Trouble

LAURA POV

The sound of me stumbling back caught his attention, and he narrowed in my direction. His gaze was just too hot and intimidating that I nearly fainted from his gaze.

When he turned and spotted me, his expression darkened.  

“Ms. Laura,” he said, his voice dangerously low.  

"I... I don't...," I stammered, my mind racing to find an excuse, but the fear paralyzing me held my thoughts captive. I tried to escape, but just like the speed of light, I was caged in between him and the wall from behind. His hot breath hit my neck from behind.

“Come here,” he ordered, cutting me off.  

My feet moved before my brain could catch up, carrying me closer to him.

My heart beat crazily against my chest as I felt him so close, with his manhood directly making contact with my butt.

"You don't get to leave so fast Ms.Laura," his thick husky voice made me wet on my panties almost instantly.

How did he manage to get my name after our first encounter? I had never felt so flushed in my entire life as I turned towards him with cheeks as red as tomatoes. He had a silly smirk on his face.

"You don't get to leave until we have this conversation," he declared, as he bolted the door of the changing room, and walked towards the table while shamelessly taking off his belt like I wasn't in front of him.

If I used to think Mr Finch looked handsome in his office, then I wasn't ready for how dreamy the man looked half naked with his pants dangerously below his waist. Especially his eyes, the man looked almost unreal.

"I don't think I have anything to discuss with you, sir," I stuttered as my eyes moved from the stud on his ears to the diamond rings on his fingers.

“You saw too much,” he said, his eyes locked on mine intimidatingly.

“I swear, I won’t tell anyone,” I blurted out, panic seeping into my voice.  

He studied me for a moment, then smirked. “You’d better not. For your sake.” 

He continued, "It is not a surprise that you know who I am. After all, I believe we have met," as he tucked both hands in the pocket of his pants.

"I work for you, and I was the one that brought you coffee...." I responded, and he raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem to be intrigued by the information.

He chuckled softly, the sound both mocking and unnervingly captivating. "Do you think your little errand matters to me? You’ve seen too much, Ms. Laura. That alone makes this very personal."  

His words were a warning, and I didn’t miss the threat laced in them. Still, the question nagging at me escaped before I could stop it.  

"Why would someone like you, wealthy and powerful, need to strip at a club? It doesn’t make sense," I blurted out.  

His expression darkened instantly, his gaze icy as he took a threatening step closer. "It’s not supposed to make sense to you because it’s none of your business!"  

I flinched at his tone, but the stubborn part of me refused to back down. "It may not be my business, but I saw you," I said, my voice shaking.  

His jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, he seemed caught off guard. Then he let out a humourless laugh. "Blackmail? How predictable."  

"I didn’t say that!" I retorted quickly, but he was already advancing on me.  

"People like you," he sneered, his voice dripping with hatred. "Always clawing for an advantage, scrambling for scraps, thinking you can rise above your station."  

"Maybe I am," I shot back, my heart beating rapidly.

"The world revolves around those who take what they want," he said, his smirk growing.

"And people like you that are scrambling for scraps will never understand that." he completely.

"Excuse me," I muttered, attempting to take control of the situation, though the smirk on his face told me he wasn’t fooled.

"I will not resign," I informed.

"Why, if I may ask?" Mr Finch laughed, and asked, as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"If you're planning to syphon more money from me, then you clearly don't know who you're messing with," he uttered.

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes narrowing as though he were sizing me up. Then he smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent a chill down my spine.  

"Very well," he said finally. "Let’s make a deal."  

"A deal?" I echoed, my voice barely steady.  

"Yes," he replied. "You keep quiet about what you saw tonight, and I’ll..." He trailed off, leaning in so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. "Let you keep your precious job."  

I felt my breath hitch as his lips brushed against my ear. "But don’t think for a second that I trust you, Ms. Laura. I’ll be watching."

I hated the fact that I wasn't controlling my emotions around this arrogant man.

"Get out!" He snapped, and I gave him a long last look before walking out of the dressing room. I slowly walked back to the club too shocked to even say anything.

"Where were you, babe? I thought something bad happened to you," Kora uttered worriedly, as we made our way out of the club.

"Don't tell me you decided to get yourself some good man because you look flushed," she mumbled, and I remembered how his front caused some sweet sensations to my body.

"I just want to get some sleep," I muttered, too tired to even stop and think about the day's events.

I arrived home quite late, and I went straight to my room. As I lay down to sleep the memories of the entire night came rushing into my head. What have I gotten myself into??

The next morning, I freshened up and wore a black skirt that hugged me in the right places and a decent dress shirt. Making sure to look very professional, Paired it with nude coloured heels and my glasses.

I walked in on Kora making breakfast.

"Are you up and ready for work?" she asked, as she served pancakes on my table.

"I can't go to work after last night's event, my head bangs with headache," she uttered, and I chuckled as I sat on the chair next to her.

"You need to stock up your kitchen girl. I couldn't find anything useful," she said, and I just sighed softly.

"I know things are hard, but forget all your debt and try to live healthy," she advised, and I just smiled.

After breakfast, I got out and boarded a taxi to Premium Trust.

Immediately I got to my desk, they filled it up with files to work on. I felt the urge to just cry. The day is already killing me, even if it has not gotten anywhere, how am I supposed to come with all of this?

I moved to the Cafe, got myself coffee and decided to go ahead with my day.

"Laura honey," Ms. Anthony called, as she gave me a warm smile, I knew she was on a mission to send me on an errand.

"The boss wants you to get him coffee, just like you did the other day, you can keep the change," she said, as she dropped some notes on the table.

My mind went back to our encounter at the club, and my throat immediately went dry. The memory of Mr. Finch’s words flooded my mind. Why did he want coffee now? What game was he playing?  

I fetched the coffee with shaking hands and made my way to his office. Standing outside the door, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.  

"Come in," his deep voice called from within.  

I stepped inside, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.

"Are you planning to stand there all day, or will you serve the coffee?" he asked, his tone sharp.  

My hands trembled as I moved toward his desk. But as I reached to set the cup down, my foot caught on something.  

Time seemed to slow as the cup tipped, its contents spilling across his desk and soaking several important looking files.  

"Jeez," I muttered, scared.  

The room fell deathly silent, and I dared to look up, meeting Mr. Finch’s furious gaze.  

What had I done now?