Falling For My Boss

Chapter 15

Today was the fucking last day in this goddamn boring cabin of a private hospital. Holy shit, can someone please inject some excitement into this place? I couldn't help but worry about the hefty bill they were about to thrust right up my ass. My damn mom and Rob had one hell of a last night, getting freaky like rabbits, while Rave, that little traitor, left me here alone to deal with Lucifer and all the hospital staff from hell. And guess what? That asshole Rave comes sauntering in the next morning, looking all fucking stressed out. I mean, can't I catch a damn break?

"So, how the hell was your night with Mr. Handsome?" she asked with this naughty-ass grin on her face. I spilled all the juicy fucking details about how he begged for forgiveness, kissed me like his life depended on it, and we ended up sleeping together like a bunch of damn lovebirds.

"Fucking hell, Lynn, cut him some slack. The dude recognized his fucking mistakes and he's busting his damn ass to make it up to you," Rave said with that glimmer of understanding in her goddamn eyes. And guess fucking what? On the table, right fucking there, was my favorite breakfast spread ever, with a note from the jerk himself. "Hey, Beautiful. Sorry I had to bail early for some urgent meeting bullshit. Can't stay, but I promise to come back later and whisk your ass home. Here's the breakfast you goddamn adore. Can't fucking wait to see you. Xoxo."

There was enough food to feed the entire fucking hospital, so I insisted Rave join in. She didn't put up a damn fight and surprisingly looked like she needed the badass grub more than I did. "What the fuck is up with you? You're acting all off, not like your usual "I'm Miss Perfect Rave" self," I said, staring her fucking down, not holding back one bit. She glanced up at me, chewing that croissant like her life depended on it, and took a fat minute to respond.

"Some fucked up shit happened, Lynn. Last night, I headed over to Lexi's office to wrap up some work shit. Got this upcoming photo shoot with that sexy motherfucker Xavier next week, so I was knee-deep in prep mode. Now, you know her office is just a damn stone's throw away from the hotel I'm staying at, so I didn't bother bringing my damn car. I locked up the damn office and started strolling down the friggin' street when these two damn bikers come outta nowhere and block my fucking way. They tried to harm me, but thank fuck someone swooped in and played the goddamn hero, saving my sorry ass. But those fuckers took my fucking file, Lynn. The one that had all the damn important documents and details. You know if that shit falls into the wrong hands, I'm fucked! I'll lose all my goddamn dream projects! I can't believe I was so goddamn useless and helpless last night. Went back to the hotel but couldn't get a damn wink of sleep."

I inhaled a deep ass breath, feeling some shit stirring in my goddamn mind. Fuck sympathy, Rave hated it as much as I did. The only damn question that punched me in the gut was why the fuck were we suddenly getting attacked? "Yo, Rave, did you have your purse or phone with you last night?"

"Of-fucking-course, I did! Luckier than a four-leaf clover, those fuckers didn't take them, or else I would've been left with fuck-all last night." She let out a sigh of relief, thinking about her damn purse and moolah being intact. But why the fuck didn't those robbers take her cash or phone? Why just the goddamn documents? Usually, assholes rob for the cold hard cash, but this shit was different. Something stank, but I didn't spill my thoughts to her just yet. Let her enjoy her damn breakfast, I figured.

Fuck, could it be fucking Ryan pulling all the strings behind this chaos? That douchebag wants revenge, wants to fucking destroy me and rub my existence in the dirt, but why the fuck would he go after Rave? Sure, she helped me out fifteen fucking years ago with that incident, but goddamn, nobody knew that shit. So many fucking hints and leads, but I can't seem to connect all the fucking dots. I needed to find the goddamn answer soon, and I sure as fuck couldn't say a damn thing about Ryan to anyone.

By 11 o'clock, Rave had to bounce for her goddamn photoshoot sessions, and I bid her goodbye, feeling a pang of emptiness in the pit of my goddamn stomach. Now, I was all alone, staring at the damn ceiling, sleep creeping in to fuck me over once again.