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I couldn't stop myself from thinking about it. Was he going to call her tonight? It was our last day here and he probably would. Saying I enjoyed the tour and the view of the city as we headed back to the hotel would be a lie. my mind was busy thinking of all the possible ways to stop Damon from calling the waitress.Damon stopped talking to me or pointing to places he wanted me to see when he noticed I wasn't listening to him. the car ride had become silent and awkward and I didn't care. I wanted it to be that way. how did this even happen to me? it all started with admiration and now I was totally crushing on him. It pissed me off because I told myself that relationships would be the last thing on my mind once I found a job but look at me now."Are you mad at me, Jane?" I instantly regretted telling him to call me by his name and Yes, I was mad at him but he didn't need to know that or why."No", was my short response and I continued to look out the window. he didn't talk to me aga
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Damon stared at me surprised. His look was intense and it made me slightly uncomfortable but I masked it by smirking at him. I looked away and asked the bartender to fill the glass again. After emptying four more glasses of martini, I left the bar and entered the crowd on the dance floor. Damon didn't stop me but I knew he was watching my every movement. I was already tipsy and the song playing just called me to dance. I went to the middle and started to sway my hips. My hands went to my hair before trailing down my body. I turned and my gaze landed on Damon who was staring at me intensely. Not breaking eye contact, I swayed my hips as sexily as I could. I didn't know why I was acting like a slut but what I did know was that I wanted him to want as much as I wanted him. I pulled the already short dress up exposing my thighs. I remembered Matilda telling me that ninety per cent of men found women with good thighs attractive. i didn't know whether she was wrong or not but I did it anyw
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"I'm sorry for puking on your shirt," I said for the tenth time in my half-intoxicated state. "It's alright.", Damon walked me to the bathroom. He had helped me come to the room since I was too drunk to walk on my own. "I'll leave you alone so you can change your clothes.", my hands grabbed his stopping him as he turned to leave. "Wait! I-I don't think I can change my clothes on my own.", his mouth dropped open at what I had just said and I suddenly realized how wrong it had come out of my mouth. If someone told me three months ago that I would be saying this to my boss then I would have told that person that he was out of his mind. "B-but I can't...", he stammered, flustered. "It's not like I'm asking you to undress me. You can just open the zip for me." "Yeah, you're right." I was standing in front of the sink. I looked in the mirror and winced at my reflection in it. My hair was a mess and my makeup had been ruined. I really looked like a zombie. Damon's warm hands brushed ove
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I couldn't move as I continued to stare at him. Alert! alert! I had been caught! My mind tried to form an excuse as to why I kissed him but no excuse that came to mind seemed to be reasonable enough. I could say that there was something on his lips and that I tried to kiss it off. What was I thinking? That excuse didn't make sense. "I-I w-was..." I stammered out and was stopped from speaking when Damon pulled me closer and crashed his lips to mine and it was like opening up my soul, tasting, feeling and seeing every colour of the rainbow in their own sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness. I was levitating off the ground floating in the air as his lips pried open my mouth and our tongue danced against each other. No words or figures of speech could describe what I was feeling. It was everything I had yearned for and more. Moans escaped my lips as fireworks exploded in me. I wanted to continue kissing him but we were both running off oxygen
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The following week had been uneventful. Damon had arrived on Monday and as I had predicted he was acting like I didn't exist. I was still working in the printing room and Mr France always smirked at me when our paths crossed. I knew it was his doing. My life was still as boring as hell but Justin and Matilda helped to crack a smile a few times a day.I'd been in the printing room ever since I came to work which was three hours. I was busy checking the fast batch of magazines for any sign of error when someone told on the glass door. It was a delivery man holding a bouquet of roses in his hands. I closed the door behind me as I stepped outside and stared at him and the flowers confused."Are you looking for someone?", I inquired."Yes, I am. I was told I would find her here.", he checked the list on his paper and said, "Her name is Jane Duncan.""What?""Her name's...""I heard you the first time. And that would be me. Who sent them?""I'm afraid I'm not allowed to disclose that but th
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Life had the funniest way of always fucking with me. Tonight was no exception. I was currently standing in front of bruised Justin whose nose was bleeding. He used a tissue to wipe the blood and hissed in pain. "Let me help you.", I offered but he shook his head at me. I knew he was angry at me. I was angry at myself too for allowing this to happen to him. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have played the stupid game and I definitely shouldn't have drank from my glass when Matilda posed the question. Flashback (Three hours before present) "Try this one.", Matilda said while tossing a blue dress to me. This was the twentieth dress she had given to me and she was still rummaging through her closet for more. Did she own a clothing store or what? "It's too short. I can't wear this. How about I just wear jeans with my grey shirt?" She snapped her head to look at me, "Are you really serious right now? This is a work party. Going in jeans and a shirt is an abomination." I snorted at her,
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Mr France and Damon were sitting on both sides of the couch with Collins in between them. Collins had a glass of red wine in his hand and had thrown his head back laughing at something Mr France had said. They weren't the only ones in the room. Justin, Arwen and one male and female co-worker I didn't know were also there. Arwen noticed me first and smiled at me. Damon saw the action since they were talking when it happened. He looked at me for three seconds before quickly turning his head to the other side when he realized it was me. Ouch! That hurt more than him ignoring me. "Jane, why are you still standing there?", Matilda called me to sit next to her. Collins's head perked up at the mention of my name. I tried to hide my face as I walked across the room but I wasn't lucky enough because he whispered my name not quite believing I was also there."What are you doing here?", he had the nerve to ask. I ignored him and sat next to Matilda, who looked at me, confused.Damon didn't spa
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Matilda and Justin weren't talking to me. I knew Justin was angry at me because of yesternight but I didn't know why Matilda was avoiding me. I was the one supposed to be angry at her. She had refused to help Justin when I'd asked her. I didn't understand why she did that. Today I sat alone at the lunch table munching on my fries because the only friends I had here didn't even want to look at me.I lost my appetite and threw the rest into the bin before heading out. I was deep in thought and wasn't concentrating on where I was walking. I bumped into someone and fell to the ground. I grumbled from the pain in my butt.A hand reached out in front of me to help me up. I looked up and it was Damon's. Shit! Why did It have to be him? Events from yesterday flashed in front of my eyes and my annoyance turned into anger. I was surprised he didn't leave me on and floor and walk away.I ignored the hand he had stretched out and got up on my own. He was about to say something but I cut him off a
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Mr France returned to work the following day looking like he had just walked off a runway. Not only his presence surprised me but his clothes as well. It wasn't his usual dark blue suit but a flower-patterned shirt and tight jeans that showed his well-defined thighs. I had made it to the elevator when he entered the building, a pair of shades hiding his eyes which would still be puffy from all the crying he did yesterday. I entered the elevator with me and I had expected a 'good morning' thinking we'd gotten a little bit closer because of the events that happened the day before but none came my way. I cursed myself internally for thinking he would do such a thing. Even though he had been weak yesterday, he was still the self-centred and arrogant Mr France. I pressed the button to the last floor and anxiously waited for it to open because of the awkward atmosphere in the small space. Fortunately, a few seconds later I heard a 'ding' sound as the doors opened and I quickly rushed out.
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Life was a rollercoaster. Most often the unpredictable happens in our lives and we find ourselves thrown into a series of events that manifest significantly in our lives. An example of such an unpredictable event is the sight of Mr France sitting on my couch, watching television. I'd expected him to run out of my house the moment his eyes opened but not only did he eat the food I had prepared but he'd thanked me for it. Something I thought I would never hear him say. Maybe his father's death and his unstable emotions were bringing a side of him that no one knew or that he hid away.He hadn't cried since he woke up but looked sad, which was expected considering the present situation. He laughed at something funny on the screen. I turned to look at him, his face calm and relaxed but his teary eyes betrayed him. He wasn't okay but was trying desperately to keep it in, which worried me. He had to let it out!"Errr, are you okay?", shit, I shouldn't have phrased it like that. I mentally f
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We went through a great deal of trouble before we were finally able to carry the sleeping man into my apartment. The most painful part had been holding him up the stairs. We dropped him on the bed, not caring if he’d landed on it. My mind couldn’t process that because of how sore my ankles and arms were. “I have to go back to work. I have an article to finish. Do you have things to print, if so I could give an excuse for your disappearance.”, Justin said I remembered I hadn’t told him of what had happened on Friday. Clearing my throat, I uttered, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t work there any more” “Really? Did you move back to the workstation, or did you get fired?” “Don’t be dumb. Do you think I would be in that building if I had been fired.?” “Okay, so you’re moving back to the workstation?”, I rubbed my temple, “No, I’m not…” “Then where are you now?”, he interrupted me by asking. I glared at him and spat, “How can I tell you when you won’t let me finish speaking?” He r
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Mournful, was the atmosphere that greeted me when I entered the building. People weren't gossiping about what they'd done on the weekend, everyone looked sad and downcast, including Rosa, who seemed to have been zoned out because she didn't notice me. It surprised me how personal everyone had taken Mr Nathaniel France's death. It could be because he'd been so kind to his workers, or that he'd founded the company that had put money into their pockets. My heels clicked loudly on the floor as I exited the elevator and made my way to my new office. It had been cleaned, and new furniture had been added to it. I didn't dwell on it for too long because my mind was occupied with thoughts about Mr France. Was he alright? It had come out on the news that no one had heard of him since his father's passing on Saturday, and now it was Monday. I left my office and stood in front of his door. I wasn’t sure he was in there, but I had to check. I knocked it twice but received no response. After two m
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I rushed to him and cried out for help. Mr. France and Garry, who had been in the hallway also rushed to the room. Mr. France carried him from the floor and placed him in the couch while Garry called the ambulance. I let out a silent gasp when I saw the amount of blood coming out from his nose. Was he going to be alright? He had to be. Worried about his condition, I offered a silent prayer for him.A moment later, we heard a siren blurring in the distance. Paramedics checked his pulse and blood pressure, placed him in a stroller and carried him into the ambulance. Garry wanted to go with them, but Mr. France told him not to, so he didn't. Mr. France sat in his car and briefly looked at me, his eyes asking if I would be able to go alone. There was undeniable fear in his eyes, and he didn't try to conceal it. I nodded at him, assuring him that I had money on me, and he drove off, following the ambulance. I never knew I could communicate with someone without words until that moment when
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The old Mr. France was sitting in the couch wearing a bathroom rope, with an edition of The Insider in his hands as I entered the room. I looked at him, amazed by his presence. I'd always looked up to him when I was growing up, so it felt good to see him in person. He'd come from a poor home but managed to fulfil his dreams and make a life for himself despite the hate and discouragement, he received from his parents. Because he did not choose to become a doctor like they wanted him to. Now he looked very old and frail, a deep contrast to the devilishly handsome man I'd made my role model. Mr France sat on one of the chairs in the room. I did so too, but not before greeting the older man. He brought the magazine down, smiled and nodded at me. I squealed internally and smiled back at him. His smile dropped from his face when his eyes landed on his son, who looked at him with a frown. I got the chance to carefully looked at the older man and realized. “You're late.”, he simply stated, a
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I woke up the following morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I raised my myself from the bed and checked the time, it was thirty minutes to six. Who would call me on a Saturday, and that too at five thirty in the morning? I picked up my phone, and it was an unknown number. My thoughts wandered to the car that had followed me yesterday. Who was it? I doubted it was someone from my past. I turned off my phone and tossed it on my bed. I had changed a lot these past few years, it would be difficult for anyone I once knew to recognize. Maybe my mind had played games with me and the car wasn't even following. I said that to myself until I finally believed it and carried on with my weekend routine, which is sleeping until it's noon. Some hours later, a knock sounded on my door. It was light at first until the person began to pound on the door when I didn't respond. I got up from the bed and checked the time again, it was forty-five minutes past ten. I let out a yawn and walked to the
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PAST~SEVEN YEARS BEFORE PRESENTMy back was forcefully pushed to the wall, so I winced in pain. The bald man holding my neck sneered at me, a smirk on his face. I was taller than him, but he was strong, so strong that I could barely breathe. My hands tried to pry his off me, but it was no use. We were at the alley at the back of the bar, Alexandro visited with his men on every Friday. Today I had come with him. He'd told me I would finally be part of his family if I killed one of his men who had betrayed him. I'd refused to do it, and it led to this."What? Did you think I wasn't going to know it was you, bitch?", he pressed tighter, and I thought my neck was going to snap into two, but he let go off me. I fell to the ground, coughing as my throat burned. It would surely leave a mark there. My vision was blinded with tears because I knew he was going to kill me. Alexandro wasn't one to forgive. He didn't care your age or your status, all that mattered to him was that once you wronged
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"I want you to be my secretary.", I choked on my saliva and erupted into a fit of coughs as soon as the words left his mouth. My throat burned, and I hit on my chest so stop the coughs. I'd never experienced something like this before. Mr France did nothing to help, and I didn't expect much from him. After almost five minutes of me hitting my chest, I finally calmed down. He continued as if I'd not nearly died, "I'll have someone clean up the room, so you can move in as soon as possible. There are a lot of files you have to go through...", I cut me off before he said any more nonsense,"I didn't agree to it." He looked at me as if he'd grown two wings and said,"What do you mean by you've not agreed to it.", I shrank in my seat and couldn't look him in the eye because of how he was looking at me. It was like he was telling me there'd be major consequences if I didn't agree with him. "You asked me to be your secretary but I-I h-haven't s-said yes t-to t-that.", I stuttered. I didn't kn
