Midnight CEO

3.

I had been pacing back and forth in my house for what felt like forever. The memory of last night continuously flowed through my head, and I still couldn't believe it had happened. Had it actually happened? I don't remember falling over and hitting my head so hard that I imagined I met some vampires. I mean, seriously, it's the only explanation I can come up with.

"You are seriously losing your mind." I froze as I heard a loud knock at my door. I looked at my watch and felt panic run through my body as I realized it was five-thirty pm on the dot. "No way?"

"Are you going to open this fucking door, or do I have to set your house on fire and drag out your burning corpse?" Yep, that's definitely Jake from last night. What is happening right now? "Open the door, human."

I took a deep breath and composed myself. If I'm going to survive this, I must play this smart. If I run away right now, they will just find me and kill me, so I must keep my head up and play the game. Come on, Ebony, you can do this.

"Jake, lovely to see you again," I smiled as I opened the door and saw a pristine-looking Jake in his black tailored suit glaring at me like I had insulted his mother.

"I aim to please. Let's go," he mumbled and turned to walk back towards the black limousine parked in my small driveway. "Move now." He barked back at me aggressively.

"Always such a pleasure to talk to," I said, closing the door behind me and walking to the car. "How long are we going to be?"

"Excuse me?" He looked insulted at my words.

"Will this meeting take a while? I might need to let someone know I won't be meeting her if this meeting takes too long."

"It takes as long as it takes. You will stay as long as boss decides he needs you. How dare you," he growled right in my face. "You're damn lucky I promised not to hurt you because you annoy the fucken shit out of me, and if I was in charge, let's just say we wouldn't be having this conversation. Now get in the damn car and stop talking to me like we are friends. You're not my fucken equal. You are human scum; the sooner you screw this up and become dead, the better." There was a vein popping out of his neck as he yelled in my face, and all I could think about was whether vampires actually had blood. I know they presumably don't have a heart, but do they have blood in their veins? They must have a stomach as they eat, so do they go to the bathroom? That's a weird thought, a vampire peeing. Wait, do they pee blood? That's unsettling.

"Are you having a stroke or something? Your face is looking more fucked up than usual." Jake snapped, breaking my chain of thought and making me jump.

"No, I'm fine. It's nice of you to be so concerned about me." I smiled, trying to act normal, not terrified like I was.

"Get in the car." he snarled as he opened the back door and climbed in. He slammed the door shut behind him just as I was about to do the same. It missed my fingers by an inch.

"What an asshole," I grumbled, reaching for the car door.

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"Miss Summers, sit, please." Mr Morgan gestured to the chairs by the glass table in his office. The room was lit with light today and looked much more inviting than last night's darkness. The room had a completely different feel with its chandelier lights and beautiful white carpet. It looked like something out of a design magazine, not something owned by a vampire.

"Thank you," I said as I sat on a sofa by the wall. "Mr Morgan, I have been thinking about this whole situation, and I have something to say,"

"I would like to apologize for my behavior last night, Miss Summers. I was not completely controlling myself, and I apologize for that. Unfortunately, you came to me at a bad time." He sat in the chair beside me in his tailored grey suit and white shirt. He looked just as perfect as he did last night. In fact, he looked even better as he wasn't glaring at me like I was his dinner.