<I'm jealous of all the people who haven't met you.>
|Jadesola|
LONG CHAPTER (4700 WORDS) BUT TOTALLY WORTH IT.
Saturday, July 3, 2021
RESUME WORK when you have your apology letter on my desk.
Ha! Even if aliens were swarming the earth, frying people's brains and the only way to destroy them was by apologizing to Kian, then I guess planet Earth would be a thing of the past, its segmented pieces floating in space. Yes, I was that selfish. His order, hilarious as it was, was far from amusing, a poor attempt at a joke.
Like a true deviant, I had gone straight home after that. Did he really think my body was his to play with? To run his dirty fingers through? The bastard probably did, considering that I'd never displayed any form of resistance.
Annoyed with myself for letting him cop a feel, I'd refused to turn up for work yesterday as well. And of course, the arsehole had never called for his assistant but what did I expect? His precious ego would burst if he dared to even check up on me.
He must have reported to Chloe instead, because she had rung me yesterday, inquiring whether I was alright in the head.
"What the hell are you doing Jadesola? You're going to ruin everything!" Chloe hissed. Her always steady voice was frantic, tinged with worry.
But I shrugged, although I knew she wouldn't see me. "I really don't care at this point. I'm tired of him. His never-ending orders, do this, do that, Miss Jadesola. Don't even get me started about how he doesn't even pronounce my name right, how he's always touching—"
I caught my words in time, unwilling to go further. Fuck, I'd almost casted myself.
"Yes? He's always touching what exactly?" Chloe prompted. A mental picture of her at her desk, stress lines etched to her temple, face tightened in anger, had a sigh escaping my lips.
"Nothing. The man just pisses me off. I'll start work again on Monday." I rested my back against the door of my room, the hard contours of its handle digging into my skin. Truly if I had my way, he wouldn't see me in that office for a year.
"You'd better. No one else is going to pay that huge amount of money if you don't suck it up so ignore the man and work. You're nearly there, Jade. Don't let trivial matters like his actions annoy you."
"Yeah yeah."
After a few rundowns of how Chloe had steered the debtors off my path, we clicked off the phone call. Then I slumped against the door, misery and fury washing over my entire body.
My inability to tell Chloe about my ordeals through Kian's touches, stemmed from the fact that I was ashamed, humiliated. I'd let him run his hands down my body, seeking, searching as he took from me. That strong determined woman I was, had fled, and a weak woman who responded to his touches, stood in her place. A weak woman I once had no idea about.
Trembling hands cradled my face, fatigue seeping deep into my bones. Not only that, Chloe would blow a casket. She would be appalled to hear those sordid details and as my lawyer, who knew what lengths she would go to make Kian pay? A horrible scandal that would fling me and my family, head-on, to the media? No, I'd been on the news lately, I didn't want another helping.
That was 24 hours ago. At the moment, to destress, I was eating garri and ofe oha. An Igbo delicacy, it was a relish. Thickened soup, filled with an assortment of fishes, meats and vegetables. Very mouthwatering. Times like this, I was glad that for the short term, I'd called a halt on modeling while I worked for Kian. It had its issues— foodwise; picky eating, detoxification, and tasteless foreign dishes and all were annoying. Back then, I had to hide from my agent just to enjoy any Nigerian food I grabbed my hands on.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
