I am in an extremely good mood, but then when I am not. Humming loudly to myself, dancing around the bathroom as I brush my mouth.
Today is my interview. I have such a great feeling about this, hence the good mood.
Eventually during the day I went back to where I dropped my bag in the events of that night, I found the bag to my amazement.
Thank fuck for that. However, I haven't been able to get that man out of my mind. I kept imagining the different colour of eyes he could have.
I ended up with blue, but I guess I will never know.
The traffic isn't as horrific as I expected so I arrived a bit earlier which I obviously love because I am a time freak.
I like to use my time properly, I hate going late to anything, and everything. The day I go late for something it might as well be the end of the world.
I gaze at the gigantic building as I drop down from the taxi. It's about a twenty story building. If not more, the whole place is made of glass that I fear my clumsy ass just touching would break it.
Taking a deep breath, I crossed my fingers hoping that I left my clumsiness at home.
My prayers are not answered when I literally fucking stumbled into the sliding glass, that pushes my ass into the building.
My knees hurt from the tiles yet it doesn't deter me as I move as fast as lightning off the floor.
Still it's too late though as everyone's gaze burns holes into me wondering how I fell.
That is also a mystery even to me.
Ducking my head down to avoid more shame than what I feel, I rush to the front desk.
A snobby classic lady sits crossed leg, her mouth chewing gum so loudly it irritates my ear drums. Her face is one of disgust as she watches me approach her.
Kill me now.
Even though I want to eat her fucking eyes for staring at me like that, I still pull up my fake smile to play nice. At least until I get the job.
“Hi, good day. I am Mia–”
“I don't care what your name is. What do you need? A shower?” she physically cringes.
My eyes narrow at her. What a bitch.
Still smiling I pull up my sweetest voice just to irk her, “I am here for the interview.”
She rolls her eyes, blows her bubble gum then says in the most sarcastic voice ever, “13th floor.”
I scurry away quickly before I give into the temptation of bashing her head.
Storming into Pretty’s, I scream just as the bell rings above me, “I GOT THE JOB BITCH!!!!”
Theresa's reaction is one of instinct, lunging over the counter she starts to scream her ass off.
I climb onto one of the chairs, shaking my butt to no music as I dance in happiness.
We are both going crazy because it's a time where customers rarely come in.
Mid afternoons are always dry so our reaction when the bell suddenly gingles is one I can't even begin to describe.
Reece, the man who gave me his card for the interview, strolls in, his hands tucked in his suit pocket.
His reaction to my ass on the floor, while Theresa looks like someone who just got electrocuted with her hair standing in every angle.
Trying to gain any resemblance of composure, I stand upright with my left palm on the nearest table while I cross my legs.
“Are you both okay?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.
It almost tugs my heart until I remembered how cruel humans are.
“Of course. Why won't we be?” I act ignorant, dismissing him with a wave.
“You look–”
Theresa is crashing into him before I can even blink, her hair wiping his face to the side, “We are good thanks, Mr handsome.”
He steps away from her so slowly that you would barely notice the move, but of course Theresa notices.
“Why are you moving away?” she glares, squinting her eyes at him like a mother scolding her child.
“So… Reece what brought you here?” I question, trying to ease the tension growing between them.
He sighs, his body visibly relaxed at my intrusion. Turning his attention to me he says, “I just dropped by for coffee, and also to congratulate you on getting the job.”
He smiles, stretching his hand forward. I laugh, waving his hand away before launching my body into his in a tight embrace.
“Thank you so much Reece.” the sincerity in my voice is unwavering.
He slowly, but eventually wraps his arms around me, his voice rumbling through his body as he speaks. “It's a pleasure to be of help.”
“Have a nice day Mia, see you at work tomorrow.” he adds, and walks out without even buying his coffee.
Theresa's screams snapped me out of whatever thought I was about to have.
My voice is a bit annoyed as I shush her, “He tots likes you.” she beams, like she just won a million dollars.
Rolling my eyes I choose to ignore her tantrums, and try to clean the already cleaned tables.
“He doesn't. He is just being nice.” I deny, even though I suspect that he does.
“Lie. He came here just to congratulate you.” she chirps, bouncing on her feet.
“No, he came to get coffe–”
“That he never bought.” she cuts me off, eyeing me like I just killed her kids when she literally has none.
The rest of the day goes uneventfully, and before I know I am at work the next day excitement taking the best of me.
I rushed down to the elevator, noting that the witch at the front desk had arrived because her bag was there, but she wasn't. Something I am grateful for.
Stepping out of the elevator on the last floor which is the 36th floor. My office is located right beside the CEO’s office.
I immediately pause as I stare at the gold plated label with the name ‘Giovanni Anthonio’ with CEO written underneath.
I just wonder what his office looks like, I know I shouldn't go in there but I am too curious not to.
After all it's only 8:00 am barely anyone is at work, not to talk of the boss.
Nothing will happen. I mean what could possibly go wrong?
I am proven wrong when everything goes wrong as I swing the door open.
The scream leaves my mouth at the sight before me, “Oh my God!!!”
My eyes are literally bulging out at the scene in front of me. The rude bitch at the front desk is hunched over the CEO desk as he thrusts into her from behind. My feet are glued to the floor, my mouth wide open, staring blankly at them. I recognise the CEO instantly, he is the man from the other night, the one that left without a note or thank you. His hair is tousled, tie laced loosely around his, the white shirt he is wearing is tucked out of his pants as he pounds into her not minding my presence. The rude bitch smirks at me as the image burns into my brain. His head snaps towards me, and I get lost in his eyes. It's not blue as I guessed it's green. Deep green like forest trees. A scowl appears on his face, pulling out, he snaps at me. “Who the fuck are you?” “Ummm… my–” my thoughts are jumbled up together as I try to make sense of what he says. “I asked you a question.” his voice is chill, cold. He steps in front of me, towering over my head. His smell hit me like waves
My eyes slam shut waiting for the impact of his hit. My brain going onto overdrive as I think of how I will get raped on my first day all thanks to my useless boss. Seconds pass yet I don't feel any impact, just grunts, and groans that are definitely not coming from me. Slowly I pry my open to the horrid sight in front of me. The man is on the floor, bleeding as another fist slam into his face repeatedly. My eyes widened, Mr Antonio? He plummets his fist into the guy with what I can only describe as rage. I am too shocked to even move or make a sound. When he is satisfied, he moves off the lifeless man, and walks towards me. He bends down, one hand moves to my back as he speaks in a soft voice. I didn't know he was capable of having, “Are you okay?” I just nod, unable to will my vocal cords to produce a sound. With a deep sigh he places one arm under my knee the other under my back, and lifts me up. I am so dazed that I am not aware of when he puts me in his car, and drives all
I storm off, heading to my office still fuming. I barge inside, my anger slowly calming down as I see Reece standing in front of my office. “Hey Mia, nice to see you.” he greets with a light smile on his face. My body relaxes at his niceness. Why can't he be my boss instead huh? I step further into the office as I return his greeting. My voice is rather stiff, “Nice to see you too.”“What has your pants twisted?” he asks playfully, a smirk playing on his lips. “Mr Giovanni fucking Antonio” I grit out, glaring at the wall dividing our offices witching it was him. “Yeah, Vanni is always pissing people off. You just have to learn to tolerate him after all he is the boss.” he advised, perching his ass on my table. “That idiot is so lucky he is my boss or else I would have shoved a stick up his tight ass.” Reece chuckles, he runs his fingers through his hair then speaks, “You are a feisty one. I like it.”Curiosity gets the better of me so I just had to ask the question bugging me,
My body is tingling, I turn feeling the soft material beneath me. I groan, stretching my palm out to rub the silky material. Where am I? I sure as hell know my bed isn't this soft or comfortable. A smile stretches my lips as I remember what happened to me last. I was attacked in my own home. If that didn't feel satisfying then I don't know what else will. I was killed in my home which means I finally get to live peacefully, no more worries. Just live happily in heaven where God can't judge me because well, I didn't commit suicide. I was killed. Oh shit!!! Who did I offend that much to want to have my head? I am a very peaceful passive aggressive person, but that—Doesn't matter, all my sins are placed on that person now, so I have free passage to heaven where I probably am right now. The person can go eat dog shit, ion give a fuck. A little giggle leaves my lips still reeling in the fact that I am no longer alive. Then suddenly my mind stray down to the fact that I was alone.
What do you mean?” I question, pulling myself off the floor in a sitting position. “I do not like to repeat myself.” he glares at me, his muscles flexing under his white singlet. My throat bobs as I watch his arms flex, he narrows his eyes at me shaking his head, and murmuring a word I think is “Whore.”I snap my eyes away, refusing my head from noticing anything about his body again. I refuse to think about his gorgeous green eyes, or how his arms flex in his singlet when he clenches his fist, or how his tattoos seem larger up close, or how his tongue unconsciously darts out to lick his bottom lips when he is thinking or…. Christ Mia, stop!!! Bring your head back to the situation at the hand. Stop thinking about how his hands would feel if they trails down my back as he….. Damnit!!!!“Why did I have to stay here?” I whine, stomping my foot. His mouth moves into a smirk as his eye shine with a gl
I slam the door to the room as I march downstairs my blood boiling. This was the third shipment that went missing in the space of two weeks. This isn't just an accident anymore, and Julio is a dead man if he doesn't provide an answer for me. My steps falter when I get to the room beside mine, a spot on the wall is stained slightly. My nose flares up as my left eye begins twitching. Who dares leave a stain on my wall, not just any wall on this wall. Her wall. I close my eyes to gain any semblance of control because if I snap someone will die. Placing my phone on my ear I say just three words, “Clean her wall.” ending the call I head straight to my room to change. The rest of my house is painted white, but beyond my door all that lies is darkness. Everything in my room is black, my bed, curtains, beside side table, TV and so on.I stride into my room, getting comfortable in the darkness as I make work of my clothes. Pushing the door to my walk in closet open, light penetrates
I scan the place, looking for an escape route. This is going to be so much fun. I walked around the whole place for the past hour, and I noticed that the maids barely stay in the living room. The guards there are packed, but gradually towards the evening they start moving away, leaving just two guards who stay in discrete positions. My plan should work like a gem, I just have to sneak past those two guards, go round the back, and escape through the fence. I drop the glass cup I took from the kitchen, the sound of glass shattering on the tiled floor makes a loud echo through the house. I swiftly duck behind a pillar, hoping the two guards come to check it which they do. Stupid men. I sneak past behind them, trying to control my laugh as they wonder what exactly broke the glass. A ghost? My body shakes harder.Getting out, I turn around dodging as many guards as possible. What
Stupid, stupid, stupid. How can someone be this dense?It happened so fast yet I was able to alliviate some of the damages. She suddenly shoves me aside with a strength I didn’t know she possessed. I stumble ever so slightly using my body to move her to the side. Yet it wasn’t enough as a bullet buries into her belly. She tumbles forward as my body a starts shaking in what I could only describe as rage. The motherfcucker that shot her dashes down the hall. I move with speed shoving her aside as I grab the bastards neck from behind, and fling him across the hall. He crashes his back in the wall, groaning in pain. Rushing back to his feet, he lunges at me throwing his fist at me. I dogde the measly aim of a punch, and deliver an angry fist to his chest. He stumbles backward, and throws his leg at me. I grab the leg using my left hand, and send a hard hit with my right hand. “Ahh!!!” his
“What the hell do you mean by can you sleep with me?” I bark, narrowing my eyes as I suppress any raging feelings. This girl surely will be the death of me. A growl leaves my lips as I roll my arms over my chest, watching her squirm. “Please Mr Antonio, I beg of you.” she pleads, her eyes turning glassy. Her head snaps towards her room continuously like she is expecting something bad to happen to her. The hem of her nightwear tightens as she fists them tightly, blinking back tears. My eyebrows squeeze up together, “Come in.” I grit out, letting the door wider. Just to make sure she is alright. I repeat the same mantra over, and over again so I don't snuffle her out of my room. My room is my safe haven, the only place I get to be me, and enjoy darkness without stress. But one look at the barbie I can tell she needs help. Helping without getting something back has ne
Did this bitch just hit me? I snap my head towards her disgusting face, a nasty snarl leaving my throat as I glare hard at her. “How dare you hit me? I am under strict instructions not to let anyone pass–”“And I don't care. Vanni wouldn't dare let me stand outside here if he knew I am the one coming in.” she snaps, chucking her nails at my face. My feet takes an involuntary step back to avoid my face meet her nasty nails. How does one survive with so much fake things? “Now get out of my way you weasel.” she barks, flinging her hands beside her. My whole body freezes at the word she used on me, sending me back to that horrible place. Tears sting my eyes as I try to force my brain out of the impending torture. Sharp pain jolts through my body as my body is meets the hard floor. “Ahh!!” I scream, my knee scabbing the tiled floor causing the skin to break. She simply stares down at me, an
My heart thumbs loudly as I my breath hangs, trying to understand what the hell is going on? Why the hell is he touching my lips? Much worse he is kissing me. My whole brain freezes as I try to make sense of the situation. Is he drunk? High or plain mad? What the hell is wrong with him? “Mr Antonio.” I murmur, moving away slightly as I place my palm on his chest. “Shut the fuck up, and kiss me.” he growls, pressing me closer to his body. His large palm gropes my ass, slowly he rises from his seat. My body sizzles as pleasure flushes through my being. His lips on mine feels so amazing. Chocolate, and cream. It’s an intoxicating taste, I push further a gasps escaping my lips. He takes advantage of that and thrusting his tongue deeper into my mouth, his fingers wrapping around my throat. “Good girl. You are driving me crazy.” he grunts, thrusting his hips forward. A m
My heart thumps as u move forward lunging into Derek's arms. “Oh God I can't believe it’s you.” I gasps, tears rushing down my eyes. “I searched for you everywhere little pumpkin. I searched everywhere.” he arms around my waist tightens as he spread kisses all over my face. My heart stings as I let the tears out not caring about where I am or who sees me. “I missed you so much.” I cry, pushing off his chest to stare at his handsome face. “It's been so long. I went back for you, I searched everywhere. Where did you run off to?” he asks, stroking my hair with a soft smile. “Untangle yourselves.” Mr Antonio's cold voice says calmly, causing me to shriek back in realisation of his presence. I wipe the back of my palm roughly against my cheeks to get rid of the tears. I can't believe I cried in front of this mother fucker. “Sorry sir.” I apologise, lowering my head in a weak attempt to hid
I am so fucked!!! What on earth made me say such to him in the first place?Oh my big mouth will surely put me in trouble one day or today. My face slowly turns red as air is cut off from my system. My fingers claw endlessly at his, trying to get him off me, but the brute barely budges. “I hate to be provoked, Miss Neomi, right now the only thing saving you is that we are at work, and you are a lady.” he growls, eyes blazing. He tossed me aside like a used rag. “Get ready. You are coming with me.” he barks, relaxing back into his seat like a tyrant. I greedily take in as much air as I can before I scramble to my feet out of his office. Tears sting my eyes as I walk into my office clutching my stained shirt. I regret ever trying to help him or taking a bullet for him. I regret not minding my God damn business. I regret it all. “Ahhh!” I scream, flingi
How dare she? My veins are popping with adrenaline as my gaze burns deeply into hers. I have been too lenient with her, too welcoming now she feels she can do anything, and get away with it. But I will fucking burn to the gates of hell before that can happen. Nobody is allowed to disrespect me, and go scot free. “Do you know the problem you have, Miss Neomi?” I taunt, towering over her form as I watch her scramble about like a lost lamb. “No?” she squeaks, tears brimming at the edge of her eyes. I know I shouldn't hurt her because she is a woman, but I call bullshit in my books. I don't play by the rules. Never have, and I never will. She doesn't know she is to be scared of me, when she hears my name she is supposed to tremble. But no, this little barbie thinks she can actually mess with me. If there is one thing I love about adrenaline, it has to be the hunting.
That bastard!!! Little piece of shit!!! All I did was try to help, not that he actually did any of that when I got shot helping his ass.That man is so annoying it makes me want to pull my hair. Scratch that, my fingers are rooted deep into my hair as I tug on it till it's so painful I almost bleed. I swear to God Mr Antonio is getting on my last nerve. Who exactly does he think he is? My helping nature, and stupid soft heart always get me receiving bullshit from him. No more!!If he is hell bent on making my life miserable, and painful with his stupid words then I will make his life miserable with my actions. Don't do it, Mia. That stupid soft voice that always has me melting whispers in my head. Oh shut up bitch, you don't know what revenge is even if it slapped you in the face. I grunt, refusing to listen this time. I will have my revenge. But first thing fir
Fucking hell!!! I almost lost my fucking shit; if I hadn't walked out of there in time, I would have slammed her to the wall and fucked her brains out. How could she dress like that knowing fully well that there are lots of men here? Even though it's dark, these men thrive in darkness, so they definitely saw her. My chest aches as the feeling to hunt down all the guards that have ever seen her that down. I would rip out their fucking eyes for taking as much as a glance. Despite how short she is, Mia has beautiful long legs. So fair and pale, they literally call out to me. And those lips of hers. My dick strains painfully against my pants. Ah fuck!! I drive my hand to my head, hitting myself repeatedly. I shouldn't be getting hard for her; I can't have her no matter what happens. She is a no-go zone. But the way her dress rose up as she reached out to turn on the lights
“You can run, but you can never stay hidden from me. I will find you; I always will.” His voice echoes through the almost empty apartment. Tears stream down my cheeks as my cries muffled through my palms. I push myself further into the cupboard. At seven I am still as small as a four-year-old, so I could fit into almost anywhere. The cupboard is creepy, has cobwebs filled at every corner, and things kept crawling around my body. I want to scream, run to my mommy, but I have none. I am all alone. Heavy footstep thuds signalling movement towards the kitchen. No, no, no, heavens no, please. Not tonight, please. “Where are you? You little piece of shit. Just a little task you couldn't do,” he raged, screaming as he pounds his fist on the counter that is on its last leg. My hair stands on end as something creeps up my legs, and I squawk it away, a sudden squeak leaving my throat.