Chapter 5, V for vice

Serena’s POV

Jerry and I were having a conversation about my hair in the break room. He complains that it's not appropriate for work and that he hoped that it would be gone after a week of working in VestTech. It's been a month and counting and I still had my short blue-tinted hair. Jerry said it made me look like a pixie. 

Vincent had joined us and I couldn't be more happy to have all this sorted out. “Vincent, Jerry here thinks I should get rid of my hair, that it is not ethical for work”

“Why do you think they are not ethical?”Finally, Jerry is getting what he deserves, he has been on this matter all day and I was getting tired and bored of it. “I'm speaking to you, Serena”, what, me?

I looked at him with a confused expression, “Sir, it was only mentioned to me now, it seemed like it was never a problem, to begin with”, I made my case as it was.

“Well, now it's one”, he grabs an apple from the fruit tray and takes a bite out of it. “He is your boss if he says the hair gotta go, the hair’s gotta go”, he leans towards me to grab a cup from the lower cabinet I stood in front of. I could feel him smirking right above him, this little prick. Vincent leaves the break room. Jerk. Always runs from conversations that are not about sex or what his body is gonna do to me.

I turned my attention back to Jerry, “You've got to at least come to a compromise”, why is Jerry being all stubborn today? He's my favorite person in the office and the only friend I have worthwhile conversations with within the office. 

“The only thing that's going to be compromised here is your job”, he reaches for an Apple as well, takes a bite, and lets out a grunt, he leaves with his hands on his jaw. 

As I was about to leave, Vincent walked in, closing the door behind him. Does he want to go for it again, here? He brings out a packet of sugar in the sugar jar and leaves. What's gotten into these two? Jerry would never put me in a compromising position and Vincent would never not be in a room alone with me without touching me. Something's wrong somewhere and I have to do something about it. 

Later that day, while I was seated in my little cubicle of an office, Vincent walked over and offered to take me out for lunch. Was I dreaming? Vincent, taking me out for lunch? I couldn't tell if I was having a bad day, a good day, or a bit of both with a mix of weird, confused, and bored. I've been walking all day without leaving this chair. I've never had a busy day like this before. At least Vincent noticed for once.

“Wanna get lunch?”, looking at the pile of work in front and hearing the offer, a once-in-life offer I could only get once with Vincent, it didn't take me long to realize what I was going for.

“Yes sir”, finally, food. I exploded in excitement inside me, Vincent turned to look at me and I had to compose myself.

At the restaurant, Vincent had ordered himself a ribeye steak with bearnaise sauce. As for me, grilled salmon with spinach cream sauce. Now I know why he offered to take me out for lunch. He was the really hungry one, he just had to ask me to follow him so he wouldn't feel guilty for leaving me, and here I was thinking he cared about me.

“You're not hungry?”He noticed I was eating slower than he was. How can I be hungry when he's been acting strange around me since this week? Vincent hadn't touched me all week. Is he seeing someone else, has he found someone younger than I was? What is going on in that dick head of his? He reached for his soda.

“I want you to fuck me tonight”, Vincent coughs, spilling his drink on his face, nearly choking. I'm sure everyone here heard me, perfect. “What's wrong?”, acting like I care.

“What?”, don't ask me that, you know what's up.

“You haven't touched or kissed me, you haven't fucked me. I need you to fuck me Vincent”, I made sure he knew my mind. I could see he had nothing to say. So he knows what he has been doing all week. He cleans his mouth with a napkin.

“You want to fuck?”, to his surprise.

“Yes, Vincent, I want to fuck you”, he chuckles.

“Are you sure?”, uhm, duh!

“Of course I'm sure”, did I stutter the first time? Jesus! He's facelifted with a devious smile.

“I just wanted to know how much you wanted me”, what is he talking about? He cleans his face with a napkin. “It's good to know where your priorities lie”, so why did he steer me off sex just to make me crave it more? Jesus Christ! Who is this man? I've known him for over a month and he is still unpredictable. He's the devil, and I'm getting wet from just looking at that beautiful devil's face. “Let’s go now”, he signals the waiter. 

“But I'm not done eating”, I was about digging in.

“I said let's go”, I cleared my throat.

“Yes sir”, lowering my head and walking behind him as we left.

We stood in front of the restaurant and a chauffeur brought the car around. “Hey, Se, Se!”I spotted Alexander from across the road calling out my name. Oh, shit! What is he doing here? He crosses and finally gets to where we are.

“Alex, what are you doing here?”, what the fuck, Alex? What was he doing here? Without warning, Alexander kisses me right in front of Vincent.

I'm dead…