Cheap Fate
Author's note: I don't own anything, only a penniless writer with her muse
She have always prided herself in her job be it during planning the festivals or formulating a plan. But this time, it must be something inevitable. Something the gods are rolling in laughter at her fate.
"A pathetic fate at that" she snorted. A rotten, lousiest luck one could possibly receive. And how 'lucky' was she to be the one. She just had to meet this man. This man is no ordinary man, more like the 'Adonis' himself. With his muscular built body shaped to please. Which is absolutely appealing to the females. His face is handsomely god-gifted he has a scar to roughly sketch a rugged look. His eyes described to be captivating and rumored to melt hearts. He even has his blonde eyelashes to swept the complete bad boy look."Captivating they say, humph, I'll rather swallow a bag of urchins or lay on a bed of nails till I fall for his looks. The only charms I see oozing from him is his obsolete, big-headed, male ego" Selphie mumbled to herself.
The male protagonist she was referring to was none other than Mr. Seifer Almasy. Not only does he now works in the same department as her but he's the boss. The leader. The master. The head honcho. He developed from being an obnoxious, self-centered and sullen Seifer whom labeled as the guy who doesn't so his work to a good looking boss whom now orders her to do all his work Seifer.
"Which I prefer I've got no idea, " Selphie moaned. "Hey, I paid you to work! Not to get all moaning mother on me. Moan during your break-time for god's sake" the 'thorn' snapped.
Selphie too wasn't all bad at the looks department. She now tamed her once bobbed-hair to wavy sophisticated look tills her waist. Though now her curls, which are being frisked into a tight French bun, still had a few tendrils sprung freely. The rebellious tendrils never failed to make her young face still attain a certain innocent glow about her. Her heart-shaped face now supporting light make-up and a frown creasing on her forehead. Due to her over-whelming datelines, she practically has a bond with her office.
Being a fashion designer, Selphie whom all her friends prided her in being determined munchkin with a truckload of creativity, decided to pursue her dreams. Only to find out that Seifer was the boss of 'Roseshoot' Company. It seemed that he had prided himself in the business industry, being experience a roller-coaster ride after his stay with Ultimecia. He now upholds the title of most ruthless, deceptive man one would have the misfortune to meet.
Ever since her first day in the company, she had been well liked by all of her collogues but after the day when she was presented to the new boss, Mr. Seifer. Her performance of impersonating a fish isn't appreciated. Shock was an understatement; she was absolutely petrified, stone cold petrified to be more politically right. Her phase was uncouthly cut of by the slow drawl of Seifer.
" Surprised you of all people still made it in this harsh world. One would believed that you are dead probably cause of death is falling from a tree because of your noble deeds to return a cat to an old widow" he sneered.
" Glad to see you still maintained another emotion in you, I had thought you were dead to the world with that permanent frown embedded to your eye" Selphie snapped.
"Not that I'll ever admit that it adds to your devilishly handsome looks" her heart mused. He seemed perturbed for a moment then, took his leave without a backward glance.
Weeks passed without any random exchanging of words with Seifer and as much as Selphie is unwilling to admit it, it seems a tad bit lonely. 'Young love is but a fickle thing' her heart chided.
It was after midnight and Selphie is still up trying to complete her spring designs to be handed in to the boards. With her eyelids being a shutter wanting to be snapped shut, it seemed that even caffeine couldn't help her now. She then noticed the lights in Seifer's office; she once again chided herself in being distracted once again.
Selphie then noticed that someone was conveniently lounging on her desk. It was Seifer, and with his look of indifference and calmness, which belies the turmoil in his eyes.
" So, I noticed that you have yet to even complete the fourth stage of your design. Really, are you here for the money or for recognition? One would think that you are merely holding to this job to meet me." He drawled.
" Please spare me your I'm-lager-than-thou speech. My ears are practically bleeding at your compliments bestowed by you. Please endowed your lowly servant of her mistakes and correct them I shall" she retorted sarcastically.
Seifer face was retaining a shade of crimson red, his eyes silted into a small, cat-like eyes indicating his growing wrath.' Why is he so mad? He's not taking my comments that seriously is he?' she pondered. Only to be jerked to reality with his lips crashing onto her as if punishing her. Her eyes widen to the point of extreme and her hands were in Seifer's grip. He finishes the kiss and straightened himself. His face portrays nothing of what had just transpired.
" See you at work tomorrow and bring at least some of your intellect with you" he commanded and ended in an annoying smug tone. Selphie sworn she saw a tiny smirk at his delectable lips.
A/N: Its moi first fiction so be gentle people. And please give some constructional comments about the story. Hope to satisfy at least some of you Seifer/Selphie fans.
Ja'ne.