EVERETTWhen Waylon calms down a little, I take his face in my palms and mentally prepare to ask him what's going on in his mind as I watch his shoulders slump and shake. With an unsure hand, I pull him into my chest. Hugging him tightly against my chest, I run my fingers through his hair."I need you as much as you need me, Mr Thorne."He sucks in a deep breath and makes an odd noise at the back of his throat. But he doesn't say anything."I want you in my life, Waylon." Softly, I whisper next to his earlobe. "You're very much needed. Never forget that."Still looking down at his hands, he sniffles loudly."Why are you crying, Mr Thorne?" I slowly chew on the inside of my lower lip. "Is something bothering you?" Exhaling, I try to offer him a comforting small smile. "Maybe I can lend you an ear and hear you out if you want to tell me what's bothering you. At least I can hear all about your problems."He shakes his head softly."It's nothing.""It's not not nothing." Growing unusually
EVERETT"Can you make me come?" I whisper on the phone, bringing the mic closer to my lips. I sigh and wince softly under my breath as if someone is trying to choke me. My head thinks about him naked in his bed right now. I will do anything for my boyfriend because he likes how much I want to please him. "Are you there, honey? I'm hanging by a loose thread about to explode. I am coming apart by the seams. I need you so badly.""Oh yes, baby," he wails on his side of the static, about to shoot his stuff around his sheets. "Can I suck on your tits? Your big tits?""You can do whatever you want, my love." I increase my pace of breathing, playing along with his dirty game to get him off. He needs it at least thrice a day. "I'm here with my big tits straddling them in your face.""Oh fuck, oh jeez, fuck me." My heart throbs loudly against my chest. I enjoy hearing him get all turned on. "I would fuck you so hard, Evie, and I'll stretch you all out if you were here in my bed.""I'm at work,
EVERETTWhen I get home from work, it's already too late, and I find Caiti snuggling with our cat on the sofa, a bowl of chips next to them as they watch some new crime thriller series without me. I bang the door a little more loudly than I need to on my way in to capture their attention, and it works. The cat mewls noisily, jumping from the couch cushion to follow me as I stroll to the kitchen, where I pour myself a glass of water and throw her some cat treats on the kitchen floor.Walking back to the living room, I take my place next to Caiti, resting my head on her shoulder. She doesn't move or say anything but puts her hand on the side of my face as her other free hand continues to feed her mouth with chips."You work too much. You know that, right?""They are always on my back with new targets that I have to fulfill, and you know how badly I need this job."Caiti tilts her face to gaze at me."What if you found a new position in a different company where they aren't working you t
EVERETT"Hey, how are you doing, buddy?" I speak over the static as I pour myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. I was up late last night talking to my boyfriend talking about things he'd like to do to me. After I fell asleep during the call, the first thing I thought about in the middle of the night when I woke up to pee was the promise I made to my brother at the beginning of this week. I texted him that I would call him. Then I kicked myself for not calling him during the entire week. "Are you feeling okay?""I'm fine, Evie." My brother's voice is crisp and void of emotion, as it has been since we lost our parents last year during a tragic car accident. He hasn't shown much emotion or talked about anything more than was requisite. I can't blame him. "They told me you're behind on paying my quarterly fees." There's a gruff intonation to his voice. "The counsellor suggested I talk to you and sort the payments out. Are you going to pay my fees soon?""Yeah, buddy, I think I will be a
WAYLON"You wouldn't believe how much damage-control I had to do at work this week?" My breath comes out in spurts. "They are hopeless, completely hopeless. How come my dad didn't fire half of these useless assholes?" I stare at Finn's hands as he fidgets with a stress toy sitting at my desk. "I almost wish-I wish I had a calmer head on my shoulders because I can't deal with half of this bullshit.""Whew, Way, you need to learn how to relax." He throws the duck towards me, and I barely catch it before it hits me in the face. "I know your dad has been cruel to you, keeping you away from partying and women. . .but cut the guy some slack. He knows you better than you do." He clicks his tongue. "That's how he gets to push all of your buttons." Then he centres his gaze over me. "Don't you think?""Hey, whose side are you on?" I thin my lips. "Mine or his?" I fold my hands over my chest. "Because from my field of vision, you're blatantly on his side. And I'm not surprised.""Why doesn't it
EVERETTHe's such a jerk!What an insolent jerk!I'll fire you in a flash because that's my management style.You made the kind of mistake that gets people fired.Oh, I'm such an asshole because I love firing people, ha, ha, ha, ha.The moment I turned my back on him and left his spacious office, I let myself feel my anger steaming under my skin. How do people get away with being such a pain in the ass of their employees?His style can kiss my ass.Gosh! Why do all the assholes sit in all the top positions in this company?First, I only had Kyra to deal with, and now him?Waylon Thorne, from the gates of hell himself?As soon as I get in the elevators and watch the doors shut in front of me, I yell loudly inside the thick metal-enclosed walls. I yell, yell, and yell, till I can't anymore. It looks like this is how I will be processing my emotions from now on.What else I'm supposed to do?Does he think he can bother me? He can be the goddamn president of all the successful multinati
EVERETTSomeone orders a large red velvet cake for their twenty-fifth anniversary as they are busy having the three-course meal in the restaurant. My eyes glaze over the decoration as I remember I have to pipe out the names when I bring the cake to their table. Whether I like it or not, the fast-paced work atmosphere at my marketing job and the exhaustion I have from toiling in it are finally catching up with me. I find it hard to spell the name, Lina. It's a simple name, but I struggle to design the alphabet with the frosting.I also hold back a big yawn that threatens to fan the icing on the cake and spew my germs all over it.A loud scream rends the air, almost sudden and quick. It feels like something comes crashing down on the floor, or it might be a man in the background working through his pain from a paper cut."What do you think you are doing?" When I finally look at the woman sitting at the table across from me, I see that I have piped the icing all over the back of her hand
EVERETT"What were you thinking was going to happen, Everett?" Juan speaks to me with anger lacing his words. "Was that the best way to get rid of a problematic customer?" He shakes his head. "How many times I have told you to not get into a verbal confrontation with an angry jerk? They always deflect blame, but you end up putting your physical safety and dignity at risk." He puts some more distance between us. "What if he had hurt you?" He glares at me. "What if I hadn't stepped in at the right moment or if I wasn't around?"Priscilla steps into the conversation, breaking his line of thought."This situation is entirely your own making, Juan." She scoffs. "How are you any better than that asswipe you just threw out minutes ago? You're the pot calling the kettle black.""Don't interrupt me like that again, darling." He runs a hand to the back of his head. "I'm just trying to put some sense into Evie's head. She keeps getting herself involved in physical altercations. Some day she's go