Blurred | King of Hartz

11: Ultimatum

                                        𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯

Friday Morning

"It should be a crime to taste this good" I closed my eyes in satisfaction as I peeled the wrapping off my second red velvet cupcake. They had bought cupcakes and coffee for all the staff this morning and of course I was devouring them. Can't let these go to waste.

The office was chaotic trying to meet last minute deadlines, folks were scrambling everywhere. Stuffing my face was the only distraction to keep my mind occupied from thinking of the mandatory meeting our department was having in the next 10 minutes. Hosted by yours truly, Frank Dupree.

"Hiding from the chaos?" I glanced up seeing Silas leaning on the doorframe.

"Something like that—what are you doin' here?"

"We got a meeting today, the department will be meeting Miss Vera White" my stomach dropped hearing her name. I wonder if this has anything to do with what happened at the release party.

"I thought she was overseas" he shook his head walking over to my direction to grab a cupcake.

"Nah she wants to be more hands-on with us" I took another bite of my cupcake hoping it would ease my stomach. "Relax she cool as hell"

"Easy for you to say" I muttered, licking some icing off my finger. "Your not the one who fucked up the video at the release party"

"We both know that wasn't on you. Somebody set you up."

"Why? I come to work, do my job and keep my head down"

"And that's exactly why," he said, pointing at me with his cupcake wrapper. "You're good at what you do. Niggas hate that."

I sighed, thinking back to the shady looks Zelle had been throwing my way lately. Then there was Mitchell and Liv, always whispering and giggling like high schoolers. The moment I walk in, they quickly get quiet. Like what's really tea.

"You tryna figure out who got it out for you, huh?"

"Maybe," I admitted.

"—don't trip, we gon' figure it out"

"I hope so" I mumbled.

"You gon' finish that?" I looked over at him eyeing my half-eaten cupcake. I made a face.

"Duh, you see I'm eating it. You can get your own" I motioned towards the cupcake on the trays.

"Greedy" he teased, leaning closer toward me. "Lemme get a little taste"

He couldn't be serious right now. One thing I ain't play about was my desert. Before I had a chance to respond he reached out and gently grabbed my wrist. My first reaction was to look over at the open break room door. Anybody could walk in and catch us being dangerously close to one another. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down and licked the icing off my finger.

"It should be a crime to taste this good" he mocked me with a smirk. I blinked trying to process what happened. Then the sound of footsteps caused me to remove my arm from his grasp. Mitchell was standing still with his coffee mug in hand, his eyes bouncing between the two of us.

"Mmm, having a little moment, are we?" He questioned with a slow smirk before continuing his stroll to the coffee maker. "Don't mind me"

"Imma catch you in the meeting room" Silas said, taking another cupcake off the tray and leaving the room. I cleared my throat grabbing my cup of coffee—that was probably cold now.