I Wish I Didn’t Feel This Way About Him
At least… that’s what she told herself every morning when he walked into the office—too confident, too sharp, too perfect for his own good. His shirt always crisp, hair pushed back effortlessly, jaw tense in a way that annoyed her more than it should.
Felix claimed to hate her too.
Everyone at the office knew these two couldn’t stand each other.
What no one knew was that Ava’s stomach twisted every time his arm brushed hers.
What no one knew was that she caught herself staring at him longer than she should.
What no one knew was that the same man she “hated”…
was becoming the one she couldn’t stop thinking about.
She wished she didn’t feel this way about him.
But something about him got under her skin.
Ava was typing her report when Felix suddenly appeared behind her.
“Your numbers are off,” he said coldly, not even bothering to look at her.
Ava spun around, eyes sharp.
“Maybe check again before you talk.”
Felix raised one eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.
“Oh, because you’re always right?”
She hated how warm her face felt.
Felix walked off, leaving her heart pounding.
She hated that even more.
Ava reached for her printed documents just as Felix walked up beside her.
Close enough that she smelled his cologne—clean, warm, distracting.
He didn’t look at her at first…
until he noticed something.
They flickered to him, just for a second.
Then she quickly looked away.
The way her breath hitched.
The way her fingers froze.
The way her cheeks warmed.
“Ava… you’re staring,” he murmured, voice unexpectedly low.
“Right,” he said, leaning against the table. “Totally believable.”
She rolled her eyes, but he kept watching her—longer than usual, slower than usual, something different burning behind his gaze.
Two coworkers down the hall were whispering:
“I don’t know why everyone’s always blaming Felix. He’s not that bad.”
Ava snapped back instantly.
“Because he isn’t,” she said sharply. “You guys don’t even know him.”
Ava’s eyes widened—she hadn’t meant to defend him so strongly.
“You’re defending me now?” he asked softly, almost teasing—almost curious.
Ava looked away, pulse jumping.
“I just—whatever. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
His smirk returned, but slower this time… deeper.
“No,” he said quietly, “I think you did.”
And suddenly… the hate didn’t feel so simple anymore.
Felix kept watching Ava long after she turned away, long after she pretended she didn’t care.
Something felt different today.
Something in the way she defended him.
Something in the way she froze when he got close.
Something in the way her voice trembled—but only for him.
He didn’t want to admit it.
He didn’t even like her… right?
At least, that’s what he told himself.
But then he caught her again.
Ava was standing by the window, flipping through papers, doing everything she could not to look in his direction.
Except her eyes kept drifting back.
And Felix saw every single one.
He walked toward her slowly.
Like he was testing something.
“Ava,” he said, voice lower than before.
“You’ve been acting strange today.”
His eyes held hers a little too long.
And something unspoken sparked between them—hot, sharp, impossible to ignore.
Felix realized he wanted to know more.
Felix steps behind her to grab a file.
And he feels her shiver—just slightly.
Just enough for him to smirk and lean closer.
“So you don’t hate me that much… do you?
While he talks, Ava tries to look normal.
But her gaze keeps dipping—
He steps closer, voice dropping.
“Looking at my mouth won’t help you win our argument.”
She was flipping through files at her desk, doing her best to ignore him, but the second he approached, her shoulders tightened.
He reached over her shoulder, pretending to grab a folder from the cabinet behind her.
Her breath hitched—quiet, but not quiet enough.
His eyes lowered, catching a tiny shiver running down her arms.
A dangerous smirk tugged at his lips.
“Well,” he murmured near her ear, “that didn’t look like hate.”
She swallowed hard, refusing to turn around.
Her voice wobbled just slightly.
“Move, Felix. You’re in my space.”
He leaned closer, brushing past her intentionally.
“Because you didn’t step away.”
Ava clenched her jaw, but her cheeks were burning.
She stepped to the side, trying to escape—
but when she turned her head, her eyes accidentally landed on his mouth.
His tongue grazed his bottom lip in a subtle tease, and she immediately looked away.
He chuckled under his breath.
“You keep staring at my mouth,” he said quietly.
“That’s not very professional.”
He stepped even closer, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Why? Hoping I’ll say something nice? Or…”
His eyes dipped to her lips.
Her chest rose and fell too fast.
“Felix, I don’t— I don’t feel—”
“Sure you don’t,” he whispered.
But the amused heat in his eyes said he knew better.
He moved past her, brushing her hip just enough to make her pulse jump.
As he walked away, he didn’t look back—
but she didn’t see the way he exhaled sharply,
or the way he ran a hand through his hair like he was the one thrown off.
he wasn’t sure he hated her.
And that realization scared him…
Ava was finally starting to calm down.
Felix had walked away, leaving her flustered, annoyed, and embarrassingly aware of every inch of her skin. She needed a moment to breathe. Just one moment without him getting into her head.
But of course, the universe hated her.
She turned and saw Theo, the new accountant.
Tall, friendly, harmless. The exact opposite of Felix.
“Need help with the Rivera files?” Theo asked, smiling warmly.
Ava smiled back. “Actually, yeah. That would be great.”
She didn’t notice Felix at first.
He had been standing at the other end of the hall, talking to HR—until he saw Theo leaning just a little too close. Until he saw Ava smiling back. Until he saw Theo’s hand brushing the back of her chair as he leaned over her desk.
Something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in Felix’s chest.
Real, burning, immediate jealousy.
He hated that Ava was smiling at someone that wasn’t him.
He didn’t even notice his jaw clenching or the way his eyes narrowed.
Ava raised her hand to point something out in the file, and Theo leaned closer—too close—and Felix snapped.
He crossed the hall in seconds.
“Ava,” Felix said flatly, “I need you.”
Theo looked up, startled.
Ava blinked at him. “For what?”
Theo opened his mouth. “We were just—”
“I didn’t ask you,” Felix said, cold enough to freeze glass.
Felix never talked like that.
Felix held her gaze, ignoring Theo entirely.
“Well?” he asked, jaw tense.
Ava stood slowly, heart pounding.
She followed him down the hall, confused and irritated.
The moment they turned the corner, she grabbed his arm.
“What the hell was that?”
Felix turned to her, and the look in his eyes was nothing like the usual smug teasing.
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” Felix said quietly.
“That’s none of your business,” she whispered.
“Oh, it’s very much my business,” he murmured.
Her heart dropped to her stomach.
Felix stared at her long enough to make her knees weak.
Then he smirked, masking everything with cocky confidence.
“Figure it out, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing past her so slowly she felt the heat of his body trailing over her skin.
Felix Maynard was jealous.
Ava tried to shake it off.
Felix had stormed over, pulled her away from Theo, and practically declared war in the middle of the hallway.
Now he was sitting at his desk like nothing happened.
Like he hadn’t been seconds away from strangling someone.
Ava glared at him from across the office.
Felix didn’t look up — but the corner of his mouth lifted.
Ava huffed and turned back to her work, determined to ignore him for the rest of the day.
She lasted three minutes.
Felix’s low voice suddenly appeared beside her.
Ava nearly jumped. “Oh my god— can you not sneak up on people?”
Felix leaned one hand on her desk, the other on the back of her chair, effectively caging her in without touching her.
“I didn’t sneak,” he said smoothly.
“You were just distracted.”
“I wasn’t distracted,” she muttered.
“Really? Because every time I look up, you’re looking at me.”
Ava’s cheeks heated. “I was not.”
“Then what were you looking at, Ava?”
“You know…” he murmured, leaning closer,
“…if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to flirt with Theo to get it.”
Her mouth fell open. “I wasn’t flirting—”
“Sure,” he teased, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“That’s why you smiled at him like that.”
Felix’s fingers lingered for a second too long.
“I smile at everyone,” she whispered.
He lowered his voice to a dangerous, intimate whisper.
“You smile differently with me.”
Felix’s eyes flicked down to her lips — slow, deliberate, hungry.
She almost leaned in before she remembered—
“We hate each other,” she blurted.
“Do we?” he whispered, eyes locked on hers.
“Because you didn’t hate it when I got jealous.”
She didn’t want to admit anything.
Felix straightened slightly — still close, still overwhelming — but now with the smugness of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“If you’re going to stare at me all day,” he said, “at least be subtle about it.”
Ava glared but her face was burning.
Felix smirked proudly, whispering:
“Or don’t be subtle. I don’t mind.”
He walked away, leaving her speechless, breathless, and wildly aware of him.
He sat back down, pretending to work…
…but his fingers trembled,
and he had to bite back another jealous thought he didn’t understand yet.
Ava thought the hallway was empty.
Her voice was low, rushed, embarrassed as she whispered to her friend:
“I don’t want to like him, okay? I hate him. But my stupid heart doesn’t listen.”
Felix froze around the corner.
Her voice hit him like a punch he didn’t see coming.
No. That couldn’t be right.
The girl who rolled her eyes every time he spoke?
The girl who snapped at him in class, who avoided him like he was poison?
He leaned closer before he realized he was doing it, breath caught in his throat.
Her friend whispered back, “Ava, you’re blushing again.”
“I know. I hate it. I wish I didn’t feel this way about him.”
Felix’s heartbeat kicked hard.
A strange, unwelcome heat crawled up his neck.
He stepped back silently — but not fast enough.
Ava’s friend suddenly looked up and saw him.
Ava turned too, confusion turning into horror as she saw the one person she did not want standing there.
For a full second, everything stopped.
Then Felix’s expression changed — slow, sharp, almost dangerous.
A smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth, but there was something else underneath it. Something he didn’t understand yet.
“Well,” he said softly, voice low enough to make her stomach drop,
She wished the floor would open up.
He walked away like nothing happened — but his heartbeat wouldn’t calm.
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Ava’s laatste gedachte: “Felix wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
Ava had been avoiding Felix all morning — or trying to.
But every time she turned a corner, he was somehow already there.
Every time she sat down, he “coincidentally” sat across from her.
Because now she actually liked him.
And he still had no idea.
Late in the afternoon, their manager called over her shoulder:
“Ava, can you grab the shipment labels from the storage room? Take Felix with you — he knows where they are.”
Felix slowly looked up, brow lifting like he already knew this would be fun for him.
“Guess that’s us,” he said, pushing his chair back.
She followed him, hating the way her heart sped up when he walked ahead of her, broad shoulders moving under his shirt.
Felix pushed open the storage room door.
“Labels are on the top shelf,” he said, stepping inside.
Ava sighed and walked in after him.
The moment she entered, the heavy door swung shut — hard.
“…Did the door just lock?”
Felix tried the handle, then let out a slow exhale.
“Yep. Auto-lock from the outside. We’re stuck.”
He leaned against the table, arms crossed, smirking.
“Relax, princess. I won’t bite.”
“Good. I already hate today enough.”
“Oh, trust me. Today’s about to get much more interesting.”
The room was small — shelves, boxes, barely enough space for both of them.
Ava turned away from him, trying to stay calm.
That’s when Felix’s voice lowered.
“…You’ve been acting strange around me, Ava.”
He pushed off the table and stepped closer — dangerously close.
“You won’t even look at me today.”
“Because you annoy me,” she snapped.
“Right. So annoyed you blush every time I say your name?”
Her cheeks heated instantly.
He leaned in, lips inches from her ear.
His voice dropped even lower.
“…Especially after what I heard.”
Felix tilted his head, eyes glinting with wicked amusement.
“‘I don’t want to like him… but my stupid heart doesn’t listen.’ ”
Ava’s stomach dropped to the floor.
“You— you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
Felix trapped her gently against the shelf, one hand beside her head.
His thumb brushed her cheek.
“And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
He looked at her like he was discovering a new universe inside her eyes.
“…You like me,” he whispered.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.
“Good. Because I hate that I like you too.”
“Since the day you yelled at me over the printer,” he said.
“And probably before that. I just didn’t want to admit it.”
He tugged her closer by the waist — and her body moved easily, naturally, like it had been waiting for this.
He traced his fingers along her jawline, slow and teasing, making her shiver.
“You know what the worst part is?” he murmured.
Ava’s knees almost gave out.
Felix leaned in — so close she felt his breath.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
“No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
Felix’s smile turned darker.
“Good. Because I’ve been dying to do this.”
But deep — hungry — like months of tension finally snapping.
Ava’s fingers tangled in his shirt.
Felix pressed her back gently against the shelf, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer.
His lips moved with hers like he’d memorized the shape.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.
“…Be my girlfriend,” he whispered.
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
Felix cupped her face, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip.
“I’ve never been more serious about anything.
Ava smiled — soft, shy, overwhelmed.
Felix kissed her again, slower this time, like she was something precious.
In her chest, something warm bloomed.
Maybe Felix wasn’t as bad as she once thought.
Maybe… he was exactly what she needed.
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