Jefferson's Secretary

John you bitch

Me: I'm going to name the chapter something great!
Me to me: name it Thomas: the horny meme even though he's only horny for like 1/4 of this chapter

ANGELICA'S POV

   We got to my apartment quickly, and I led him in. I walked into my room and changed into my work clothes, then came back out to Thomas. "Ready?" I asked him, making my way to the door. "Not yet. I just have to do one thing." He smirked and pressed me against the wall. "Thomas-" he kissed me, and I kissed him back. I pulled away, smiling. He started to kiss my neck. "Thomaaaassss, come on, we'll be late!"

"Good thing I'm the boss. No one can fire me." He said, his lips on my neck. "But then I'll be late." I pouted. "And I won't fire you." He chuckled. "But what about everyone else? What if they get suspicious? You and I walking in together, late?" He sighed reluctantly. "Fine, let's go." He moved away from me and we walked out the door. We got into his car and we drove to work. We kissed once and then got out of the car. "I'll wait here for a second so it doesn't seem like we came together." He said. I smiled and nodded. "Alright. See you soon."
  
   I walked into the bulging and made my way to my workspace. A few minutes later, Thomas came in and entered his office. I should tell John and Laf about James soon. As if right in queue, they walked up to my desk. "Hey Angie!" They both said. "Oh! Hey guys, just the people I wanted to see." I looked up at them. "So remember James?" I asked and they nodded. "Yes, I miss him." Laf said, smiling. "Well apparently he lives in town. I talked to him this morning!" Their faces lit up. "Oh my god, seriously? Where!?" John grinned.

   Oh no. "Oh... uh... I saw him... James Madison... I saw him... in the cafe on Blossom Street!" They frowned at me. "That's obviously a lie, there's no cafe on Blossom Street..." Laf said. "Ange, there's not even a Blossom Street." John crossed his arms. "Where did you really see him. It can't be that bad!"
 
   Yes it can, John, yes it can. "Uh, you'd get upset..." I looked down at my papers. "

   "Angie... just tell us, we promise we won't get too mad." John tilted my head up with his index finger. I sighed. "Fine... it was... it was at Jefferson's house..." I looked down, embarrassed. "What!?" Laf's voice sounded shocked and upset. "Angelica, why would you be at his house his morning?" I flinched when John said my full name. He only did that when he was very upset with me. "I... we... uh..." I swallowed. I FUCKED HIM, OKAY? "Angelica, you did not. I knew you were fond of him but... please tell me you didn't." You know, I feel like John can read my mind sometimes.

   I didn't answer. Laf seemed to catch on. "Oh my god, Angelica." He covered his mouth with his hand. "The only logical explanation is that he forced you. He must have forced you!" John's raised his voice, and Laf nodded. They turned around and started to walk to Thomas' office. "No- wait- John- Laf- he didn't-" they wouldn't listen to me. They slammed his door open, and I could see that it made Thomas jump. "John? Lafayette? What's wrong?" John took a fistful of Thomas' collar, and grasped it threateningly. "Why the fuck did you force Angelica to fuck you?" Laf stood behind him, his arms crossed. "What? I didn't- I-" I hurried over and tried to get John off of him. "JOHN!" I managed to tear him away, and I stood between Thomas and John. "He didn't force me, John." My eyes stared into his, pleadingly.

   "Then why did you do it, Angelica?" His fists were clenched at his sides. Laf stared at us, confused and angry. "I-" John cut me off. "You know what, I don't want to know. Laf, let's leave these two alone." They started to leave. "No, John, Laf, wait, please!" I rushed after them, but John slammed the door, just as I was about to leave. I froze, my palms against the door, defeatedly. A few tears fell down my face. I just lost my two best friends. Who happen to be the biggest gossipers in work. Who can tell everyone what they know. Oh shit.

   I heard Thomas slowly walk towards me, but then I heard something worse. "HEY EVERYBODY!" I heard John shout from the other side of the door. "Fuck..." I mumbled. I opened the door quickly and rushed out. "SO EVERYONE KNOWS A-" I cut him off before he could continue. "JOHN!" I screamed. Everyone turned to look at me. "John please..." My voice was shaking. I didn't want anyone to know. I didn't want to be shunned. "No, Angelica. Everybody! Here we see Angelica Schuyler, loved by all she meets, including everyone here! That will change now!" I looked around at everyone. I didn't actually know many of them. Only John, Laf, and Maria. Maria. Oh no. She'll never want to talk to me now.

   "Angelica Schuyler fucked-" I took a step forward. "John no-" "Thomas Jefferson, our boss!" I saw some people's eyes widen. I looked at Maria, and she stared at John. "And she did it voluntarily!" They turned to stare at me. I heard people whispering to the person they were next to. "I bet she just did it to get a raise," someone whispered. But I also heard some people trying to be optimistic: "maybe this is just one of John's pranks that Angie's in on." And then there were the people that just shrugged it off and went back to work.I looked at Maria again, and she was staring at me this time, sympathetically. She walked over to me and hugged me. "It's okay, Angie, it's okay..." I guess she's had a change in opinion of me.

   "Thanks... but how? I just lost my two best friends." She looked me in the eyes. "They'll forgive you. And they aren't your real friends if they don't support who you like." I smiled. "Thanks, Maria. Maybe we could get coffee together soon. Get to know each other." I suggested. "Sounds great."

   "Nice. I'll give you my phone number, yeah?" She nodded. I gave her my phone number on a little sheet of paper and she gave me her's. I went back to my desk, my mood feeling a bit better than before.

   That went to hell fast...

OK SO
Me at the last sentence: like my life?

Anyway John you bitch. They'll make up soon, don't worry.

Haha funny story that happened to me today:

My friend and I have these little writing competitions and this is our conversation:

Friend: what's the book you've written that you're proudest of and can I read it?
Me: *thinks of this book*
Me: *also things of the smut chapter and the swearing that she's not comfortable with*
Me: you know I'm not really that proud of anything-

Anyway that's all
Bye bye!
Love y'all

-McKenzie