_Miah's POV_
You know I've been working in Coly United Enterprise as the assistant to the man himself Lucas Coly. I've never had an actual conversation with him that lasted longer than 2, maybe 3 minutes. I don't understand. I do so much for this man. I've worked here for six months and I can get a simple Thank You? The most I get is a head nod or his hand shooeing me away. I work late every single night and get her early as hell in the mornings. Sometimes I am the lat one to leave here besides the janitor Phil. I sighed as I sat down behind my desk. Again, Im the last one here.
"Another late night?" Phil said, coming in to dump my waste basket. I sighed.
"Yep." I said logging into my computer. He chuckled.
"Don't work too hard now." He said, walking out of my room. I laughed dryly.
"I wish." I spoke. I could hear him chuckle as he walked out of my office. I took of my heels and wiggled my toes around. I've been walking around and them shoes all day. They cute and all but damn, comfort matters too. I clicked a couple dates around when I noticed Mr. Coly walk by my office.
"What is he doing here?" I mumbled to myself. I guess he noticed me too cause he stopped and backtracked. He looked into my office.
"Uhm. What are you still doing here?" He asked me.
"I uh- I always stay late. Helps me keep up with your schedule more." He raised an eyebrow and pointed to himself.
"My schedule? I'm sorry, and you are?" He asked. My mouth dropped open in complete shock and embarrassment. I've been his assistant for 6 fucking months and he doesn't even recognize me Orkney my name.
"Miah. Miah Jones, your personal assistant." I said, not hiding my anger from him. He cocked his head to the side.
"Oh. So that's how I got all that shit set up. I forgot about you. I've never seen your face...or maybe I have but haven't been paying attention. You do good things. Thanks." He spoke. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah whatever." At this point I don't care if he fires me. Disrespectful little Shit. I do everything for you and you repay me by hot even knowing who the fuck I was.
"Is there a problem Ms. Jones?" He asked. I looked at him with fire in my eyes. His not so questioning look on his face. It was more like a yo ass will get fired if you say some Shit outta pocket.
"Yes there is. I have been racing my ass every fucking where and busting my ass all damn day for six entire fucking months for you not even to remember my motha fucking name!! It's disrespectful!! And to make matters worse I see you every damn day!! We have a conversation every damn day and do you know what you do?? You wave me off!! So fuck you and fuck this job. Somebody else can have this Shit. I'm done." I said and walked past him. He watched me as I stopped right outside my door. I walked back inside low key embarrassed and bent down grabbing my shoes. I picked them up and stood straight up. I felt him directly behind me. He put his hands on my hips and he pulled my back against his front.
"Stay." He spoke. My breath was taken away from me.
"I want you to stay." He said.
"I uh- I n-no." I managed to say.
"No?" He asked. I nodded. He chuckled dryly and grabbed my shoes from my hand, letting them fall to the floor. He placed his hand in my hair and pulled slightly. He leaned down and kissed my neck.
"What are...you doing?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Giving you a bonus." He spoke. I moaned slightly as he kissed my sweet spot. He stopped and sucked on that spot, making my knees week. He lead me over there the couch I had in my office. He pushed my upper half down so that I had my hands against the couch cushion. He pulled my back against his hard on and I moaned.
"I want you to stay. Do you hear me?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
Yes sir." I moaned out. My voice shaking.
"Naw. Call me daddy when its just us." He spoke. He grabbed my hair and pulled slightly, making me stand up.
"Go home. I'll see you tomorrow. Bright and early. Understood?"
"Yea s-daddy." I said. He nodded and kissed my cheek, my forehead, and finally my lips. The kiss was long, sweet and tender. I trailed my hands up and around his neck while he held me there by my waist. We finally separated and I tried to move to get my things but he stopped me.
"One more." He said. I giggled and shook my head.
"No." He raised an eyebrow and grabbed my chin, leading my face towards his. He kissed me again. This time slower. He slowly pushed his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance but his won. He slowly pulled apart from me and looked at me.
"Now be a good girl and do what daddy say." He spoke. I walked over and leaned against my desk and slid my shoes on. He watched me as I grabbed my things, shut down my computer and tie my hair back up.
"Uh uh." He said walking towards me. He grabbed my ponytail and took it out.
"Leave it down." He leaned against me and kissed me once again.
"I can't get enough of your lips." He spoke. I giggled and he smiled.
"Okay. Go home Ma." He spoke, amazing NY butt. I walked out of my office with him. He walked to his office and I walked to my own. I took the elevator down to the parking garage. I walked into my car, got in and buckled my seatbelt. I started my car and thought for a second.
"What the duck did I just do?" I spoke. Was he serious? Or was he only doing it to make me stay? I sighed and leaned on the steering wheel. It was most likely the second one.
_Lucas POV_
I walked to my office and called my sister.
"Hello? Lucas do you know what time it is boy?" My sister spoke into the phone.
"Sierra. I got her." I said into the phone happily.
"Did you really?"
"Well not technically but I know she wants me. I kinda surprised she don't remember me. I bothered her all through senior year." I said, watching her car leave on the empty streets.
"I'm sure she will. Miah Jones. Took you long enough. She was your crush since you were a freshmen." She said. I chuckled.
"I have been wanting Shawty for a minute now."
"I know. Yo stupid ass plan to be forgetful of her actually worked though."
"I know I hated to do it but it had to be done." I said, shrugging.
"She gone beat yo ass when she find out." My sister threatened.
"She won't." I spike confidently.
"Will." She retaliated.
"Won't." I said.
"Will."
"Won't."
"Will." I sighed.
"I'm not bout to do this with you Sierra. You 27 years old. Act your age."
"Your 24. Act your age." I promise I don't like her.....
"You know what. Take yo ass to sleep. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. Love you stupid." She spoke. I smiled. ....But I gotta love her.
"Love you to lil ugly." I spoke and hung up the phone. I looked down at my highschool yearbook. A picture of Miah.
"Miah Jones."
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Bitch you thought they was bout to fuck. LMAO. I'm sorry. I like this chapter. But here will be a part two. I mean. They gonna fuck like Duh. LMAO. This chapter was kinda fun though. Next part to this I swear y'all won't like me. LMAO. I already got it planned out. Luv u guys.
