My fucking heart

Chapter 14

Ana

The next morning I woke up with a headache and my hair all over my face. It was a complete mess. The sun already stands high up the sky and shines through my window, lightening my room im a warm golden brightness. So it must be midday already.

I turned around in my bed to face the other side. Unlucky me got confronted with my reflection in the mirror on my wardrobe, which made me surprisedly jump in my bed. Fuck off, I do not look like that.

My hair was tangled on top of my head as it looked like a bird-family build a nest in it. I need to shower.

Before I stand up, I checked my phone - no new notifications. What a burn.

The clock says it's 12:35 pm, so I decided to get up. While undressing myself, I turned on my shower to adjust the water temperature to a comfortable heat, before I washed off all the dirt and uncleanness from yesterday off my body.

Automatically my thoughts wander off to last night. We had fun, starting at Jasmins place to have a little pre-drink together, through Matts hilarious stories and ending with our dance-off-battle on the dancefloor. I really enjoyed last night, I hope Jasmin did too.

All these things were running through my mind, but the thing that kept me most occupied and wouldn't let me concentrate on anything else, was Raphael.

Raphael...

Fuck, or shall I say Mr. Black?? I don't fucking know. But what I know for sure is, that my boss and I almost were all over each other, fogging up the windows and shooting up our hormone-level to explosion. If we would have been alone, then...

Then I'm not sure if could have withstand the steam and the tension that's been swirling around us any longer.

But as Ben got dropped off at home, I ended our nearly-hook-up abruptly. I felt like ripped out of a dream, out of the spell Raphael had me under, as I couldn't think straight anymore. After Ben left and the driver droved off once again, Raphael tried to shoot his shot again, but he realized after a few tries that I gained my clear thoughts back. Just like I had planned, actually.

What was he doing with my head? How?

As my mind wanders back to the car ride yesterday night, I had to confess to myself that I wanted him. Bad. I wanted to carry on our hot touching, I wanted him to kiss me and my body, I wanted to tear his clothes off completely and eye up that masculine body of his. The imagination of his naked body moving on mine, watching him claiming me while driving us both to an ulimative highlife, fucks my core up badly. A tingling feelings spreads throught my body - things, an employee shouldn't imagine of his employer.

Before I could even finish my thoughts, I felt my fingers on my private part, doing the job instead, as the windows start fogging up from all the steam and heat in the room.

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The whole week passed by in a second. My first drafts of Mr. Stanis project were almost done – let's see what he has to say about this. I was able to negotiate good terms and conditions for the both us of, which should make him very pleased. But we all know Mr. Stanis. He feels like his honor has been insulted by me winning this case.

Jasmin was off sick the whole week. She might have caught some illness on Saturday night, she couldn't even get up from her bed the first few days. She wanted to rest for the weekend, before she is going to start the new week full of energy and enthusiasm. This week I spent most of my time either at work or at the gym. I gave this popular fitness-girl Pamela Reif a shot, cause she receives so much positive feedback from so many people in my area, that I got curious. Her fitness timetable is really diversified and challenging – just how I like it.