Pushed to the Edge

"The Wicked Bitch"

The tapping of high heels make everyone scurry to their desks, they know that the bitch is here; the "Wicked Witch". If anyone dares crosses her path on her way to her ivory throne they will be beheaded; well that's what been said to the new employees, so I've heard.

The door to the office opens, and she is not shocked to see me here. Somehow I think that the snitch receptionist said something. I look over her, and well we all know that she is the most sexiest woman alive. She has the longest pair of legs that I've seen on a woman, and I've seen many women in my years. She has the bluest eyes ever, paired with long eyelashes that sit on her high cheek bones. She'll be the best bride ever. She makes my hands sweat, and that has never happened, nor will I ever admit it.

"Can I help you Mr. King? I am not in the mood for your shenanigans this morning or the following." Ah, the bitch speaks. Pun intended.

"Well future-Mrs. King, I came to ask about the details of our wedding and how they are going. A husband must take care of his wifey very well. Don't you think?"

"The wedding will be small, and you know it. It is going to be to the courthouse and then off to work. Just because we are getting married, does not mean we can lay off our duties to our companies." Is she kidding me?

"Well you must have not been informed. The wedding is going to be the biggest and the most beautifullest in the decade, even though we don't love each other, this has to be the best show that you will ever perform. Here is the invitation for you to look over if the dates correspond to your overwhelming schedule and a list of the other important details."

She looks over the invitation with no emotion; I hate it, I can not tell what she is thinking about.

"So what do you think?"

She looks me straight in the eye. I look at her, my gaze wonders all over her face and notice: the freckles that run along the bridge of her nose and the faint smile lines that are around her lips, the color of her lips that remind of petals, and the resting bitch face that she'll always have; and I can't help to admit that yes this woman will be mine.

"Are you done looking for what you lost in my face? I'm serious King, I don't have time for you today. The dates are fine and I already have my wardrobe ready for the day, I visited the place where you want to have the reception and I honesty do not like it. If the reception must hold more than the required people, than this is just too small. I suggest that you look into hotels, The Odyssey is favorable and very elegant.

The menu; I am allergic to any type of shellfish, and I absolutely hate chocolate, so the cake can't be chocolate flavored, anything will be fine. The color scheme seems to cliche, honestly pink! I detest the color. Do you really want to be surrounded by frilly colors, dare I suggest that the colors be less girly, all white shall be fine. Any other questions please contact my personal assistant, Maya."

She turns to her computer and starts to work. Am I being dismissed? I wait. Just starring at her. I see a faint color on her cheeks. I smirk.

"Do you need anything else Ricky?" She asks me with a smirk. I hate that nickname.

"No Kadence, just looking."

I get up and start heading to the door and turn around.

"Do you know that your employees call you 'The Wicked Bitch'?"

She look up from her computer and looks at me with a smirk, I detect the mischievous look in her eyes, and that makes me giddy. What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

"Between you and me Ricky, I was the one who started it. You may leave now, have plenty of work and so do you."

Dismissed; the twitch between my legs tells me that this will be the highlight of my night, or maybe my ride in the town car?

I smile and shut the door behind me. Everyone in the office looks at me with wonder, while some with confusion written amongst their faces.

Kadence Nelson, you have no idea what I have in store for you.

"Mallory, can you see me in twenty?"