Rhea Taylor applies for a job with a position for assistant chief hoping to further her status later on. What happens when she gets paired with the man in charge?
Head chief of the department, Aaron Young, works day and night with no rest. He can't...
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⇠⇢ "Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies And it's me and you, no she" ⇠⇢ Rhea Taylor ⇠⇢ *one month later* ⇠⇢
Everything has been going pretty smoothly these past few weeks. Lincun has been helping me with my firefighter situation. After he'd come over to see Xolani, he would come over to my apartment so he can give me more teachings to add on to the things I already know.
Rikkee explained to me that she wanted to be with Owen and she was tired of denying it. She was tired of stringing him along and knew her decision finally.
On the flip side, Aaron and I were doing okay. He still has some things he wants to stay, but he won't. I'm not rushing him because when he wants to come speak to me, he will. Possibly.
I still don't feel as though we are close. During the past few weeks he came over to my apartment and we'd have sex. He'd come over mad, angry, and totally exasperated and he'd take that all out into the sex we'd have. There's no lie that I loved not being gentle in the bedroom, but I didn't like the fact that he felt the need to put that frustration into me.
Literally.
My birthday was in less than 72 hours and I wasn't in the best of moods. I don't think he notices what he's doing to the point where it's jeopardizing this whole 'relationship'.
Finding myself in front of his penthouse door was the least of my thoughts tonight but here I am.
Reaching my hand up I knock on the fiberglass door.
Hearing groaning from the other side and a few locks unlocked he opened the door. Dressed in grey nike cotton shorts he looked up at me rubbing his naked torso, "Rhea?".
"Can we talk?".
"About what?" he said leaning against his door, still holding it.
"Can I come in?" I asked. He shrugged and opened the door wider so I can come in. I walked in and took off my light coat laying it on the back of the couch before sitting on it.
He went to his kitchen and pour bourbon in a small glass, "Want some?".
Shaking my head, he came and sat next me.
"What'd you need to talk about?" he took a sip of his drink while looking at me.
"Sex".
He started coughing resulting in me patting his back. "Sex? What's wrong with the sex?".
"I mean it's great but your taking your frustrations out on me every time. Like, is there something wrong?".
