Club 'DRUNKEN CHERRY' (FIGHTERS AGAINST DARKNESS #1) (CHECK ON AMAZON!)

Chapter 5 "VIOLET"

Leaving the office of Mr. Jamieson, I smiled like an idiot, as if I had got what I wanted. But in order not to attract everyone's attention I went to my desk. I gathered my wits only when I slapped myself on the cheeks several times.

Heck! How could I be so unfaithful to myself? I didn't understand why I surrendered to that man so quickly. I was an independent woman, and I didn't want to become a kind of consolation for Kyle Jamieson. But apparently now my beliefs have been shaken.

What the hell?! Why didn't I hit him and shout at him? I even didn't care that he was my boss! Or did I? Was I afraid that anyone would hear our conversation? Or maybe I was afraid of myself? I was afraid that if I told him "no", he wouldn't have given me what I wanted since yesterday evening?

Fool! Just a fool!!!

Instead of forgetting everything, I constantly replayed mentally our yesterday's sex with Kyle Jamieson. How hot he was! And thanks to my shameful thoughts today I gave him the right to fúck me on his own desk.

What happened to well-bred Violet Fire? What?! I have never got involved in 'no-strings relationships'. For me feelings were always in the first place, especially with Aidan.

But that devilish Kyle Jamieson turned everything upside down in my head. Like a naive schoolgirl, I wanted his touch and almost hung on his every word when he spoke about the work. He seemed to attract me to himself as the most powerful magnet in the world, and I couldn't kill that unhealthy magnetism. I thought that because of him I was turning into a woman without morals.

Trying to forget that afternoon office 'quickie', I came out of the building to breathe a little fresh air. I wanted to stop thinking back to my boss, but even on the street I wished he would catch me and drag to a secluded corner where he could do with me whatever he wanted.

Insane idiot! Insane Violet! Insane!!!

Thank God, I got to the local canteen and the food somehow distracted me from thinking about sex. I took a tortilla with bacon, having intentionally asked not to put an onion there. I couldn't stand the smell of onion! Maybe I was allergic to it or had idiosyncrasy. I also picked up a warm cream soup of sweet peppers and tomatoes, and a refreshing watermelon-ginger drink, one of my favorite in the Spanish kitchen.

I sat down at the table and began to quickly shovel up everything that was on the plate. Was I so hungry that day or people were right telling that sex was always a substitute for food? If it was so, then soon I wouldn't go into my pencil skirts, and my fat body wouldn't be able to squeeze even through the door of the building of our company "Reef Knot".

Well, let it be! Then Mr. Jamieson would stop harassing me and I would fall out of his favour. But what if he liked women with shapes? Then he just wouldn't leave me alone! One hundred percent! I had a fourth breast size, and if I would round out, my breasts would be even of the fifth. After all many men go crazy about such boobs.

Oh, damn it!

No, I had to come up with another plan. But what plan? I had no idea.

Having hardly finished the work, I went home. Why hardly? Because I have almost sent to Mr. Jamieson e-mail reports with some glaring mistakes. If he had noticed them while checking, as a financier, I would be a goner for sure. Now I wasn't in the mood to sort things out with him, much less to speak. I was supposed to stay indifferent.

Well, well, Vai... You're not an old woman to pretend to be frigid. You won't be able to hold out at least for a minute, if he even touches you with his finger!

He got you, Fire. Exactly!

"Damn you, Kyle Jamieson!" I muttered under my breath, hoping to get rid of this obsession haunting me since yesterday evening.