Life With Thrill | GxG

3 - don't mess with her

-- Laila's POV --
-- A Month Later --

"Listen, if you weren't so fucking dumb than you would of understood that transporting a large amount of money without the bodyguard is against the rule!" I yelled back through the phone. My anger building up further with every excuse i hear back from him.

"I don't fucking care that you wanted to be discreet! The orders were given to you and you failed for the second time!" I continued. "Get your ass back to my building and into my office before i find more reasons to fire your dumbass!" I ended the call, slamming my phone on the table. I traveled my fingers through my hair, giving out a growl from frustration.

Starting business in a new city let alone having new workers always brings complications from the start. Completely burning my head off to constantly have my hands on ordering people rather than making new projects.

A knock came at my office door, making me squint my eyes from madness about seeing even a living soul.

They knocked again, my anger rising higher. "The door is open! Come in for fuck sake!" I yelled out, leaning back on my chair to see who came to bother me at the worst time.

The door opened and Casey stepped in. "Sorry to bother, boss, but i need signatures for papers." She spoke out with a smile, trying to seem as nice as possible. "Bring them here than." I leaned forward on the table, trying to gather myself back together.

I absorbed her shut the door and make her way over. The curves on her body so visible that their almost sharp to look at. She placed the papers in front of me and i grabbed a pen, signing the documents.

"Only thing i'll comment on though." I took the papers back together, handing them over to Casey. "Don't call me boss. Makes me sound like a old man with alcohol problems." I spoke out, trying to be unserious and ease myself in a better mood.

"Of course." Casey chuckled to my order. "But why a man? Not like you have something related to them." She asked in a playful way and i leaned back on the chair, throwing a smile towards her.

"Do your job as the secretary and don't ask such questions." I spoke out to her, sort of giving a sign that i didn't deny or answer her assumption.

"Sorry, miss. Not gonna happen again." She gave me a smile before turning around and making her way back to the door.

I couldn't help to dart my eyes on her ass. Perfectly shaped and easy to fit right in my hands. Her body indeed was attracting, not any imperfection i have found through the week of her working here.

"Wait, actually-" I stood up, making her stop in her tracks. "Yes?" She turned around to look at me, waiting for me to speak. "Second comment. Don't wear such revealing clothes." I admitted innocently, trying to start a conversation yet finally speaking out on something that had been bothering me.

"Excuse me?" She took steps back in the office. Giving me a look of pure confusion but slight seriousness. "The clothes. Too revealing and may i say it doesn't suit you." I explained further. "So you're saying i look bad?" She crossed her arms while asking.

I knew i had messed up with the choice of the topic on trying to make her stay here for a little longer. But there was no going back since i truly have learned the attitude that can spike in her.

"No! Don't take it that way, Casey." I chuckled out, doing my best to fix the mistake i made. "You didn't mean it that way? Seems like you always say you don't mean it some way." Her tone started to become even more serious.

I can't lie, i wanted to get that comment out of my chest before but it was dumb and unnecessary. Now that i said it, i regretted it to the fulllest. Her clothes were revealing, that's why i even had such a thought in my mind and the sight of her drives my concentration nuts every day from how tempting she looks.

"Casey-" I tried to explain better but got interrupted immediately. "Firstly, don't call me by my name. Friends or not but i'm working here and i don't want people to get the wrong ideas." She placed her hands on the table. The dominance completely showing that it was hot at this point to see her like this.

"Secondly, don't fucking comment on how i look. I love my body and my style and just because people will stare doesn't mean shit." She continued to burst at me. Definitely raising a point to my suggestion about how she feels.

"I suggest you to not curse at me." I leaned towards her on the table while saying, understanding that there's not gonna be a settling on the subject. "And now you're going to order me shit?" Casey truly didn't take the hint seriously.

My frustration spiked up in a matter of a second and i took in a breath, walking around to her side. "Did you not hear me?" I didn't hesitate and broke the air between our bodies. "Don't play tough right now and don't even try to order me about such stupid things." I felt her breath right against my face, her stare not loosing any negative thing at me.

I could tell Casey was about to brush away from me but i grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place. "You're not the owner of this company nor am i your fucking slave!" I completely lost my patience and spoke out harshly.

"Just because such orders aren't meant to be apart of your job doesn't mean you don't have to take note of them. This is my company, my business and my rules are made here. Remember that!" I tightened the grasp on her wrist.

"Don't fucking speak to me like that! I never had the will to take this as my job so if you don't like something, fire me!" Casey kept her attitude up. "For fuck sake! You let my frustration cool down when you came here but just spiked it back up!" I pushed myself closer to her on purpose for her to stumble, leading her all the way up to a wall.

I pressed my body against hers and grabbed her neck, pinning her. "Work here or not but i want to be respected! Just because you met me when i was in my calm state doesn't mean i can't be violent, okay?!" I spit the words out, so effected from her even trying to have control between the two of us.

I watched Casey begin to breathe heavily, grabbing my wrist to try and pull my hand off her neck. "Apologize." I blurred it out through my teeth, not letting an inch on her body move anywhere. "Say you're fucking sorry!"

"I-i'm sorry." She mumbled out, squeezing her eyes closed at this point. "Look me in my fucking eyes and say it!" I tightened my grab on her neck and she opened her eyes back up, staring directly into mine with honest regret.

"I-i'm really s-sorry." She used everything in her to push the apology out again. I could see the light tear roll down her eye by now from the pain she was in so i immediately released my hand off her neck and stepped away.

Her hand was brushing against her neck, trying to ease the pain. A few coughs following afterwards. I absorbed her step over to the door, opening it and immediately leaving the office without any other words said.

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