My Boss's Son Is Killing Me

Chapter 4

(Sam)

I'd like to say I wasn't furstrated but I was.

But I gave a shrug and went along my way down the hall way, Nick refusing to let my hand go.

We walked into his dad office and Nick let my hand go fianlly when his father looked up.

"Ah ma amie, qu'est-ce que to fais avec Nick?" Tommy asked from my side. (Ah my friend, what were you doing with Nick?)

"Blake vais un bisquit. Nick est un idiot," I shrugged. Nick shot me a look. (Blake wanted a cookie. Nick is an idiot.)

"Ah je sais. Tu es tres amusante. Je t'aime beaucuop," Tommy said placing a kiss on my knuckles. (Ah I know. You are amusing. I like you a lot.)

"Merci," I said breathlessly. I felt my self being yanked back into Nicks arms. He flipped me around and crsuhed his lips to mine.

I tensed up in surprise. He kissed me hard and crushed my body to his.

But a spark went of when he touched my lips and after a minute I started to kiss back. His mouth worked furiously on mine. He forced my mouth open and shoved his tounge into my mouth. His hands travled down my waist as he elimintaed any space between us. He bit my lips and pulled it before he went back to kissing me. He became more urgent and I closed my eyes and just let him take control.

He finally pulled back, his lips pulling on mine a little. He gave me one sweet, soft kiss before he distangled himself from my body. I sank into a chair and took deep breaths.

"Hey man, you do know I don't swing that way?" I heard Tommy say. My eyes snapped up to see him smirking and Nick looking flabergasted.

Hehe flabergasted.

"So I just kissed her for nothing?!" Nick yelled. I snapped then.

I got up and smacked him across the face. His hed whipped to the side. I ripped my glasses off and threw them at him, my knee coming up to his package. He grunted in pain as his hands went down. I felt tears well up in my eyes.

I had just been used again.

"You are a freaking jerk you know that?! I hate you!!" I screamed and turned to run out of the door. Mr. Burns was looking pissed, Tommy was looking pissed, Blake was looking absoultly heart broken and pissed and Nick was looking . . .

I didn't know because I turned away from him.

"SAM!!" Three male voices and one little boy voice yelled. I just ran. I heard the pounding of feet but I passed the elevator and ran to the stairs.

Thankfully everyone had left for the day so no one could see me out of my regular state. I flew down the stirs and kicked off my heels. I scooped them up and ran out the front door.

I ran into the garage and fumbled for my keys.

I heard a shout and I flew forward.

I blacked out.

(Nick Burns Junior)

Now I feel like shit.

I didn't know what they were saying but it seemed like the perfect moment to kiss her.

So I did and I felt like I was on fire everywhere her skin touched mine.

I remember how soft her lips were and how good it felt when she kissed me back. I shivered as I remember my hands on her curvey waist. Her hot cauldren of a mouth made me feel even worse that I made her believe that I'd used her.

And I didn't.

I just so desperatly wanted to kiss her, let her know how I felt even after one day . . .

But I am a man-

Who always screws everything but my job up.

So I sprinted after her. I saw her sprint to her car but a baseball bat came out of no where and skacked her across the back of her head. She crumpled and fell to the floor. Rage filled me as a man stepped out and pulled her p. He threw her against the car, but she was unconsious.

He began to slip his hands up her skirt. I saw one hand move down to his pants and I heard his zipper get pulled down. I sprinted up and pulled my fist back, landing it right in the back of his head.

He staggered and flipped around. His eyes widened as he saw me draw my fist back again. He scrambled away, pulling his zipper up in the process. I turned Sam and my heart clenched as I looked at her. I caught her as she slipped off the side of the car.

"Oh Sam," I whispered. The back of her head was bleeding and she was out cold.

I leaned down and kissed her lightly. I just pressed my lips to her's for a long time.

I sighed and called my dad.

"What?"

"Dad she's out cold."

"WHAT?!"

"Some guy was about to rape her and now she's out cold. I need an ambulance asap."

"On it;s way."

"Thanks," I sighed and snapped the phone shut. I leaned dow and kissed her again. I just kept my lips on her's until I heard the ambulance siren.

I pulled my lips away from her's and held her up. They stuffed her in the back and screached off.

(Sam)

I woke up groggily in a white room.

"Mrs. Peyton!" The nurse said. I looked over. Nick was slumped over, asleep, next to me.

"What is this jerk doing next to me?!" I asked angrily. I looked down at my arms. I had IV needles sticking out. I pulled them out with a panicked expression. I got up and groaned.

"He was the one who saved you from the rapist."

"Great now I owe this jerk. I'm leaving. Don't tell him where I live."

"Ma'am you can't leave-"

"I am leaving before he wakes up. Goodbye."

I stormed out the place. I was still wearing my clothes and I pulled out my keys. I hailed a taxi, payed him with a twenty and got a ride to the office. I got out and stormed to my car.

I saw a puddle of blood on the ground and with a sickening feeling, I realized it was mine. A baseball bat lying next to it so I picked it up and threw it in the back of my car. I got in and drove to my house.

I scrubbed down in the shower and chucked on a pair of buggy bunny PJ bottoms. I threw on a plain black shirt and got into bed.

My phone rang and I checked to see who it was first.

NICK BURNS-BOSS.

"Hello?"

"Sam!" Mr. Burns said relieved.

"Mr. Burns? Whats wrong?" I asked frowning.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Um yeah, I uh, I am fine," I smiled.

"Good. My son really likes you," He said non-chalant. I did a double take.

"I'm sure he does. Is there something you needed?"

"Yeah, I wanted to tell you that you have the day off tomorrow," He said.

"Oh no I can come in-"

"No I insist. Just get better."

"I have a question for you though," I said as I turned over onto my stomach.

"Yes?"

"How on earth did you get my number?"