Disclaimer: Admitting it is too cruel. Too cruel.
A/N: A big thanks to misscheekiness and Baws for their corrections!
And sorry but the missed update days. I have absolutely no idea where my brain has been. But though i don't update on Saturdays, i will try to update tomorrow to make up for the last two days :)
Her finger flew to point in the direction of little Amaya. "Look at that beautiful girl. How could you do that to her? These things never remain secret forever. One day she will find out that her father is whoring himself behind her mother's back and it will devastate her. It will devastate her, Mr. Uchiha."
Itachi Uchiha stared at her through the cool depths of his black eyes.
"Well?" Sakura snapped. "Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
For a long moment he didn't speak, just stared at her through frigid eyes and an expressionless face. And she was so sick of seeing him hide behind that emotionless mask. "You are a cold bastard, Mr. Uchiha. And you disgust me," she spat.
She heard him draw a deep breath through his nose. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away from her.
Sakura spun around to face his retreating back. "Don't you dare walk away from me, Mr. Uchiha."
His feet slowed, then stopped. He slowly turned to face her. If she thought his face cold before, it was positively ice now. "I will not give you the pleasure of goading me, Ms. Haruno."
Sakura felt a rather childish urge to stomp her foot. "I am not goading you. I am confronting you on your complete lack of character."
"My complete lack of character," he stated.
"Yes!"
"Perhaps, Ms. Haruno, you should consider your own character before questioning mine."
"And what can you accuse me of?"
He stepped up to her and bending down, asked in her ear, "How old are you, Sakura Haruno?"
A spike of chill ran up her spine. "I'm eighteen."
"And when, eighteen year-old Sakura Haruno, did you graduate from high school?"
Every blood cell in her body froze. She licked her lips. "L-last year."
The heat of his breath shivered her ear. "You are a terrible liar."
She jerked away and stumbled back a few steps. "How dare you," she hissed.
His face never changed expression. "I'm not the one who lied on my job application, Ms. Haruno. Did you forget that every employee must undergo a background check?"
Blood raced to her cheeks but she stomped down her embarrassment. "What are you saying, Mr. Uchiha?"
"I'm saying, Ms. Haruno, that you, a seventeen year-old high school dropout is in no position to question her CEO's character."
A raging heat twisted her chest and rose up her neck. The fingers holding her glass began to send tremors through the liquid inside. Before she realized what she was doing, her arm swung the entire contents of her drink right in the man's face, drenching his black, button-up shirt with iced lemonade.
A slow, pale hand reached up to wipe the drink out of his eyes. "You just crossed a line, Ms. Haruno."
"The line, Mr. Uchiha, was crossed when you mistook me for one of your little job whores," she spat. "Lying on a job application out of financial necessity cannot be compared to violating marriage vows and universal work ethics!"
Itachi Uchiha's black eyes bore into hers. She hated how he still managed to look intimidating with lemonade dripping from his jaw. "Amaya," he said, then paused to draw a very deep, very long breath. "Amaya," he repeated again, "is not my daughter. She is my niece."
Sakura sucked in a shallow breath. A punch to the stomach would have shocked her less.
He walked away with his back straight and his head held tall.
The lemonade glass slipped from Sakura's shocked fingers and dropped onto the grass at her feet. What have I done? Her eyes slid shut. What have I done?
hmmm, maybe I should have labeled this a drama...