Jefferson's Secretary

I dont love, right?

Trigger warning: slight rape attempt

ANGELICA'S POV

   Well fuck.
   My alarm clock is beeping like there's no tomorrow, but I feel too numb to get up or even to turn it off.
   Thomas.
   I had a dream last night. Something that should never have even have crossed my mind. I was dreaming that I fucked Thomas Jefferson.
   He's my BOSS for fuck's sake! Why the hell would I... oh... oh oh oh no... big no... this is very bad.
   I think I've fallen for him. Yep, definitely, I've fallen for him.
   I slammed my hand on my alarm clock, turning it off, and got up, miserably. I got dressed and moped downstairs. How will I be able to face him? He doesn't need to know, right?
   I made some coffee and made my way out to the sidewalk. I hate my life sometimes, you know?
Like, not only did I just have a sex fantasy about my boss who I had a date with last night, but also, just how I look. I hate New York City streets. I hate catcallers. I just hate it all. Mostly. I don't hate Thomas, though. The way he smirks so sexily, the way his body- nope not doing this.
I was nearing the subway station when I saw a familiar person smiling at me. With that poofy hair... oh god. Thomas is waiting for me. I smiled a bit and started to walk faster to meet up with him, when some creep grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall.
His eyes flicked around my body, taking me in. "Hey, sexy." He smirked at me as I struggled to get out of his grip. "Let me go, dickwad." I growled through clenched teeth.
He just chuckled and started roughly attacking my neck with his mouth. I tried to get out of his tight hold, my eyes flickering at people walking by, trying to find someone to help me.
Thomas.
Where'd he go? He's not where he was before... he must've left. What a dick. Well, maybe not a dick, it's probably because he'll never love me. Or maybe he's getting help. Stop it, Angelica, he'll never love you.
I turned my attention back to the creep when he squeezed my breast. "HEY! GET OFF OF ME! SOMEONE HEL-" I was cut off by him pressing a rough kiss on my lips.
I really need Thomas. Where the fuck did he go? I tried pushing the guy off again, but that only made him hold tighter. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I did the only thing that came to mind. I bit it.
He instantly pulled away, but kept holding me. I tried to get out, thinking it would be easier, but of course not. His smirk only grew as he started kissing down my neck, leaving small marks, so roughly that it hurt a lot. A tear slipped down my face.
Thomas had kissed me like that in my dream last night. Just it was more protecting, more lovingly, and it didn't hurt. This thought only made me think of him more. The way he held me so tightly, how his hands lingered in spots that made me feel so-
The guy was pulled off of me with such force it scared me. I kept myself pressed against the wall, too terrified to move. I watched as a familiar man was fighting the creep.
Thomas. He came.
They threw punches at eachother, and I was afraid that Thomas would get hurt. The creep only got one punch in, when Thomas took over. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the creep start to come back and fight harder. Thomas was getting hurt, I could tell.
I called out his name quietly, my voice barely working. He must have heard, because he glanced at me, then gave the creep one last hard punch, knocking him out, before looking at me fully. "Are you okay, Angel?" Angel... huh... that's new.
"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine..." I said weakly. He wrapped his arms around me gently, holding me close. "Are you feeling up to going to work, or do you need me to walk you home?" Thomas asked me, looking genuinely concerned. "No, I'm okay to go to work..." I replied. Going home sounded nice, but I wanted to be with him, even considering the dream.
   Oh god.
   The dream. The sexual fantasy. With my. fucking. boss. Who's extremely hot, may I add. ANGIE JUST STOP IT! My thoughts were going crazy.
   "Okay, Angel, I'll be with you, if that's okay." He smiled at me. What a sexy smi- I mean beautifu- I MEAN welcoming smile. That is what I mean, right? I knew the answer wasn't yes.
   "Yes, that's okay, sir." I was so used to calling him sir, I forgot about what he said last night (AKA LIKE A MONTH AGO WHEN I WROTE THE DATE PART 1 MAYBE MCKENZIE FORGOT HMMM.) about not calling him sir.
   "Angel, please, it's Thomas, or at least Mr. Jefferson. I prefer Thomas." He laughed a bit. I get my face heat up. In my dream he had a sir kink- wait. Back up, FELT MY FACE HEAT UP!?!?
   Oh.
   My.
   F u c k i n g.
   G o d.
   WHAT AM I DOING!? ANGELICA SCHUYLER NEVER BLUSHES! SHE NEVER FALLS IN LOVE! SHE- wait no, I didn't say that, I'm not in love with him, I swear. Right?
   "Yes, that's perfectly fine." I smiled at him, trying to fight my blush down, and thankfully, it worked. I don't think he noticed.
   "Great. Let's go." He grinned and started to walk with me, keeping a protective arm around my shoulders. Now and then the occasional asshole would say something about me or try to get me in his pants, but I kept walking while throwing back an insult at them.
   Thomas gave me this sort of boost. A confidence boost. Just a simple smile could make me feel 3 times stronger. I had only felt that once or twice before when I was in love with a boyfriend.
   N o. I didn't say that. I'm not in love with him. I don't fall in love anymore.
   Right?
   
HEYYYY I PROMISED I'D UPDATE SOON AND I DID IN RELEVANCE TO THE HELP CHAPTER :DDD
IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SEE, YOU CAN GO BACK AND COMMENT ON THAT CHAPTER! THANKS! I'LL BE BACK SOON, I PROMISE.
-McKenzie