8 - Resignation Letter.

Isis stared at the folded paper with shock. A letter of resignation? When she hadn't even started the job yet? Still not able to believe her eyes, she opened the paper quickly to read its content. Lo and behold was indeed a resignation letter. She scoffed and looked up at him from the front of his office chair where he stood, his office table was in between both of them.

He could tell from the look on his face that he was very angry, and no one needed to tell her that. However, he wasn't the only one angry. In fact, she believed she had more right to be angry, unlike him, who had little to no right to be angry. Not even a little bit.

"I haven't even started working yet, so why am I being given a resignation letter to sign?" She queried him. Thinking about it again, she added. "Moreover, if a person wants to resign, he or she does it willingly. But here you are, firing me without any genuine reason and you're sugarcoating with the title of resignation!"

Omarion folded his arms as he stared at the fiery lady in front of his office table in anger. A lot of things made him angry that morning, even before he came to the office. But what made him even more angry was the fact that a mere unemployed person could dare to say no to him. And it wasn't just once she said no to him. Her confidence, despite knowing how big he was in the whole of Europe, and knowing what he can do and undo, and she still had the audacity to refuse him, was what fuelled his anger the more.

Knowing how a lot of ladies fantasized about having a mere make out session, or just a foreplay with him, and here he was offering her sex in its full course and she refused it. She refused him without thinking it twice. No one had ever done that, and no one dared to do it. So, it is either she does what he wants, or he fires her. Since she's not ready to do what ge wants, he was also ready to fire her.

"If you aren't going to do what I asked, sign the motherfucking thing!" He growled at her, his eyes looking dangerous as he raised his voice at her.

Isis scoffed. She had been trying to hold in her anger all along, but seeing now that even with that, she was still gonna get fired, she decided to let it all out. "You want to make me sign a resignation letter, so that other companies would think I resigned on my own? When truly you're the one firing me?" She chuckled lightly. "If you want to really fire me, then write me a sack letter!" She banged his table with her right palm. "Write me one, so that when I get to other companies, I can tell them why you sacked me! Because of your sexual urges which you cannot hold in! You can't control your—"

Omarion burst into a hearty laughter immediately, cutting Isis short in the middle of her sentence, as he rested his hands on his table and bent down on it to laugh. He raised his head to look at her again, after a few seconds. "I now see that you don't know how mighty I am. But guess what? I'm ready to show you that I'm not someone you can easily toy with." He paused as he remembered something.

"You even have the guts to say I cannot control my sexual urges?" He chuckled, then drew his chair backwards and sat on it. "I bet you're just a slut who doesn't get enough pay from the little men you follow around, so you decided to seek for a job. It's people like you that act all holy." He said to spite her.

That triggered a lot of anger in her. She could be called anything, but the one thing she wouldn't accept was being called something she was not. Worst of it all, a slut? She couldn't take it in. Angrily, she picked up a book on his table and flinged it to him. However, he didn't even move or budge the slightest, since she was too busy to aim well, and the book went in another direction, to his back.

"How dare you call me a slut, uh?!" She snapped at him angrily, then scoffed. "You think everyone is like you?! Just in case you didn't know, I'm not a slut! I'm in fact, a virgin! So you had better—"

"A virgin? You?" He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Why claiming something you're not? You don't have to lie to me, do you?"

Although, embarrassed that she said that she was a virgin out loud, she knew there was no going back. She had said it already, and now she had to defend it. "Why would I lie about stuff like that?" She gave him a scornful glare as she said that.

"Maybe because you want me to see you in another light and give you the job without any conditions?" He retorted with a devilish smirk on his face. "But then, how would I know you're telling the truth if I don't go down there by myself to confirm it?" He licked his lips seductively as his eyes remained glued to her.

Isis's anger almost resolved completely as she stared at him. It was like Omarion looked more handsome with each passing day, because to her, he looked more good-looking than the day before.

"You can confirm through a virginity test and not your dirty means!" She replied to him, trying her best to show how pissed she was, even though she was failing at it.

She took her time studying his facial features, and it was just a beauty to behold. His innocent-looking brown eyes looked really pretty and his lashes were so long. He did match up to the impression Pheonix had of rich young bosses. A beauty god.

She was lost in her admiration of his face when he spoke. "And why are you staring at me like you're about to rape me?" Omarion's voice broke her out of her trance.

She looked away immediately, unable to hide the embarrassment she felt as her cheeks burned.

He chuckled lightly before speaking again. "You don't have to feel embarrassed though. Not many people have the opportunity you have right now. I'm all yours to speak to because I genuinely want to know why you would reject such a magnificent offer."

She scoffed as her confidence suddenly returned to her, and she raised her head to look him in the eyes once again. "You are so full of yourself. The only right thing about you on the internet is your gorgeousness. The rest are all lies. You're nothing close to humble!"

"I see you've been searching my name up on the internet," Omarion gave a wide smile when she said that, much to her surprise.

She expected him to get pissed, but here he was flashing his perfectly arranged white set of teeth at her. How can someone be this perfect in creation? She thought to herself.

"You have such a big mouth that speaks so bluntly. I wonder if you can size me up." He added, the smile still on his face.

She didn't quite fathom what he meant for some seconds but immediately she did, her jaw dropped low when she took note of what he was implying. "You are also a flirt and a pervert?!" She exclaimed. "God, I should have known. Because why would a sane man even say what you just said to me, uh? I would never—"

"Want to stop. Yes, I understand that. You'd never want to stop when you start," he replied, his face still calm as ever, the smile on his face.

"Ew." She replied, her face showing an irritated look. She immediately changed the topic to the main reason she wad there. Picking up the letter, she said. "I still stand on not signing this, because I didn't resign on my own!"

He stpod up from his chair without a word, walked closer to her and she moved back a bit. But he didn't stop, he continued to move closer and closer. She took a few steps back until her back was against the restroom wall. Then he began to close the distance between them, caging her in with his arms. Her heart was beating so hard and her skin felt strange chills.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the lower part of her neck, and it felt really good to her. Her body became aware of the heated closeness and it made her feel things in her lower belly, things that made her giddy and dirty. She shouldn't be having such thoughts at the moment.

And suddenly, he placed his free hand on her neck and choked her, making her cough, as her eyes went wide open in surprise. There was an unexpected intense heat between them for some seconds as he raised his head and they stared into each other's eyes.

"Get your… hands… off my… neck, you womanizer!"

That name she had just called him pissed him off the more, and he turned her back to him, holding her two hands together tightly in his hands and he pressed her body to the wall, saying he was going to show her what womanizing means, by doing the unforgivable to her.

Hearing this, Isis let her pride go and she agreed to delete the pictures. "I'll sign it," she finally said, almost choking on her words. "I said I'll sign it. Let me go!"

"Good." He released her hands and handed a pen to her. "Go on," he ordered, his face as emotionless as ever.

As she signed the letter, another rush of anger rushed through her body. She knew she was qualified for the job, but here she was, suffering because she wasn't a hoe, or a slut, like he wanted her to be. The thought of this made her head spark and immediately she was done signing it, she threw both the paper and his pen at his face in anger, much to Omarion's surprise at her audacity.

"That's it! That's your stupid letter! And you should be ashamed! You think you can do anything you want, whereas you're just a lowlife person with no sexual control!" She yelled at him in anger, to his face directly. She was even more angry to see that he wasn't a bit moved by her words. Instead, he stood there with his hands folded and continued staring at her. "I never want to have anything to do with a man as dirty, disgusting and wicked as you, Omarion Yandel!" She yelled.

"And you think I'd want something to do with a hoe in disguise?" He raised an eyebrow at her. Her words moved him, but he tried his best not to show it. He had never seen a lady stand up to him and call him names like that, even when he expected them to; when he intentionally does something mean to them that requires them to be harsh towards him. But no one dared to confront him. Until now.

"I am not a whore! Get that into your skull!" She snapped at him and turned around to leave. She was already at the door when she turned around to face him. "And guess what? Fuck you! And fuck your motherfucking dick that you cannot control!" He yelled at him, then unlocked the door and rushed out before he would think of doing anything to her.

Her last words pissed him off, and just as she rushed out and shut the door, he scattered the books on his table in anger, growling loudly. He was so pissed at himself for not being able to have her. "Bastard bitch!" Was all he could mutter.