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Megan
I pick Normani up and almost slam her on the countertop. She grabs my face for the hardest and aggressive of kisses.
My hands settle firm on her hips and I move her forward. Her legs wrap around my waist.
All I did was help her out with some cleaning around the house.
She wants to get ready to decorate now that thanksgiving is coming up.
"Babyyyyy"
"Yes Mani?"
"Let's take a break."
I respond with a kiss afterwards, "Sounds good."
We've been working on this all weekend so I'm not complaining.
I grab her ass and squeeze.
"Nevermind, let's call it enough for a day." She moans out.
My brows raise.
She was so adamant on cleaning everything down too.
"Mani." I moan out as she grabs my neck and begins to kiss the side of my face. "Fuck."
Suddenly she drops off of the countertop and pins me back in a swift move. Basically dominating the shit out of me. I could care less. It's Normani.
I manage to get some kisses out of her while her freaky ass is trying to move her knee right up to my center. She really knows me very well.
"Fuck, Mani."
Who would've known she was such a hornball and a raging lesbian.
Normani moves me in a way in which the box next to us falls to the ground.
"Shit."
"Lemme get that for you, baby." I reassure her.
I move towards the box and Normani continues to insist that she'll get it.
She sighs and moves her face towards me, "I'm hungryyyy." She groans against my lips.
"Okay then let's order in."
"Okay." She says. "You said earlier, you didn't want pizza or anything, so maybe we can try that new Vietnamese place next to the wing place."
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WARNING: DESCRIPTION OF SICKNESS AND VOMITING, ARGUING AND VERBAL ABUSE!!!!
I sit down comfortably with my plate of Vietnamese food. She wanted to watch some horror series that I suggested we watch. Almost the entire living room is filled with boxes, but we moved some around to be able to settle down. The cats are watching us eat intently from the back of the couch, peering over our shoulders. Over the months I've gotten quite fond of them.
One box is in my way a little, and I realize when I bring the spoon up to y mouth for a mouthful of pho. I move it and the box opens slightly. and I see him.
Him.
It's a picture of Normani and King. At their wedding.
Normani being married was no secret. She let me know from the get go that due to her displeasure she had no pictures of them up together because it stirred up a bad memory and regret and a wave of pure negativity. It just never occurred to me that it would be my own boss and the very person who nearly got the entire company and pharmacy locked up.
I feel so goddamn sick.
Normani is watching the introduction to American Horror Story: Roanoke.
I quite literally put my plate down not eh center table and excuse myself.
I make a dash for one of the downstairs bathrooms and lock myself in. My pulse resounds throughout my head and my mouth is salivating as I feel my insides come up and out. I take my sweater off and im breaking out in a cold sweat as my stomach empties out. From outside the door, I hear two different meows and Normani's soft voice.
"Baby?"
I don't have the ability to even respond as I break out into sobs.
"Baby, unlock the door." She pleads. "Please, Megan."
I hear the cats clawing at the door. They do this with both me and Normani. If either one or both of us are in the shower too long, they tend to get restless.
"Megan."
"Yes, baby?" I say, with the tone of me crying thick in my voice.
"Im right here, I'm not leaving. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"No, it's okay."
"Did the Pho make you sick?"
"No, Mani. I'm good."
"Please, Ruth." At no response from me because I throw up again she says, "I'll stay right here. Whenever you're ready I'm right here to listen."
The nickname came after a night of me asking for her to ask me any question she wanted. Because I felt like she feared me and was judging me without knowing me. Then after getting to know me fully, she asked if she could call me by Ruth. I didn't really question her but it's that. Eventually, Ive grown fond of hearing it from her.
I'm not even surprised that Normani doesn't speak much about him and when she does, it's nothing but negativity.
With us employees, he makes himself seem charming but over time we've seen glimpses of his animosity. The few times he'd come to the pharmacy, he'd often threaten, argue with, and degrade employees in his office whether or not the topic of discussion was even such a serious thing. the scene of an ex- employee walking out of his office, in tears, collecting everything from their designated locker in the break room was a routine thing to witness. Jaime also being one of them after 2 months because she couldn't handle all that he wanted her to do.
I can't even imagine the amount of times a similar thing could've happened to Normani that I haven't heard of yet.
I need to get Normani out of here. That's the only thing I can think of. Regardless of what could happen to me, due to there being an open case regarding the pharmacy and all of his companies, and me being a key witness having been an assistant of his also for some time. They won't stop until they find me and put me on trial, and due to King's power, possibly have me put up for some time if things get messy. At that, I'm in one of his many houses, currently with his wife. This man could get away with anything.
Slowly a few minutes turn into an hour. Then an hour turns into 4.
I stand up. Finally feeling slightly better. I realize also that for a minute, I haven't heard Normani's voice. Which brings another level of concern.
I open the door to find Normani asleep against the doorway. it looks like she never got up to leave the spot.
"Mani. what? Mani. Get up. Why did you sleep here?"
She slowly comes to and looks up at me.
"I'm never going to let you go through anything alone."
Immediately my chest squeezes with the love I have for Normani.
