One Shots

Peyton's Plaything (Alternate version)

Peyton Attwell stood tall as he entered the busyness that enveloped his offices' atmosphere. His strong hand clutched his briefcase while the other clenched and unclenched at his side. He had to admit that the way his weekend transpired was ultimately putting a damper on his mood, not that he was usually upbeat and happy, no most would agree that he was a bit of a sour puss who couldn't control his anger however what set this day aside from others was that he went through a terrible breakup with his fiancée previously.

To say the sever of their relationship was set in stone would be a fabrication. He and his 'angelic' ex fiancée always seemed to find their way back to each other though within that time stamp of them being separated he didn't hesitate to let his true cravings run amuck.

He roughly yanked his door open before entering without a single greeting to or from anybody. Most of his employees sat idly by in astonishment that he didn't so much as glance their way except for Olivia Rae. She sat behind her desk typing away on her computer in complete concentration as her mouse hovered over a 'add to cart' icon on the trendy clothing website she was on.

"They broke up, again." Brenda deadpanned with a low condescending huff. She looked over the young girls revealing attire somewhat in envy but mostly in disapproval." But I guess you already knew that huh?"

Olivia's eyes never wavered however. In fact her expressionless features morphed into a shit-eating grin displaying her pearly white teeth. "I sure did."She replied back in confidence. No shame in my game.

"You're just like the rest of them." Brenda nagged shaking her head" They all want Mr.Attwell but you know why none of these hussies ever have a chance with him?" She dramatically paused as if it were a secret"Because he can smell desperation a mile away." She cackled turning her attention back to her computer.

Olivia rolled her eyes continuing to do the same, she was absolutely nothing like the other women in this office. Despite her prolonged crush on the handsome entrepreneur she didn't dare display anything but pure professionalism, except of course when she would occasionally wear a risqué outfit that snugged her curvaceous figure on the rare occasions he and his fiancée did separate.

"Olivia! My office right now!" Peyton bellowed from his office rage apparent in his tone. Olivia exited off the website before mentally preparing herself for a lecture. Every time he shouted at her she had to resist the urge to blurt out the words 'choke me' afterward.

She reluctantly stood up from her desk having to yank down her bundled up skirt before sashaying into his office. Upon entrance she could smell the faint aroma of alcohol stinging her nose, she tried not to let it affect her as she sat down in the seat adjacent to his desk.

"Who told you you could sit down?" He questioned in clear agitation before casting his eyes on hers. Her eyes immediately widened before she scrambled back onto her feet. Her thick though, frizzy nonetheless, twist-out bounced at the abrupt motion.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to—" she began, finding it hard to speak before he shot her a deathly glare implying she be quiet.

"Close and lock my door." He directed suddenly drifting his hand over his belt buckle. His plump pink lips appeared tasseled and flaming red as he anticipated her movements to the door. Olivia had to admit this all seemed so strange though she obeyed his orders but kept her back to him as she took in slow deep breaths.

"You're not a hard worker Olivia" he stated working his belt off of his waist, she could feel goosebumps coat her skin like a gentle blanket as she squeezed her thighs together. This couldn't be happening."You sit on your ass all day ignoring my orders and assignments without a regard for anyone."

"I'm sorr-"

"Don't speak!" He swiftly yelled coming to his feet. She tried to refrain from turning around in fear of what she might see.