HER BILLIONAIRE BOSS(completed)

EPISODE NINE

Story Title: HER BILLIONAIRE BOSS

Written By;  Eunice Bonsu©
      (LaDHie A-One)
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                       GAY CLUB
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                          BROOKLYN'S POV
He pulled up in front of my apartment after we drove from the boutique to a restaurant to get food. He decided to get himself a takeaway too because I said I wasn't going to eat with him.

"Why didn't you want to eat with me?" He asked out of the blues.

"Nothing." I said.

"Is it because of what happened earlier? I couldn't help it
" He asked.

"Damn you! It is what happened earlier. You almost raped me." I yelled.

"Oh no! I am so sorry Brooklyn, I am very sorry. I didn't mean to, I don't know, I just can't control myself around and I know this is not an excuse to justify my action but trust me I won't try to rape you." He paused and grab my hand.

"I am sorry Brook, I thought you liked it. I thought you enjoyed it as I did, I am sorry for being stupid and self-centered. I wouldn't hurt you intentionally. Please forgive me." He explained.

He sounded sincere enough. I can't put all the blame on him, right? I mean I started the who acting thing back there without putting his feelings into consideration. Maybe he got my actions in the wrong way and I am to be blame for leading him on.

But....

Wasn't he supposed to know better? He doesn't even like me so why did he act along to that extreme?

"I want you to stay away from me." I blurted.

"What?" He gasped, I bet he wasn't expecting that.

"What do you mean I should stay away from you? You work for me and I you know I can't stay away from you." He cried.

"If you want me to keep working for you then let's keep this as professional as possible." I mumbled.

"Am I not acting professional enough? What should I do? I am trying my best cupcake." He groaned.

"There you go again, I am not you cupcake, I am your employee and I want us to keep it like that." I demanded.

"We can still act professional no matter what I call you. It doesn't matter." He said.

"Stop kissing me whenever we are alone, it matters. Stop playing with my feelings, it matters. You were having sex in your office hours ago and the next minute you are all over me, kissing me and almost ripping my dress off at a public boutique, all that fucking matter." I jabbed. 

He darted his eyes to the window and heaved a frustrating sigh. He combed his hair with his fingers before turning to me.

"Okay. Let's keep this how you want it. I promise I will be good from today onwards." He pledged.

"I have to go." I said and without waiting for his response, I opened the door and stepped out of the car.

He came out of the car too and opened the car's booth and fetched the shopping bags from the car's booth and handed them to me. There were five boxes in total but it was too heavy for me to carry.

"Let me help you with those." Without waiting for my consent, he retrieved all the bags from me and closed the booth.

"I can carry them." I protested.