Clash of will

Morgan's point of view 

I stood up in frustration as soon as Marrissa left my office.

My plan had failed again.I really thought she would mess up the presentation.I had prepared a lengthy speech filled with insults to bombard her with.

But no, she did extremely well, better than the others.

Damn! She is good, no wonder dad insisted I rehire her.

But her silence is killing me.I actually thought by now she should have acknowledged our night together, said something about it.

Or is she too shy to talk about it?

Nah, she doesn't look like the shy type.

Didn't she enjoy it as much as I did? How could she just pretend like it had never happened?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

To think I almost spilled it out myself, and yet she feigned innocence, like she didn't know what I was talking about.

Damn you Marrissa, for making a fool out of me, I'll make you pay, I swear.

A delicate knock on my door took me out of my thoughts.

“Come in,” I said, taking my seat.

Someone I didn't expect walked in, Farrow Hussion.

“Hey,” I said, walking towards her.

“Hi Morgan, I hope this isn't a bad time,” she said, hugging me.

“No, it's fine, how are you?”

“I'm good and how's work?” 

“How's your new role as the CEO,” she said, laughing.

I laughed too, although I didn't know why she was in my office.

“So, Morgan, my dad and I want you to join us for dinner today” she said, "you can discuss your business proposal with him after dinner, what do you think?”

“That's fine,” I said, nodding my head. “Thanks for coming all the way here to inform me. It must have been a bother,” I added.

“Not really Morgan, you know I'm willing to do anything for you," she said, getting to her feet.

She walked over to my side and sat on my desk, very close to me, revealing her soft and smooth skin.

Funny, I wasn't moved, my manhood craved another vaginal, not hers, but I didn't stop her.

She leaned closed, touching my chest and whispering something in my ears.

At that moment, someone knocked on my door.I knew it was Marrissa, because she had left her laptop on my desk earlier.

Farrow continued to touch me, bringing her lips close to mine, just then Marrissa walked into my office.

I was happy, she needed to see that other ladies dot on me and maybe this could make her jealous.

I looked at her from the corner of my eyes, she pretended not to even notice us, she took her laptop and immediately turned to leave.

‘Come back here,” I said, stopping her from leaving.

“Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just came to pick up my laptop. You can continue sir, I'll find my way out.” She said.

Her words made me even angrier than before. How could she not feel anything?

“Didn't you see my guest? This is Farrow Hussion, the heir to Hussion properties,” I said.

“Oh, you welcome,” Marrissa said with a smile, looking at Farrow.

“She is a very close friend to me," I said, laying emphasis on the word ‘close’, yet Marrissa said nothing, she simply nodded.

Woah! Is this how you intend to play the game? Okay, you can play it.

I took out my wallet and threw some cash on the floor.

“Get me a bottle of wine for my guest,” I instructed.

Of course, I had many bottles of wine in my cabinet, but I wanted to punish Marrissa.

She hesitated, perhaps thinking whether to agree or not.

She looked at Farrows and then at me before picking up the money, she left my office, banging on the door.

“What an attitude,” Farrow said.

I turned to my laptop, angrily punching the letters. Farrow was surprised.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Working,” I replied,” I have some imported documents to go through.”

She sighed disappointed, “what was she thinking, an office romance? Well, sorry to disappoint you, I only allowed you so close because I thought that would make Marrissa jealous, but it didn't work.”

Marrissa came back with an alcoholic wine.

“What the hell is this?” I asked.

“A bottle of wine,” she replied.

“I'm not blind Marrissa, why would you buy an alcoholic wine? Are we drunkards?”

“But sir., .you didn't specify the wine you needed.”

“Really, aren't you supposed to use your brains……? Go…. Return it and get me a fruit wine.”

I expected an argument or a refusal, but she took the bottle of wine and walked out.

“And be fast,” I shouted behind her.

I turned towards Farrow, and she was staring at me like I was the one with the problem.

Marrissa returned with the fruit wine, a JW wine to be precise.

She dropped it on my table and turned to leave.

“Get us glasses,” I ordered.

She turned towards my cabinet, opened it, and turned to look at me.

I'm sure she saw several bottles of wine inside the cabinet. I smirked and she smiled.

She took out two glasses and poured the wine without being told.

“Should I also feed you,” she whispered, enough for me to hear. 

“Leave,” I ordered, and she walked out of my office confidently.

What do I need to break you?

Farrows stayed for a while before leaving.I was almost done with work when an email popped up.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, tired. I wanted to go home early. I contemplated leaving the email till tomorrow but decided against it.

I clicked it and I stared blankly at the words.

Dear Mr Morgan,

I hope you had a wonderful day.I just carefully went through my duties as your personal assistant and nowhere did I see that I needed to be your personal nanny or slave girl.I respectfully obeyed your orders today because of the presence of your esteemed guest who may be a potential client. Please, I won't be this tolerant again. Please let's be professional and stick to our roles and duties.

Thanks for your cooperation Sir,

Marrissa Cooper.

The audacity of her, I stood up from my seat, I couldn't control the rage running through me.

“Oh Marrissa, you have just drawn the battle line,” I said.

“Get ready, for the war has just begun.”