Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Elroy's pov
I followed the normal routine for each and every day; the only weird fact was that Fay wasn't sleeping when I woke up. My sleepy brain couldn't wrap around the fact that it was weird, so I just went straight to the bathroom, sprinkled water on my face to bring back my senses.
Brushing my teeth, I turned the curtain, blessing my eyes with the beautiful sight of my garden. My brows etched in confusion when I saw a gardener, sprinkling water on the flowers. I scrunched my brows. Why are they so early?
Then and there, my brain began to function properly. Fay wasn't sleeping when I got up... The Alarm didn't wake me-
Quickly, I rinsed my mouth, dabbing to dry with a towel as I made my way back to the bedroom.
Next thing I checked was the bedside clock.
My eyes widened when I saw that I was two hours late to my normal waking up time.
What in the-
Fay wasn't beside me when I woke up- Fay!
"Fay!!!" I yelled, blinded by anger. Damn it! She knew better than to do this!
Last night, she pushed passed her limits by wearing one of my shirts. Oh damn, I was so mad... But I just tried to over look it... Now, now she's messing with my schedule?
"Fay!!! What the hell!" I yelled again, throwing the towel on the ground as I rushed out of the room, I rushed down the stairs, she better has a damn good explanation for doing this- or else I swear to God, this wouldn't be funny.
Searching the sitting room, there was so sign of her, she'd definitely be in the kitchen, and if she wasn't? Then she wasn't home.
But unfortunately for her, she was in the kitchen! I stopped short when I found her standing attentively with wide guilty eyes, wearing my favourite sweater. If that didn't make me more freaking angry!
Her hair was pulled up in a cute messy bun, almost distracting me from my main purpose of coming down here.
What the hell is with her hair that gets me so damn much?
Get a hold of yourself Elroy.
I was about to speak but she beat me to it.
"Before we start hauling unnecessary insults at each other, let me explain." She said, as calm as ice.
Something about the way she spoke made me feel like I was actually over reacting.
My eyes scanned down her body again. My sweater was obviously too big for her, she looked kind of cute with it.
What?
"Start talking." I gritted out, forcing my eyes back to hers.
"Last night, you slept really late- so I just thought that- that maybe if I adjusted the time so you could get a little more night rest, you'd feel more better this morning."
Are you freaking kidding me? "Hold on a minute- do you think I got to where I am today by sleeping my ass off?"
"No, but- at the same time, if you over work yourself, you may fall ill."
"Fall ill? I can't even remember the last time I got an headache."
"It doesn't matter! Stop making this a big deal-"
"It is a big deal Fay! I don't appreciate you changing my schedule, just because you thought I didn't get enough sleep, did I complain to you?"
She sighed. "You didn't have to complain before I know you needed the rest El."
Calm, Elroy, calm... Breathe... Just breathe.
It was taking everything in me not to say what I really wanted to say... Damn it, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Picking my words, I gulped. "Just because I'm trying to be more better than I was, doesn't mean you can do stuff like this. I don't like it Fay. You know how much I hate anything tampering with my work. I don't like mistakes and I don't like changes." I was actually surprised at how calm my voice was.
Her eyes widened when I mentioned changes, almost as if she'd done something I wouldn't approve of.
She shifted ever so slightly, clearly blocking my view from something.
What the hell was she hiding?
I tilted my head to get a better view of what she was trying to hide behind her.
I furrowed my brows in confusion when my eyes met something that looked like my sketch pad.
Scratch that- it was my sketchpad.
"Is that my sketchpad?" I asked anyway.
"Um, y-yeah." She said, gulping.
I went silent for a while, thinking of different reasons why my sketchpad would be on that table, with a pencil lying on top of it. I don't remember bringing it to the kitchen last night. My eyes went back to hers.
"Why Is my sketchpad on the kitchen table?" I asked her.
She gulped, looking back at the sketchpad on the table. "We-well- that's like- the main reason why I changed your schedule."
I raised a brow at her as she picked the sketchpad from the table. "I thought that I could, you know- help you finish off with the designs so you wouldn't have much work to do. You can check it out, I'm pretty sure you'd like them." She said, a small hopeful smile grazing her lips as she handed it to me.
I felt my heart increasing it's usual beating state. I was going to hate this if it was what I was thinking.
I took the sketchpad from her grip.
Please- please don't be what I'm thinking... Don't-
My eyes widened when I saw the changes in my pattern. It was there on my first design, I flipped the page open again, second design, flipped, third design, flipped again, my fourth design, over to my last design.
She. Freaking. Changed everything- every damn thing...
I blinked. How dare-
"I thought that maybe I could help out, they're actually more better this way. I thought that if you showed what people weren't expecting to see, then it's make a lot of sense..."
My eyes were still glued to the design as I tried to calm myself, but I wasn't getting calm, oh damn... I was get more and more angry.
"These patterns are more straight forward, if you check them out really well, I made changes to the-" she kept on blabbing on.
Didn't she see it on my face? Didn't she notice the look of horror I wore on my face.
"Imagine the look on everyone's face when they see these designs? It'd be so amazing-"
To be honest with you, they were actually better than my idea. Why didn't I think of this? I knew she was talented in crafting out designs, but I didn't know she was this good.
Still- she shouldn't have done this. No no... She shouldn't have.
"Do you like them?" She asked, raising a brow, looking like an hopeful child showing a straight A result to her parents.
"Why the hell did you think, for a second that I'd be okay with this?" I asked, my voice coming out colder than I expected, making the hopeful look in her eyes drain like salt water. "You did not only- mess with my schedule... You had the audacity- to change my designs? Tamper with my work? Erase my work? And replace it with these- these hideous patterns?"
Hurt graced her whole facial features. I could care less. She didn't have the right to do this.
"But they are- they are exceptional. It's something no one has ever thought of-"
"You ruined everything." I lied, cutting her off. The designs were actually better than mine. But damn it to hell if I was gonna admit it! "Why did you even think for a second that I'd need your help? Did I fucking ask for it? What the hell is your problem?"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know it'd- it'd make you angry- I thought-"
"Shut up- just." I clenched my jaw so hard, I was sure I'd break a teeth.
"But if you could just look at them one more time- you'd see that it-"
Before she could finish speaking, I raised the sketchpad to her eye level, dividing it into two.
Her eyes widened as she watched me tear it into peices, throwing the mess on the ground.
"Thanks to you, I'd be spending the whole day in the office. I hope you're happy." I said, walking out of the kitchen.
Yet again, she ruined everything for herself.
FAY
I wiped off the make up from my face, slowly. My mind hadn't gotten over the events of this morning and I couldn't think properly.
I managed to finish the shoot at YDI successfully, and now, my thoughts had gone back to Elroy.
I can't believe my good intentions ruined everything?
He looked so angry this morning.
I was equally hurt, hurt that he called my ideas, hideous. But still that hurt was not enough to justify the feeling of guilt I felt. I felt like I'd ruined everything he worked for.
Why did I even think doing this would help him? I should have known better.
My helped wasn't needed, to him.
But I was confident about my designs, I knew they were better than his. But why did he reject it?
Not only did he reject it, he tore it.
I knew he had anger issues but I clearly wasn't expecting him to destroy his sketchpad, they were a lot of designs in it.
I dropped the wiper, shutting my eyes for seconds. I needed to clear my head, to think of something else, something totally different.
"Are you alright?"
My eyes snapped open at the sound of Yvonne's voice.
The look of concern was so clear on her face as she leaned on the table, staring at me.
"Um... Everything's fine." I managed a smile.
"You've been out of it today. I noticed Fay." She urged.
Sighing, I pulled my hair from my face.
"I Know that look." She said. "I used to have it on, almost all the damn time." She said.
I laughed awkwardly. "What look?"
"The one you have on your face right now."
I bit my lower lips, looking away.
"It's El, isn't it?" She asked.
I hated the way she called his name, like she was too familiar with him, like she knew him better than I did. It pinched my insides.
"I'm not comfortable discussing-"
"I understand, if I were to be in your shoes, I'd say the same thing. I just think you shouldn't think about it too much. It isn't your fault."
I scrunched my brows. "What do you mean?"
She smiled sadly. "El, can be really difficult to handle, at times. Sometimes he's hard and sometimes he's the sweetest."
I sighed. "I just feel like I'm always doing something wrong to piss him off, but- I don't actually know what I'm doing wrong. It's driving me crazy." I found myself saying.
She chuckled. "That's one of the reasons why I left him. He's this toxic guy that makes you think of nothing other than him. He makes you feel guilty for something you didn't even do. He's so difficult. I couldn't stand him, I couldn't keep hurting myself. It was difficult when I left him, but- it was worth it."
"Do you still have feelings for him?" I asked after some time.
"You can't fully get over a man like Elroy Chesterfield." Was her answer. "But I'm good now."
It was almost as if she regretted her decision.
"Don't think about it too much. Elroy Chesterfield has egos too big for himself. Whatever it is, it's not your fault. I believe everything will go okay."
"You're nice." I smiled at her.
"I get that a lot." She smiled back. "I have somethings to finish with the photographer. I'll catch you later?"
"Sure." I said.
When she left, I got back to thinking. She didn't give me a definite answer. If she wasn't over Elroy, should I be worried?
I knew quite well that He wasn't over her too. But-
The vibration of my phone brought me out of my thoughts.
My eyes widened when I saw Elroy's name on the caller ID.
He's calling?