My Boss Is My Tormentor

5. Mr. Stalker

ROSE

'Meet us at Rush @ 7:00. Big news.'

I stared at the text message from Natasha and wished like hell that I could be able to say no to her. And, you would think after the morning I had, I've all the rights to do so and stay alone at my place while I feel pity for myself. But unfortunately I didn't have such luck, because even if I managed to stay at home, I was sure she’ll end up coming there and then she’ll drag me out to wherever she wants. So, it will much easier to just agree with her.

‘I'll be there. Just don't try to set me up with anyone.’

I texted her back and plopped down on the couch. After 10 minutes of changing channels on the TV, I settled on a music channel and closed my eyes as I recounted today's events. All the things that happened was horrible except that one thing. I knew I shouldn't have given into that kiss like that but the moment his lips touched mine I was a lost cause. And, then he bit my earlobe, oh god, he actually bit it like some kind of wild animal.

Then he lifted me in his arms, laid me back on the bed and slowly, his lips trailed down my lips to my neck to the hollow of my throat.... Wait... that didn't happen, did it?

A loud shrill woke me up from the romantic haze I was in. Oh god... now I was dreaming about him, shît. What kind of black magic was that? I quickly jumped up from the couch when the second time the ringing sound echoed around me. After a few seconds, I realized it was my phone that was making that noise.

I picked it from the table and answered. "Hello,” I said into the phone, groggy from my nap.

"Where the hell are you?" My best friend that I sometimes wanted to kill, asked me.

"Home," I said stifling another yawn.

"Why?" Natasha asked making me more irritated. “You were sleeping," Natasha accused me as if it was a crime.

No I was dreaming a very romantic dream, but instead of that I said, "So? Something is wrong with that?"

"It is 8:30, Rose!" She yelled.

And, I remembered. Fûck! The sleepy haze finally lifted, I said, "Oh my god, I slept for four hours. I'm sorry, I'll be there in half an hour."

"No. You have 15 minutes, Rose, bye."

I stared at the offending device in my hand, willing myself to throw it across the room but then I’d have to buy a new one when I didn’t even know if I would be able to pay the rent for the next month, so I guess it was a bad idea.

Rush was not so far from our apartment only about 10 minutes of driving that leaves me with 5 minutes to get ready. I quickly ran to the bathroom, we've single bathroom in the hall besides the kitchen, and two bedroom with a small room that we use as a store room or laundry room whatever we prefer. It depended on Natasha's mood as I didn't think much about these things. Switching on the light above the mirror on the washbasin I scrubbed my face clean with a face wash and looked at the mirror to find two big swollen eyes staring back at me.

I didn't understand why this happened to me all the time. Whenever I woke up from a long sleep my eyes appeared like someone had punched me during my nap. Could that be possible? "Ugh..."

Standing half in the cupboard half out, I rummaged through my clothes and came up with three t-shirts to choose from. As I didn't have much time to pamper myself, I decided to wear the jeans I was already wearing and chose the pink tshirt with a sleeping peanut on it.