Loving the CEO novel Chapter 2

But like I said, it was like I wronged the universe and karma was coming back to visit me, to torture me. That same guy that I had grown to love, was not who I thought he was. I had later come to find out that it was a one-sided relationship and he didn't feel the same way for me as I did for him. He was just trying to use me, to get in my pants then tell everyone how much of a slut I am. He used his charms and wits to comfort me, to invite me so he could use me–– that was how much of a douchebag he was.

I heard that he always did that to girls, humiliate them then laugh in their faces, he was a cold-hearted bastard and he thought that he could pull the same stunt on me but I had found out earlier about his ugly personality before we had actually could do anything, I had turned the cards on him humiliating him in front of the entire school. I told everyone that he was a maniac and that he had a small penis. That didn't work out for me as I was labeled a whore, a slut, and was shamed every day.

Looking back, I saw how stupid I was falling for a rich guy. Back then guys like him couldn't fall for girls like me, not that something was wrong with me, it's just the popular crowd didn't quite "hang" with persons who weren't rich, wear designers, drive expensive cars, or live in huge houses with maids and butlers.

The constant bullying and humiliating Jake Smith didn't make the situation any better and because of this, my self-esteem had dropped. My mom was tired of the tears so the insurance money that my mom had gotten from my dad's death was enough to allow us to move to New York, a city where there were better opportunities and fewer snob bitches. Now, all that money was finished, and I was the one who was working to provide for both of us.

Sighing to myself, I tore my eyes from the mirror before I proceeded to brush my teeth. Finishing, I went to my room where I got dressed in my work attire, a black pencil skirt, a white V-neck ruffle sleeve blouse, and a pair of black flats. The same dull colors I wore every day––white, gray, or black or all combined.

After I got dressed, I walked to my mother's room to check on her. Opening the door, I saw that she was still sleeping soundly. Walking inside, I kissed her on her cheek before I went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and lunch for both of us. After it was finished, I ate before I packed my lunch then put hers in the refrigerator. I then went to her room where I left her breakfast on the table beside her bed before exiting the room and going out the door.

Exiting my apartment, I locked the door behind me before I hurriedly walked down the hall and through the main door that led out to the street. Walking to the bus stop, I arrived just in time to catch the bus which would stop a few meters from my workplace. Entering I saw that Joe wasn't the driver and I must say I was a bit disappointed. Joe was an elderly man who often drove the bus that took me straight to work when I was working at the bookstore. He was very caring and because of his nature, that's how we had met.