My mouth forms a big letter O when I glance at the handwritten letter, and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
Saying that I am shocked is a fucking understatement.
"What the hell?" I cuss, eyes scanning the sheet of paper in my hands for the umpteenth time and I shake my head.
I am so fucked up, harder than I expected, and I am hella furious.
My Jaw is set and I am grinding my teeth furiously as I read the familiar letter, word by word, for the hundredth time.
My hands are jerking, hell, my entire body is literally shaking with rage and I am clutching the damn letter so tight almost tearing it into two pieces.
And yes, it is my resignation letter.
A letter that I wrote a few days ago.
A letter that I personally signed.
A letter that I didn't put in the envelope.
A letter that I didn't fucking send to Styles.
"Are you okay, Joanna?" Sasha asks me, a frown forming on her beautiful face when she takes in my furious face, and I feel like a total bitch as I walk past her, completely ignoring her.I step out of the building and my heart is beating furiously as I walk towards the entrance.I am fully charged, one second away from exploding and I feel murderous.Extremely murderous."Kindly use the exit, Ms." The security guard tells me politely, but I push him out of the way and I proceed to walk through the entrance.He is probably cussing at me, but I don't give a flying shit.He can go hang for all I care.I hate all of them!I hate Modern Comm!I hate Mr. Styles!In fact, fuck Modern Comm!Fuck Mr. Styles!I hope he rots in hell.He is so insensitiv
"You did what?" I ask, squinting eyes at him in disbelief.My nostrils are flaring, fists clenched and every muscle in my body is quivering."I am sorry."I glare at him and shake my head.He is not even at the slightest bit remorseful.He still has that stupid smirk on his face and it makes me want to slap him really hard.He is looking at me as if everything is all okay, like costing me my job is not such a big deal and I am staring at him blankly, loss of words."You offered him money to fire me?" The words comes out stressed.It is yet to sink in my head yet.I can't believe that he would go to an extent of paying my boss to fire me, and I can't believe that Styles actually took the money.The way he was so furious with me.I wouldn't have guessed that it was all pretence, he i
I am leaning on the wall, outside BM holdings, stomping my foot fiercely as I wait impatiently for a cab that I requested a few minutes ago."Shit!" I cuss under my breath.I take a deep breath and I release it slowly in an attempt to calm myself down but it doesn't work.Fuck!I can't loosen up when all I want to do is go back to that damn office and strangle that son of a bitch to death.It has taken every ounce of myself control to storm out of his office instead of lunging for his throat.I was so tempted.Spending eternity in prison for killing Mathew would be so worth it, but I have a family to take care of and they need me now more than ever.I heave a sigh of relief when the cab driver pulls a few meters away from me and I hastily walk to the car before I succumb to the temptation.The driver smiles sweetly at me
Luther?I roll my eyes to infinity, cussing under my breath. Just the mere sight of him bores me to death.And I guess the asshole is everywhere!I haven't known Luther for too long but my hatred for him runs too deep. I disliked him from the very first time that I set my eyes on his ugly face.It is literal by the way, he is so fucking ugly and his arrogance is so far up his ass, that only makes him uglier.He is swirling on the swivel chair and he is too busy texting on his phone to notice us.Rick clears his throat noisily and Luther looks up from his phone to Ric very much irritated. He has a bored look on his face as he glares at Ric like he would rather stab himself than look at Ric's face for another more second.It is not hard to notice the hatred between these two.Luther obviously hates everyone and I expect people t
DISCLAIMER! THE CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE READING THAT KINDLY SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. I PROMISE YOU WON'T MISS MUCH.I gag the minute his nasty lips press on mine, jerking my head away and I end up hitting my head slightly on the metallic edge of the headrest.This is the most disgusting shit that has ever happened to me and it makes me want to puke my guts out.It is very horrendous.I don't want to scream, if I yell he will take advantage and shove his filthy tongue inside my mouth and I would die before I let that happen.I would rather feed on someone's poop than have his saliva inside my mouth because that would be the last thing I ever taste.He is trying to part my pursed lips using his disgusting tongue and I am doing my best to keep them pursed.I make an effort to shove him away but the more I push him from me, the
"That will happen over my dead body!""I don't have a problem with you putting on a fight, I would actually love that." He says, laughing."Get off me, asshole!"I cough when his hands grab my neck and then he starts to choke me again."I will kill you if I have to! Do not dare me!" He lets go of my neck and I take a desperate breath."Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?"He smirks at me."You didn't do anything, babes. I am doing this because I can.""You will spend the rest of your life in jail. I will make you pay for assaulting me you psycho!""I will get away with it, I always do!" He has a sadistic grin on his face."How will you live with yourself knowing that you took advantage of me?"He laughs."You think I care?""How will you leave
I am literally sobbing as I dial Sky's phone number and she answers almost immediately."Jo?"Her voice is hoarse from crying too much I guess, and she sounds so fucking low and very broken."Where are you?" I ask, wiping my tears with the back of my hand."Johnsons hotel. Room number 15." Her voice is drifting away."I will be there in a few. Hold on, okay?""Jo I am..." She trails away."Sky! Sky! Are you there?" I panic and I can't help the paranoia that creeps in."The fuck Sky, don't you dare die on me!" I yell at her through the phone and when she doesn't say anything, I end the call and dial 911."My friend..." I start to say even before they answer my call."911, what's your emergency?" The agent asks me calmly."My friend, she is dying...""Where are you right n
I stare at my signature for a transient second and another tear rolls down my other cheek, but I quickly wipe it away with my thumb and glance at Matt.He is standing a few meters away, and he has his hands tossed inside his pockets, his eyes entirely on me."Give me the check, I am running late." I can literally feel the agony in my voice.He walks towards me, stopping one step away and I slide the signed document towards him.He takes it, and I watch impatiently as he flips through."Signed, signed, signed." He says with a pleased expression on his face, and he puts the document inside a brown envelope."Give me the damn check, Matthew," I say impatiently and he turns towards me with a raised eyebrow."What check? And can you not call me Matthew again?"I suck in a deep breath."Stop this game, I need the cash or a check wh