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, “What do you do here?”
“I am Vanni's personal assistant.”
My eyes widened. Of fucking course. The guy literally calls him by a nickname.
Am I getting dumber by the day?
“No, you are not.” he chuckles, making me roll my eyes.
I need to stop thinking out loud like seriously.
“Vanni, and I have more than a boss to employee relationship. We are friends.”
Friends, I didn't know he was capable of that.
I move around him to take a seat before I collapse from standing so long. His eyes darted to the files on my table, making his eyebrows fuse together.
“Did he ask you to do those files?” he asks.
I simply nod. He chuckles.
“He might actually hate you. Those files are from five years ago. They have no use now.” he explains.
That fucking bastard. My eye twitches, the only thing holding me from going to claw at the bastard face is that he is my boss.
I take in deep breaths.
I can't get fired, I can't get fired.
I repeat the mantra in my head over, and over again. He is my boss so I need to find a way to be able to work with him.
And I know the right person for the job.
“I beg of you, give me advice on how to deal with that prick, and still not get fired.” I pleaded, looking at him with my puppy eye.
He sighs, rolling his eyes before he starts to list the things I sure as hell can't do.
“First off you need to stop him names aloud, do it on the inside. Secondly, carry out his every instruction without complaint then lastly just stay out of his way.”
I burst out laughing like a maniac, I laugh so hard I am rolling on the floor then the tears start coming slowly until I am sobbing.
“Hey, what's wrong?” he scoots closer to my crying form, trying to ease me without touching me.
“I am going to get fired.” I cry out, water rolling down my eyes uncontrollably.
“What!! No, I already told you how to not get fired.”
I fling my arms in the air, my annoyance level going up, “That's the problem, I can't do any of that shit you said.” I complain.
“That's not true, just practice.” he assures.
I raise my head to glare at him, tears still streaming down as I bark at Reece, “Have you met me? I can't think on the inside. I live, and breathe just to complain.”
I mean all I know how to do is complain, and think out loud. I won't survive this job.
I am going to get fired. My mouth is forming an ugly shape. The phone rings again, I answer knowing it's the devil calling.
“Come here.” and again he hangs up before I can speak.
Thanking Reece profusely for his advice I won't heed to, I rush down to the devil's office.
“Come in.” his chill voice resonates through the wall as soon as I knock.
I push open the door, and step in. Once again he is facing the window.
Does he just enjoy staring at himself? What a big ego. I bet it's because he knows he is handsome.
He turns around, his eyes still the same. “I employed you to work here, not question why I did what I do.” he snaps.
Damn it he heard me urgh.
“And I can still hear you.”
My cheeks goes crimson at his stare, I clamp my teeth down on my lips hard enough to draw blood.
But it doesn't.
“Take those files, and sort them again.” he barks at me, his eyes daring me to challenge him again.
With my tails in between my legs, I ran out of his office. I will listen to Reece just for now until I can't take it anymore.
After sorting the already sorted files from five fucking years ago. I am once again the only staff left behind cashless, and hungry.
Thankfully I got home safe today, no man waiting to attack any lady that didn't pay heed to them.
I drag my feet to my room door, fishing out my keys from my bag.
But there is only one issue, my door is unlocked when I know I locked it this morning.
My hands are shaky, but I will them to stop, ever slowly I push open my door. The hinges make creaking sounds.
My room is as I left it in the morning. So that means no one broke into my room.
But, why was my door unlocked? Who did it? Did the person want to see me? Even if they did, it gave them no right to break in.
All the questions in my head vanish as I feel a hard force push me to the wall, smashing my head on it.
The last thing I hear before my body slips into consciousness is a curse that says, “ You bitch.”
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
“Come here you little weasel.” his deep voice roars in anger. Tears run down my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking myself back and forth in the tiny closet. His foot step gets louder, the thud tells me he is climbing the stairs. I squeeze myself further into the closet, hoping to disappear. “You little cunt, where are you?” he thunders, flinging my room door open. My palm flies to my mouth in order to stifle my cries, my hands are trembling, the clothes in the closet are very little to cover me. “Gotcha!!” he laughs, drawing the closet open, dragging me out. “Let go of me!!!” I scream, throwing my little feet in the air. He pulls my hair hard, and swings me to the other side of the room. My back crashes into the wall. Pain sears through me. A scream tears out of my as I sob into my palms. His hand goes to his jeans to undo the belt. “No, no, no please.” I scream, jumping off my pillow. I clutch my blankie in my fingers, squeezing it tightly as I try to breathe.
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 touchi
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 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
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
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.
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 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
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
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 touchi
“Come here you little weasel.” his deep voice roars in anger. Tears run down my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking myself back and forth in the tiny closet. His foot step gets louder, the thud tells me he is climbing the stairs. I squeeze myself further into the closet, hoping to disappear. “You little cunt, where are you?” he thunders, flinging my room door open. My palm flies to my mouth in order to stifle my cries, my hands are trembling, the clothes in the closet are very little to cover me. “Gotcha!!” he laughs, drawing the closet open, dragging me out. “Let go of me!!!” I scream, throwing my little feet in the air. He pulls my hair hard, and swings me to the other side of the room. My back crashes into the wall. Pain sears through me. A scream tears out of my as I sob into my palms. His hand goes to his jeans to undo the belt. “No, no, no please.” I scream, jumping off my pillow. I clutch my blankie in my fingers, squeezing it tightly as I try to breathe.