I walked up to his desk and plopped a coffee onto his desk but then he called my name to get me back.
"I don't want to talk about the date" I snapped turning around guessing this is what his sudden need to talk to me was about because he never talks to me.
"I don't want to fucking talk about that, come back," he said sternly almost more annoyed than usual if that's possible.
"Fuck you want" I walked back in rolling my eyes to show him how I was feeling about this conversation.
"Fuck you I'll tell you tomorrow. Get the fuck out of my office" he spat turning back to his computer.
It was strange because the sentence he said was full of anger but I could hear something else behind it.
"Don't have to ask me again, dickhead" I said walking out and to my office.
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RomanceHe removed his hand completely as soon as I started to get to the peak. My eyes shot open and up to his with a dirty look. His face was covered in a dirty smirk almost mocking me. "I fucking hate you ale-" just then he thrusted into me causing me t...
