Mine

(4)

"Your boss is here to see you."

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"It is because I crave you desperately, that enables me to keep running back to you."

 
I whipped my head towards the bedroom door where Mr. Erving stood, patiently waiting for some sort of response.

"How did you get here?" I whispered, clinging onto Micah. Micah's eyes fixated on me and I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He grumbled when I wrapped my arms tightly around him. Something was wrong he could feel it.

"You're my employee, Ms. Atina. I know where all my workers stay at." He answered stoically, his arms crossed. This wasn't natural. This was my boss.

I should be seeing him at work, running errands for him. Not here, in my fucking bedroom with my messy hair and morning breath.

Wait, what?

No. Rayna this isn't your boss.

"Why are you here?" Was he expecting me to go back to work? That wasn't happening.

"It's nine o'clock. I asked you to be at work an hour ago." He sharply inhaled, watching me closely entangle myself with Micah. I forgot that he and I were shirtless. His naked upper body had always felt good against me. Mostly because I was cold.

"I t-told you.... I quit." I cleared my throat, trying to clean up any stuttering because stuttering was indiaction that I was nevous. Micah instantly snapped his gaze to me at the sound of my nervous stuttering. His hand stopped stroking my leg and had a tight grip on it. I let my mouth hang open and squeaked out of pain.

I looked over at him to see his jaw clenching in anger, and I rubbed the back of his neck to calm him down.

"I'm gonna go get coffee." He muttered, after he lets go of my waist protectively. He glared at him with daggers in his eyes, a look I haven't seen since I was eight and a kid stole my candy bar. And pushed me off the swing, effectively bruising my knees.

I felt so bad for his nose.

Once he left the room, Mr. Erving inched closer to the bed. I put my hand up to stop his movements. "Don't you dare come near me."

"I want to talk." Talk? I scoffed and snorted, unladkylike. "Talk about how you're married?" I barked.

He stepped back, unprepared for my temper. "Get dressed."

"I told you I don't work for you anymore, you need to leave. Now."

I jumped up from my bed to lead him out thea door and he grabbed my waist pulling me to him. "Mr. Erving." I stated his name in a warning tone. I'm trying to keep my voice down and not alert Micah because no one has time to take anyone to the hospital.

"Call me by my first name." He whispered in my ear and I almost whined at how demanding his voice sounded. I clutched his well known wandering fingers, stopping them just before they reached the middle of my bare thighs.

"You okay?" Micah yelled from the kitchen. I heard faint noises of something sizzling in the skillet. He always cooks when he is nervous or mad. Or both.

Ooh maybe he's cooking more bacon! Wait not the right time.

"Yes, I'm fine!" I flared my nostrils at him. His fingers were getting too close, but I can't help but be captivated in those eyes of his....

Okay I need to stop and get out of this man's grip and I need to do it now.

I pushed his chest away just to be pulled back to him. I gasped when I feel something on my thigh. "You did that." He growled, pushing me more into his now growing erection. He whispered harshly and sucked the skin on my neck, causing me to start to whimper but he holds his hand up and effectively stops me. "Where the hell is your shirt?" I made a fist in his shirt and rocked back and forth on my heels.

"S-stop." I tried to sound demanding but it gets lost in a fit of silent moans. "Answer my question." His tongue licked the sore soft flesh of my neck which he had just brutalized a minute ago.

Don't make a sound. Do not make a sound.

"I-it was hot." I gulped. I'm falling right back into the helpless trap I was in before. And by the time he's pushed me up against the door, it's too late to realize that I've dug myself too far to get out now.

His lips. That was the first thing I felt, that I missed. Common sense didn't seem to click in my mind that maybe Micah heard the door close and lock. That just maybe he would come in and investigate.

 But I couldn't think straight. I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, and he groaned into my mouth. One of his hands cupped my ass and the other balanced himself on the door.

"Teasing me like this, you'll regret that." He hissed, leaving bright red marks on my neck and chest. "S-sir, please." He gritted his teeth and rubbed his dick harder on me. "What'd I say? I told you to call me by my first name did I not?" He smirked coyly. My half lidded eyes looked down at him. "I-i'm sorry...."

"Good girl." I whimpered as he began to lower his head, his teeth pulling at the strings of my pajama shorts. I felt his breath in between my legs and I tugged at my bottom lip.

I panted like a little kitten. I couldn't believe what his simple touches did to me, it was astonishing. "You want me, don't you?" He chuckled as he leaned up to kiss my lips. He set my feet down back on the ground and I let out a squeak out of surprise. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him.

"Get ready for work I'll see you there in an hour." His hand came down and slapped my butt as he let go of me.

"And no, Ms. Atina, I wasn't asking."