SEQUEL TO - ESPRESSOLY FOR YOU; a one shot.
Daisy, twenty-two and a culinary graduate was set to crack her first interview and impress the head chef but when asked to meet the restaurant manager for a final word, things took a turn into the surprise...
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"Philip Fernandez." I hollered after crossing the revolving doors and dashing into the the hallway leading to his office. Everything in the path became hazy as I streamed into his room, tossing the door shut behind me. "You monster," I cried out as I watched the man whose deviant ways to play with my heart hurt my chest.
"Ah, Daisy," he looked up with a smile, setting his headphones aside. There wasn't an ounce of doubt remaining in me that Sasha might have informed him of my newly possessed knowledge.
Sliding off the desk behind which he sat, Philip rose to the occasion both physically and in contemplation to the next of my moves.
"You moron." I was practically screaming. Never in the worst of my nightmares did I consider having to call him so but his actions triggered me to the point of yelling and abusing. It may all have been heightened with the alcohol egging me to do more. "How dare you set me up on a date with Steve?"
With a heave that emerged, I leaned over my knees. Philip's decision to toy with my feelings and toss me away like a used furniture infuriated me to my very core. How dare he pity me. Nobody asked him to be play the matchmaker. Yet...
"So, I assume you know." Philip stood leaning at the desk, watching to the place from where my voice emerged but not knowing what I felt. The lucky being that he was, being bestowed with no vision was a boon in this situation. He didn't have to witness me wailing in front of him, holding onto my chest as if her heart would launch out of its place.
Nope. Philip stood in a casual style, evaluating my tone and in turn, mocking me.
With his hands sliding behind his back, he took a calculated step forward like he was playing a game of chess. I, on the other hand, moved back to protect my aching muscle that fluttered, watching him ready to inflict more hurt. More harm.
"Why would you do that? Because you pitied me? Because you think I am some lost cause and you needed to save me? Is that so, Philip?" My question echoed and tossed back with any response.
With another step towards me and mine scrambling back, I was tugged on the door. Philip knew very well, his ruse was up. He was buying time. Time to conjure up a defense.
"Say it." I called out to break his silent demeanor. His eyes darkened like a predator that closed the gap between its prey. "Why would you play with me like that? You think I am some..."
His finger landed on my lips, arresting my words. "Shush,"was the only sound he emitted before placing his hands on both sides of the door, arresting me in his hand held cage. I was melting under his gaze, sliding down. Somehow, he was able to register my movements to catch my arm, pasting me into the position he wanted.
Staring back, Philip leaned closer, dipping towards the corner of my neck. My eyes closer as the pervert mind of mine began to run plots where I would run my hand into his hair and place my lips over his. The anger in me seemed to phase off at the proximity of ours, inflicted me into a state of his musky cologne induced coma.
