I'll Be Okay✓

Chapter 9

I enter the building smiling today. It is a new day and I am not letting anything ruin my day.

Mark and father are still away for  another few days. I still have a bit of peace left for me to enjoy. Aside from mother and her lectures everyday after I come back from work even two minutes late, everything is good.

Zayn and I are good and happy. I am happy, as happy as I can be living my life.

I pass Stacy on my way to the office.

"Good morning Stacy." I greet her with a smile.

She smile back saying good morning too. "Ms Thompson, your 8am is at your office right now."

I look down at my watch and see that it's already 8am in fact it is 08:03 but I do not remember having a meeting this early.

"What 8am?" I ask Stacy confused.

"A new client maybe, you said to patch him wherever your schedule allows you to and you said  soon if possible." She explained then it dawns on me.

"Oh! That 8am." I say to her. "I must have forgotten. Did you give him anything to drink?" I ask her getting nervous.

If the 8am is a future client, I do not want my tardiness and lack of hospitality to discourage him in bringing his business to us. Father would kill me if he finds out I lost a potential client.

"He said he was okay but will let you know to tell me if he changes his mind." I say goodbye to Stacy and rush to my office.

I take long stride, as long as my pencil skirt will allow me.

I knock on the door then opened the door expecting someone entirely different.

"Zayn." I say surprised that my 8am is him.

He gives me a lopsided smile.

"Don't you mean Mr O'Connor?" He says wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh God Zayn, what are you doing here?" I asked him.

My heart beating abnormally fast.

"I've never been called God before but I approve." He intentionally ignores my question.

"Zayn!" I laugh a bit. "I'm serious."

"Okay fine. Take all the fun out of it don't you." He says and sit down on my chair.

I stand against the door refusing to move.

"I'm making our booty call arrangement formal, you know putting it on your schedule and stuff." I use my other hand to cover my face and it heats up.

"Zayn!" I drag out his name. "How did you even know where I work?"

"Oh you dropped  this at my house the other day." I peek through my fingers and see him holding my business card. "I called the number your assistant picked up, you have an assistant, so fancy."

"She's not my assistant, Stacy is the company's receptionist." I correct him.

"Don't interrupt me." He tells me and soon around in my chair like a child. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, so I decided to set up an appointment. I was going  to show up announced but this seemed better you know."

"Oh my God, you're crazy." I laughed.

"Well I have one question Red."

"Oh what is it?" I know it is something perverted.

"Have you ever been fucked on this desk?" He pats the center of the desk. "Being bent here on this spot while being entered from behind?" My pelvis began to hit up aching. "Maybe by the window hoping no one will look up but at the same time wanting some lonely, miserable, unsatisfied woman to look up and see how satisfied you are."