically chased out of my home by people who claimed that the house has been used as a loan.

The company was taken away from me and within months, I’ve people in suits knocking in my door asking for the loan my father has refused to pay.

As if that wasn’t enough, there were other men.

More scarier men, they looks like bad guys and they threatened me if I didn’t pay them, I would die.

Though I have no possible idea what the hell dad used that huge money to do but he’s too dead to be asked from and from then, I’ve been working my butt off and paying them.

I still remember the time when I used to work ten jobs just to let them off but it wasn’t good for them.

The jobs were stressful with little pay at that.

I was going insane.

How the hell would I afford to pay billions of dollars when I’m getting barely thousands of dollars monthly for the ten jibs.

Until I met Carly, she introduced me to the strippers job and at first I didn’t want to do it but I had no other choice.

It was either to make money or to die.
I’ve been trying as a stripper before I eventually got a job at one of the biggest company in America owned by the youngest billionaire in Texas.

Or as they say. Youngest and hottest.

I got the job all thanks to the manager from the club where I work at and I can proudly say that I don’t like my boss with everything that I have in me.

He’s rude avd arrogant. Mean and always finding something to punish me with.
I still remember the first day of work after I was been hired… forcefully.

I think it might be because I didn’t go to college so he probably thought I wasn’t situable for the job.

I had gotten late to work on my first day cause I haven’t gotten used to working per night as a stripper and going to office in the morning… Well, I still haven’t.

He had me kneel for two hours because I was twenty minutes late.

He had told me that if he had his way, he would have fired me but he couldn’t because of who brought me.

I would never forget that day.

That was the day I started hating him.

•••

I get out if my daze and realize I had slept off in the shower.

Oh god, I’m ever ever listening to Carly about watching a movie ever again.

I wrap a towel around my waist and turn off the shower before walking out of the room and the first thing my eyes meet is the clock.

Oh god.

It’s past eight already..

I’m always thinking about the multiples punishment he would give me.

I’m in for it today!