DROWNING

Hurt People, Hurt People

   Brea

     I should have known it was going to be some bullshit when Justin called this meeting but blind CCd everyone so I couldn't see who was coming......

And if you guessed it....

Yup!

I was the only person here!

"Thank you so much for attending this meeting, beautiful-", Justin chuckled a bit.

"I don't have time for this! What do you want? And it better be professional!", I interrupted him with a huff as I let my arms fall to my sides.

My interruption didn't go over well with him though.

Standing from his chair, he lent over a bit and placed his hands on his desk.

"Who do you think you're talking to like that?", he asked in daring but dangerous tone.

His words hit me hard and I took a step back.

I was the prey and he was the predator every time.

But I held my ground, I always did.

"You fucking heard me!", I seethed.

Justin reached for something on his desk and was getting ready to toss it at me.

Before he could pull his hand back to throw the mug full of hot coffee at me, a knock sounded on his office door.

I watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He placed the coffee cup down and opened his eyes.

"Come in.", he called out to whoever.

As the door pushed open, I saw Carly peek her head around it with a weary smile.

"What is it, Carly? Can't you see I'm in a meeting.", he spoke sounding annoyed.

Carly was Justin's assistant but if you asked me I'd tell you that she was his favorite door mat after he walked in shit.

"My apologies, sir. Your mother is here to see-", Carly started before she was interrupted my being pushed into the door causing her to stumble in.

His mother shoving her aside with the same annoyed look as her sons.

"Puppy!", she exclaimed as she walked past me and to Justin's side.

Justin cleared his throat and rolled his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that and to stop coming to my office unannounced?", he asked with a grimaced look on his face.

"And I'm sure I told you that I am your mom and I can do whatever I want.", she responded with a pout as she grabbed at his arm.

This woman here was the definition of a 'motherfucker' in my book.

From the day I had met her to the day she was standing right here in front of me.

Nobody could tell me that this lady didn't want to fuck her son!

Nasty bitch!

"I'm in a meeting, mom. Leave or I'll have security escort you out. I'm close to having you trespassed.", Justin spoke as he snatched his arm away.

"What! That's absurd! And a meeting? That's just Brea and she knows as good as you do that mothers come first!", she spat, balling her fist up tightly.

"She's right! I'll leave you two alone!", I agreed and quickly turned to head out of his office.

"Don't move, Brea. Mother.... Don't make me hurt your feelings again. You...as well as Brea both know that I come first. Now everyone except for Brea....get the fuck out!", Justin raged, his eyes only on me.