Dirty || Luke Hemmings

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C H A R L I E

Luke Hemmings is my boss. He is my skinny manipulative boss who has shagged basically everyone working for Hemmo Global (even the guys) except for me because I am ugly and he doesn't really know I exist but that's all gonna change because I'm gonna get plastic surgery and become a fucking Victoria's Secret model wait just kidding I'm poor so yeah.

He's the annoying, controlling, and inconsiderate CEO of Hemmo Global. He is the fifth richest man in the world. And everyday, I find myself wanting to fuck the living shit out of his skinny white girl body. But he doesn't know my name. God. He doesn't even know I exist.

"Charlie!" Calum yells at my face. "I need you to buy lunch for the investor and Mr. Hemmings."

"Don't they have legs?" I whine. "They should learn to buy their own fucking food someday."

"But if they do that, you'll be jobless." Calum mocks me.

"Right..."

"So...Michael and I are gonna grab pizza later." He leans closer to me. "Join us?"

"Hell yeah, who wouldn't want free pizza?"

"See ya later, Charlie." he smiles.

Okay. What food should I buy for these rich bitches? Sushi? Yeah sushi should be good. I mean, who doesn't like sushi? I head down the elevator and walk across the street to Azuki, a cheap sushi place that serves hella fine dining. Once my order arrives, I grab the brown paper bag away from the rather cute sushi counter guy and head to The Hemmo Global building. Yes. That wasn't some capitalization error. You really should refer to it as The Hemmo Global Building because it's literally the best building ever. Like if buildings are people, The Hemmo Global Building would be like Giselle Knowles-Carter and Jennifer Lawrence combined. And in case you didn't know, Giselle Knowles-Carter is Beyoncé.

I slowly walk to Lukey's office and put the brown paper bag at his desk. Yes, I call him Lukey. But not in front of him. Because that would creep him out. I mean, come on, I've never actually talked to him. Well, this one time I said "Good morning." to him. He didn't respond though. The little arrogant shit.

I take a seat at Lukey's chair and embrace the smell of the office. It smelled of his sweat and perfume. But not the ew kind of sweat the good one ya know. I don't get what that meant but all in alll, his sweat made me wanna bathe in it. You must be thinking I'm crazy but nah. Lukey's sweat smells divine and glorious.

"Excuse me," I hear a deep voice whisper at the back of my head. "Why in the world are you sniffing my chair?" Oh shit. Please don't be Luke. Please don't be Luke. I turn around and hit Luke's face as I do so. He falls to the floor and the investor, Mr. Irwin (I think) laughs at him.

"Oops. Sorry Lukey." I say as I dash out of the office.

I just called my fucking boss "Lukey" oh my fucking shit kill me now.