Watch Me

Chapter 2 - Addison

God, I hated that fucker.

Patrick Fuller had become a pain in my ass since he had been promoted to marketing director.

He was annoying and had the unchecked confidence of every other cis white man out there. Meaning he thought his shit was made of literal sunshine and rainbows.

I had told Austin multiple times that he needed to fire him but even after nine years of working as his VP, he somehow didn't trust me enough to make that call. I bet it was my age.

Even though Austin never mentioned that my age was a problem in our line of work, I had heard the whispers of those below him. They thought I wasn't ready for the power he gave me. They thought I was nothing more than a person who got lucky.

Sometimes, they even hypothesized that I got this job because I sucked his dick on the regular.

I wouldn't put it past Patrick to be the one to spread that type of outlandish rumor.

Even now as I watched him throw another shot back as he laughed with the other directors I couldn't help the bad taste that spread across my mouth.

The party had started as it normally did. All of our directors and up had been invited to the Manhattan penthouse Austin owned for just such occasions. With two floors and a rooftop pool, it was a haven for these meetings. Booze, drugs, and people came and went as they pleased with enough space for everyone.

Of course, there was one place no one but me and Austin were allowed. His main office and bedroom on the second floor, but beside that the place was free for everyone invited. Most of them knew not to break anything by now as well.

Though Patrick had somehow missed the memo on not shitting where he ate.

"She walked in on me balls deep in Cassidy's pussy and had the balls to tell me to play with her clit."

Booming laughter filled the room. I sunk back into my seat with a sigh. God, it was such a boy's club here sometimes.

"Then, get this, she even agreed to keeping the relationship open, meaning that I can fuck Cassidy all I want. Fuck, I could fuck any one and she wouldn't stop me."

I pushed myself up with a groan,

"Maybe she'd even be willing to join? Sounds like she likes a bit of pussy..."

Justin's voice trailed off as I came close. The group of four men turned to look at me, Patrick's eyes narrowed when he took me in. I was betting he remembered when I asked him the relevance of his bogus numbers he'd shown at today's biweekly meeting.

He tried to get away with it every time. He would show up some crazy numbers and try to correlate them to our biweekly revenue metrics but every single time there were inconsistencies. Austin may be able to coast through those meetings, but I was the hard ass he relied on to get shit done.

"Maybe focus on your work instead of the secretary's tight ass and you'll have something to celebrate next time," I said, eyeing his drink. "Be careful. One more fake report and you'll be kicked out of these parties before the end of the quarter."

Patrick opened his mouth to speak but he snapped it closed as soon as a hand clasped on my shoulder.

"Let's leave work talk at the office, okay?" Austin asked from behind me. His voice had a tone to it, telling me he was unhappy about me causing trouble. He could be mad all he wanted. Patrick was a waste of a salary.

I brushed him off, pushed past the group, and headed straight to the bar. The bartender gave me a sympathetic smile. He had seen his fair share of fights between me and Patrick. Sometimes when I was drunk to him I spouted off how much I wanted to kill the fucker.