I checked very well to see if there was anyone lingering around the hallway, and luckily, there was none.
When I passed through the interns window I noticed how they all looked at me, and they wouldn't stop murmuring.
Before I stepped my foot into the office, I made sure I looked gracious, great, mean and angry, at least a bit, although I was super weak, but just enough for anyone to not get in my way.
The Interns office was a huge and magnificent room and everyone had their own separate space.
I was a business administration intern and worked with the company's managers and every other intern thought I was special, but it was just one of the perks of the contract, only if they knew what kind of hell existed in there for me.
I happened to glance at Halen's face and it was blank of course, and I noticed the eye contacts she made with her friends. I wished they would come at me already because I was ready for them.
Halen was my number one enemy, although I wasn't really sure why, but we can bottle it down to jealousy. How I wish we could swap places.
I took on my mood for as long as I could. And when the day's briefing started, somehow I was getting settled in.
However, I didn't want to forget it all, I couldn't just let it go. I had to strike back, and sure I was going to do it damn well.
Halen and her coven of evil witches always picked on me, and one way or another I was planning to give them back a dose of their evil.
While the briefing lasted, although I looked like I gave it my undivided attention, it was only a cover up.
All the time I was on alert, so that I would know firsthand whatever they were planning, and I made the best use of my eyes and ears.
When the briefing was over, I discovered that I didn't grab an inch of what the supervisors said. I didn't care that much anyways. I had three officemates who did the most wicked thing to me and were probably looking forward to more, so yes. I had so much more to worry about.
"Arianne Hobbs?" A voice came in moments later.
"Yes?" I answered one of the CEO's secretary abruptly, I knew what it was about…
"Mr Jones request's your presence" she said and walked away. I avoided any eye contact, looking at anyone's face would make me feel awkward, but as usual, I was going to meet the CEO in his office.
I made haste and walked closely behind her; Mr Jones doesn't like being kept waiting.
She motioned to open the door once we stepped into his office corridor and I stopped her.
"No, don't worry, Lucia."
"You sure? Ma'am?" She asked with a smile; we got along well ever since she knew that I was the CEO's wife, or rather, secret wife.
"Come on, stop with the ma'am thingy, call me by my name'' she nodded her head with a smile and left me to open the door.
Sitting on an executive chair was a man on black suit, yielding a golden watch on his wrist with finely styled black hair. He had broad shoulders, with a pair of sexy brown eyes, a pointed nose, and a perfectly shaved thin mustache before an insanely chiseled jawline, propped under with handsome beards.
His lips were full saucy, a gracious man to look upon, hot and irresistible, yet he made me feel weak and undeserving.
He let out a smile and my heart gushed at what was coming next "Hello, Arianne…" his voice had this kind of strength and power, that alone was hot, but he didn't treat me right.
I took a sit and returned the smile. He opened his drawer and brought out a wine and two wine glasses from his cabinet.
"You came late today, why?" He asked, filling the cups. I was a bit nervous and debated on wether I should tell him the truth or not.
"I didn't even want to come…" I said with a gulp.
He stopped filling the glasses and looked at me. "Why, my love?"
"I don't even get paid—"
"You dare complain? Do you know how much your father owed? Millions of dollars, and unless you're ready to pay, don't com—"
"So it's all about money now? Is it? What about us, doesn't it mean anything to you?" My lips were begining to frail, I wasn't so strong and I couldn't even face him strongly, it seemed like whenever I was with him, I lose myself to him.
He chuckled, handed me over a glass of wine and stood… he walked behind me and placed his two hands on my shoulders, bending down to drop a whisper in my ear.
"You wonder if I love you, don't you? I do" he planted a kiss on my cheeks which made me smile a bit, but hidden enough.
He went back to his chair and just before then I saw a pair of undies on the side of his chair.
I gasped. "Oh my God, is there really no change for you? You say you love me but you cheat on me with other ladies?! How am I supposed to deal with that, Matt?"
I was beginning to shed tears, and couldn't wait any longer. "All the time I cry just because of you, and it doesn't touch you, you don't love me!" I said wiping off my tears with my hands.
He took a sip from his glass cup. "You're mine, so it's your body. Why do you resist? Until then, a man has needs" He said confidently.
"Because…" I was going to let it all out, tell him what a jerk he is, but I couldn't, he wasn't one to be messed with. Matt hated being disrespected or intimidated in anyway.
"You know what… " I sobbed, Cleared my face "I would rather give another man my body!"
"I would kill any man that touches you" he said with a light smile.
"You wouldn't give me happiness, and you don't want me to get happiness from somewhere else, what kind of a man are you?"
"No, Arianne, don't you dare question my authority."
I ignored his words. "I'm a woman, I have needs too."
"Come live with me, but you won't. I will make you a queen, give you all you want and—"
"You mean make me your sex slave?"
His facial expression changed, and he would do anything rash in that mood. "Get out of my office, Arianne. Come back when you're sane"
I chuckled as tears drained down my cheeks. "You're now calling me insane?" I stood up and reached for the door, leaving his office at once.
And I sobbed all the way home.
The shades of evening was upon the earth when I reached home, after having spent something winding around from restaurant to restaurant just to have some moments of peace before home. I opened the door and saw my mom enjoying a bowl of spiced chips and watching a TV show. That was all she did; enjoy her life while I suffered. "Hey, you are back" she said. I nodded my head and smiled a bit; as usual, to avoid so many questions which I would be unable to answer. "How was it today?" She asked as I motioned to walk inside my room through the front door in the sitting room. I sighed, looked at her and decided to tell her how I truly felt, since she was my mother anyways. "Can I talk to you, Mom?" "Yes of course, come, sit…" she adjusted and patted her hand on a space on the chair. I sat down and sighed. The words were heavy to let out and I feared ultimately, what her reaction would be. "So, it's about Matt…" "Yeah? What about Jone
The morning sun peeped through my windows and penetrated the room through my torn curtains. I opened my eyes and turned over to where my alarm clock was kept– the piece of shit was set to go off one hour earlier, and it didn't. I knocked it off the table near my bed and when it fell down, there were many alarm clocks lying hopelessly on my floor, and they were just as hopeless as I was, and I for one, had no idea of how to fix the parts of an alarm clock together. I raised up my head and moved to get out of my bed and when my foot met the floor, I fell down, hitting my face on the Godforsaken bed's frame. I forgot that my room was as bad as hell, though I hadn't been there… yet. I reached for the door and threaded carefully, watching each step as I went, so as not to fall for the traps of the room, on the floor. The pavement wasn't looking great so there were multiple holes, almost all around the floor and if I mis-stepped, I was either going to end up lying
He chuckled and shook his head. I didn't want to let him know that I was hungry, but the next thing I said, didn't agree. "Where is Mom?" I asked him to quickly change the topic. "She left early in the morning, said she got some stuff to take care of," he reluctantly answered. "Oh really?" I said, slowly waking out of the kitchen, and in no time I saw myself sitting down on one of the cushion chairs with the television remote in my hand. He came out after me, like someone who was tired and kept looking at me. "What?" I asked, when his gaze became unbearable. "Why aren't you seeing me?" He asked, in a low soft tone. And I put the remote in my mouth, clinging to it with the tip of my canine tooth, and with an expression that showed confusion. "You went to work yesterday right?" I quickly changed the topic. I was really hoping that I wouldn't let him know that I was hungry, but my stomach couldn't tarry any longer, so I had to beat around the bush a little before
Pascal left the sitting room and I was left leaning against the door while my mind ran through the possibility of pushing everyone away through my attitude or behavior? Was that even the case or was he trying to make me the Villain? For all I know, I was everyone's prey. Matt started knocking on the door again, calling my name as he made use of his hands. “Arianne, are you there?” his voice came intruding the thoughts in my head and without even realizing it, I yelled out. “Arianne isn’t at home!” I slowly moved away from the door and had my stop at one of the cushion chairs that was near reached. “Arianne open the door!” his voice came again, this time piercing through the door and covering the whole room. “Hey! I said I’m not a’home!...” then, I thought, why was I even telling him I was not at home? When I didn't even want to see him to start with. “… what are you even doing here" “I came to see you!” he added with a hard bang on the door, which got
In no time, the car was packed at the garage, and we got down. The veil was taken off from my face. Matt came down with a smile, and extended his hand to me. "Welcome to my Castle, princess" "Sir, you have really gone insane! To the point of kidnapping me and bringing me here without my consent?" I was very angry at him and could easily wreck havoc. Matt chuckled. "Your consent? Do I really need to be reminding you each time that you do not have a say? Mmm, you are mine, Arianne. I own you, and you don't have a choice, you never will" I wasn't going to cry for the jerk anymore, he had gotten enough. The door to the first luxurious building opened and Halen got out with a smile. I was shocked to see her in Matt's house, and even more angry. Somehow, I felt that she was taking what belonged to me. "What- what's this?!" I stammered, looking at them both. They looked pretty breezy. "So, first, you kidnap me, just to see Halen, the girl that hates to see me live
I can't say no" "I'm just curious, how does this… how did it start? Like did he just show up one day, you undressed, got in the bed with him, and that's it? Then you couldn't stop, you keep on doing it any day and any time it is desired? Even in office?" And the words exited from my lips with disgust. "Yeah something like that…" "Wow. Things happen" Halen was quiet for a while, and I scanned through her face which showed an expression of going down memory lane. "he is my cousin, yeah, it all might be a bad—" "It is." I cut in, without thinking. "He is my cousin. And I still love him as one…" "Don't call it love. Is lust" I said, and slowly let my body rest on the bed, with my head lifted by my hands, and my eyes upon the ceiling fan, lost in thoughts. "I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't have to." "Hmm, is there any excuse for such?" I was in the abrupt stage of mind, and my body responded as such. "He had a girlfrien
A part of me however, felt like I had been saved from having sex with my cousin, and the other part of me felt like killing reality and going back to the fuck. But, I wished it was real, because it was sweet! "So…" slhe continued. "Who's the lucky guy?" He asked, my face showed nothing but a puzzly sketch. "Lucky guy?" I chuckled. "Yes Arianne. Who were you dreaming of? Or should I say, lucky girl?" "Umm, I could be having sex with a demon or something" I shrugged. "You believe in that bullshit? Ain't nothing like that sweetheart, is just the work of your mind. It produces someone, and makes you have sex with them, while in reality you come?" I bounced on his theory, and was glad he didn't continue with the lucky guy and lucky girl thingy. "Aren't you going to work?" He asked as he opened the door, holding the handle as the door opened halfway. "Right. That's what everyone cares about, work, work, not my studies. Work, so that I woul
I gradually slid out of the office to talk to Kale but had to halt to thinks things true, Matt didn't treat me right, if he did, I wouldn't think of getting it elsewhere. If he can do anything he wanted, why can't I? This could be my one short at true love and who knows, I might find true love too. That was when I realized that I was in for something. Maybe this was right after all. I thought. I looked at my back to check if there was anyone looking as well– to see if anyone caught me staring. No one was looking, I exhaled and walked on briskly until I reached Kale's side, walking at his pace. "Hey!" I greeted. "Oh hey" he greeted back with a smile that sketched through his lips and cheeks. He ran his fingers through his hair, moving it backwards and his face smoothed out, while his eyebrows moved up a bit. I must have said wow in my mind. "So how was your night?" I asked. And he looked as if i wasn't referring to him, with style, he looked around then at