Madison "Ungh...what time is it?" I groan and slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight filtering in through my window. It sounds like someone is searching through the cabinet in the kitchen, and there is music on low volume. That must have been what woke me up. Suddenly, I hear Victor mutter under his breath, “Damn it!” I stifle a laugh at victor cursing like a sea captain and sit up in bed. Is he cooking breakfast for us? I experimentally sniff the air, catching a whiff of something delicious. My stomach grumbles, and I immediately begin searching the floor for clothes. Even though I've known Victor since the beginning of time, I want to look presentable and pretty…is that silly? Probably. Blushing at my own stupid thoughts, I head out of my room, following the scent of sizzling bacon like a bloodhound. I can already imagine the taste of fresh coffee on my tongue and the imagination makes my tongue salivate—so does the view of the gorgeous man standing by the stov
VictorI pull up outside of the apartment complex and scowl at the disgusting state of it. Tony sure doesn't know how to take care of it, even though he took a large loan to renovate the place. I wonder where all that money went.Meh, it doesn't matter where they went. Tony's time has run out, and that's all I care about now.I walk up the dingy stairwell, walking straight to apartment 3B. "Want me to break the door down, Boss?" Marco asks. "Nah, no need to be rude." I shake my head and knock on the door gently.After a moment, the door opens slightly, revealing a young man with greasy hair and bloodshot eyes. He looks nervous as he peeks out at us."Who are you?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly."I'm here to see Tony," I reply, giving him a warm smile.The young man hesitates, eyeing me warily. "Tony's not here," he finally says.I arch an eyebrow. "Is that so? Mind if I come in and wait for him?"The young man looks like he's about to refuse, but then he seems to think better
MadisonFucking A. How am I supposed to serve this customer ice cream when all the damn ice cream is gone from the small freezer? I’m shit-outta luck!I step away from the empty freezer, positing what other choice I have when a brilliant idea strikes down from the sky. What about the big freezer? Usually, it’s always locked, so there is no way of knowing what mysteries lay within. And what would you know? There is no lock on it this morning!I walk over to the big freezer, placing my hand on the handle. But right when I’m about to open the door, a large hand clamps down on my shoulder, startling me.I turn around and find myself face-to-face with Victor’s glittering eyes. They seem to convey a silent warning, though he remains calm on the surface as he effortlessly pulls me away from the freezer.“It’s prohibited for members of my staff to enter the big freezer. I usually keep it locked at all times.”“Oh?” I arch an eyebrow. “Why is it forbidden?” I ask, daring him to answer.Victor’
MadisonI can't breathe. Gustaf's fingers are slowly tightening their hold around my neck while his bad breath is in my face. It seems he never remembered to brush his teeth without me reminding him, and now his yellow smile is right above me.He chuckles. "Not so tough now, are we?"I want to flee from him. Slap his face and escape into the kitchen where I'm safe around my colleagues, but it's like my feet have grown their own gnarled roots and stuck them in the ground. I can't move.The only thing I can do is stand there, entirely paralyzed, as Gustaf's lips brush against my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe, and I choke on a sob. Why did Gustaf have to show up today? What started as an exciting day working in the kitchen has changed into a freaking nightmare, thanks to him."Do you like this, Madison? Do you enjoy my kisses?"My legs tremble when he sucks my entire earlobe into his disgusting mouth. I know I need to do something to defend myself, to protect myself from Gustaf, but all I
Madison Gustaf is still standing, blood trickling down his temple, looking shell-shocked. Victor, on the other hand, looks calm and composed. "You don't touch Madison like that, Gustaf. I ought to break your arms."Gustaf opens his mouth but then closes it as if he doesn't know how to respond yet. His eyes are blazing with anger. His ego must be bruised. He raises his fist and charges toward Victor, aiming for his face.I gasp. I didn't want anyone else to get involved with my problems with Gustaf, but now here is Victor, getting punched in the face because of me.But to my surprise, Victor is too quick for him. He ducks and lands a powerful punch on Gustaf's stomach, causing him to fall to the ground.What the hell? Where did he learn that move!?Gustaf groans in pain, clutching his stomach as he tries to catch his breath. Victor stands over him, his face contorted with anger. "You asshole!" Gustaf spits out.He grabs Gustaf by his neck with one hand, lifting him up, then punches hi
MadisonWhat the heck am I doing? Part of me knows this is a mistake. Victor is my brother’s best friend, my boss, and I’m certain he is only kissing me due to the heat of the moment. This won’t lead to a relationship. This is only going to complicate my life further, yet I can’t help but give in when Victor’s warm tongue slides deeper into my mouth.He is a great kisser.It feels like I’m floating on pink little clouds, and before I know what is going on, he lifts me off the floor. I hear voices coming into the kitchen, but Victor is faster. He presses the elevator door with his elbow, and a second later, the doors slide open. We enter the cramped space, surrounded by mirrors before a friendly robotic voice asks where we are going. Victor responds by drawing out a card from his pocket, and the elevator shoots up half a level before stopping completely.I arch an eyebrow. “There is a special stop button?”Victor breathes a laugh in my ear, and his husky voice sends a shiver down my sp
MadisonIt’s been a month since Victor fucked me in the elevator. He has treated me like air since that incident, and I’m not going to lie: it hurts. I don’t get how he can act so unaffected after he kissed me like I was the woman of his dreams. Is he really that cold? Or is he acting cold because he is my boss?“Ruh-roh,” Frida comments from her table while cutting cucumbers for the lunch buffet. I’ve made friends with the blonde over too many margaritas during our after-work sessions. “You have that spaced-out expression again, Madison. Are you thinking about him again?”“She better not,” Zarah, my second friend and the most gothic chick in the kitchen, comments with a sigh. “Our boss isn’t worth the heartbreak, Madison. He is a stone-cold player, and you can do so much better.”My cheeks turn hot. I’ve told Frida and Zarah all about Victor after we got way too drunk during one of the many meetings we have had to endure this month. There is going to be a kickoff for the restaurant s
VictorWhen I first laid eyes on Madison, I didn't give her a second thought. I mean, she seemed like a nice enough girl: scrawny and kind. Perhaps a little smaller than the average girl at that age.She is Stanley's sister, and she was someone I knew I had to protect.But now...I don't know what the fuck I was thinking when I kissed her the other day. I should've walked away right then, but I didn't. Instead, I got caught up in the heat of the moment and took things even further.Fucking hell... I'm aware of how fucked up it is to prey on Stanley's sister, but what can I say? I am a fucked up human being.If only she had said no when I pushed her against the elevator wall and fucked her senselessly. If only she had pushed me away and told me to get off her.But she didn't.What happened in that elevator should've never happened, but it's too late to take it back now. Now I know how she tastes, and I want more."Boss."Marco's voice brings me back to reality. I'm annoyed at myself as