On His Terms

○×20: midnight emergencies & half-naked bosses○×

<Dear Karma, I have a list of people you missed>

|Jadesola|

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

"I DON'T fuck with you. You little stupid ass bitch, I don't fuck with you. I got a million things I'd rather fuck---"

I pried open my bleary eyes, trying to make sense of what on earth was happening. Realization dawned. It was my phone, ringing, the music blaring wild and loud.

Dang. A disgruntled frown etched to my face, I reached out with a tired arm to the bedrest. Who could be calling by 12 midnight?

My bonnet had slipped away so my mussed hair, I was probably sure it resembled a bird's nest, streamed curls down my face. Swiping a few away, I sat upright and tapped the screen.

Poring over the glowing letters, bemused, I widened my eyes. Unknown number flashed against the dark wallpaper background but I decided to answer anyway since I'd already awakened. Besides, one never knew when an emergency could occur.

"Hello, Jadesola Anyalewechi speaking," I said into the phone, rubbing my eyes.

"You're needed in the office in the next thirty minutes," a man growled, a certain voice that I was very familiar with.

I blinked, the drowsy state I'd been wallowing in fading into the thin air. Like deja Vu, all over again, the disastrous Brazilian trip hovered at the back of my mind.

Anger threaded a burning stitch in my chest, infuriation at his order fuelling my reply, "Are you being serious right now?!"

"Terribly serious. Get your ass out of that bed," he jeered, tone oozing with sarcasm.

Irritated by his nonchalant attitude, I scowled at the phone for a second then voiced my opinion, resentful, "Mr. Fields, in case you're not aware, it's 12 am in the morning. 12! I should be sleeping, at least it's the little reprieve I got from coming back home late today, all thanks to you. So no, I'm not coming to your goddamn office. My work hours don't include 12 am."

He only chuckled, an arrogant, haughty tune that never failed to stir my blood in the wrong way, "The office or your casino? Choose wisely."

Slowly, I tipped the phone away from my ear, my vision a sea of red. Why couldn't I conjure black magic, juju, anything to rid the planet of this man?

"Are you still there, Miss Jadesola?" he prompted, that breezy tune still attached to his voice.

Placing the electronic device in the crook of my neck, I croaked out in a strangled tone, "Yes I am."

"Good, I'm glad you made the right choice. See you by 12:50."

Still incensed, I cried, hoping my loud voice would at least render him deaf, if anything, "How do I get a taxi this time of the morning?"

Unconcerned, he bluntly told me, "That's your problem, not mine." Apparently done with relaying his information, my boss from hell clicked off.

I stared at my phone, frustration weighing me down. Damn his bloody arrogant hide. What was even so important that he'd disturbed my precious sleep? I swear if it was for a task with absolutely no importance, then he would pay in kind- preferably with blood.

Werey.

Stuck with no goddamn choice, I dumped the phone and moved my lazy ass out of the bed. As I slid a probing gaze across the white sheets, tucking its edges in, a red stain glared at me. Wonderful. I was on my fucking period.