On Sunday after I meal prep and talk to my mom and brother back in Texas, I pretty much spend the rest of the day revamping my resume and looking for jobs, I even put in a few applications. By the time eleven o’clock hits I had my resignation printed and signed and was able to go to bed with a semi clear head of what I had to do. The only good thing about the day was the flowers and car I got delivered to my door.
When woke up the next morning I stop by D’s Diner grab me a chocolate banana nut muffin and Chai tea and head into work feel like a whole new woman. I didn’t think it’d feel this damn good to be walking into this building knowing that I’d only have to do two more weeks. God is good, all the time. Inside I waste no time getting his coffee and both our workloads together. I make sure when I get his coffee and his bagel together it’s done to perfection then grab my letter and strut to his office. Without even knocking I hear his deep voice telling me to come in. Creepy.
Once entering I see his back stiffen and hear him suck in a deep breath before letting it out in frustration. Ugh, I just got in you don’t have to start all that huffing and puffing at me. Without even a greeting I set everything down in its place and stand there until his head pop up looking confused. I bet he is confused because normally I’d leave right away but nope, not today mister asshole. He looks me up and down with his usual sneer and sits back in his chair
“May I help you Angel?” My throat closed up and I had to suppress the shiver that wanted to travel down my spine. I swallow my moan and clear my throat why am I feeling so self-conscious right now? This man was just staring down my asshole the other night maybe that’s it?... yeah that’s it.
“Mr. Stohurst, I want to apologize for being lax in taking responsibility for my position lately. I want to apologize for any insubordinate behavior I’ve displayed and-” I pause watching him squirm in his seat looking even more confused. “I thought it best to give you this in person rather than via email.” I walk over to him, placing my resignation letter on his desk in front of him. I watch him read it over with a deepening frown.
When he's done his head whips up to me so fast, appearing menacing and full of disbelief. I prepare for the onslaught of disgusting words from him but instead of yelling he picks up my resignation letter and rips it in half. After ripping it into four pieces he then balls it up tightly and throws it over his shoulder into the trash bin behind him. My jaw hit the floor as he stood up squaring his shoulders.
“You want to resign?” Ugh? Where the hell is this deep voice coming from? Why the hell did his vernacular change? Is he making fun of me by throwing my letter away like that? Well fuck him too then. I worked my ass off at this job and done my best to keep him happy all for him not to even give a damn. This is bullshit and I don’t deserve to be treated like this and by a man who’s willing to beat his dick to a woman he hates. Men like him have no morals and are sneaky to the core. But I wont let him phase me. Just keep it cute Angel.
“Yes sir, I checked the employee manual and made sure I put in the appropriate amount of time for notice which is two weeks. While I’m here I’ll make sure to finish my workload so no one here has to take on my responsibility.” Turning from me as he always does when I'm around him too long he rocks on his feet.
“I see. Have you found somewhere to employ you as of yet?” And now he’s back to sounding like the upper crust of white society.
“No sir but I've put in a few applications. I’ve responded this morning to two interviews so…” I trail off unsure of what to say next.
“Well okay then. I guess now that you've said what you have to say you can get back to work.” What an ass. Since he’s still not looking at me, I roll my eyes and lick out my tongue. When I leave his office, I get that wonderful feeling again. In two weeks, I'll be gone. Hopefully working with a boss who appreciates me and is at least somewhat caring.
By the end of the workday I've set up two more interviews for myself and haven't seen the Evil Stohurst all day. This is the best Monday ever. As I'm getting ready to shut down my computer the evil one emails telling me to work some overtime. Oh God I bet he wants to talk about the video! When everyone leaves the office, I get up on wobbly legs and make my way to his office. When I get there I can’t stop the pounding of my heart at how good he looks. He’s loosened his tie and let down his hair and he was sitting in his chair damn near sprawled out looking so yummy and disheveled. What’s wrong with him? He looks like he lost his billion-dollar status.
“Have a seat Angel. Let's talk about this-” he throws a crumpled piece of paper in my direction. Picking it up I in all it and see it's my resignation later taped up and damn near unrecognizable. How many times did he mess this paper up? “-garbage you gave me today.”
“I'm sorry if it wasn't well written or to your liking.” I tell him trying to take the high road. I know it’s well written because I spent hours on it.
“Not well written? Who cares about that and not being to my liking is an understatement Angel. You see I'm trying to figure out where you got it in your head that I would let you quit?” Stunned again by his sudden deep voice and vernacular change I can’t even form a sentence.
“Uhm-”
“Because I'm telling you now that you can't.” His eyes were flashing and burning holes in me.
“But-” He stood cutting me off as he came around his desk.
“You see Angel I don't care about your reasons or your excuses. I said you can't go so you-” he walks to the door locking it and I feel like the stupidest woman on earth. Who comes into an enclosed space with a person that hates you with no weapon? “-can't go.” Shaking I feel myself start to panic. This man about to kill me. “Come over here Angel.” I turn to see where he was and see he's sitting at the couch on the other side of the room.
“No thanks I'm fine right here.” Yeah fine by the desk where I can reach for the scissors, letter opener or stapler. He smiled making a face as if I’d said something funny. Okay I need to grab a sharp object.
“Come on Angel I only bite a little bit and just hard enough to make it pleasurable.” Hearing him say something so sexy like that made my panties flood. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I turned on? Even more so why am I walking over to him? I feel as if I’m in a trance as my feet gradually take me over to the one man I wanted to be away from. When I reach the sofa, I sit on the opposite side of him and cross my legs at the ankles.
“You don't have to sit so far away come closer.” As I shake my head he lets out a sigh. “Fine, I'll come to you then. It’s a comprise.” When slides over right next to me it’s so close we’re practically one. “That's better right?” Not at all sir. But I only nod.
“Good, now that we’re comfortable.” He stretches his arm out behind my back. “Why don't you tell me what I can do to keep you from leaving me? Because I can tell you now nothing is better than what I have to offer. I guarantee it.”
Obsession
Channing
She smells amazing. I’ve never been this up close on her before or alone with her like this... after hours, alone and right up under my nose. God I’m going to lose it. Being this close is getting to me.