His Obsession

PROLOGUE

SEX.

Sex, to me has invariably been something that is passionate and beautiful. Something that causes you to feel attached to the one you're experiencing it with. something that is special, affectionate and intimate. something that should surely take place in the bedroom. well, I think that's just my opinion because as I enter my boss's office that is filled with moans and groans I know and come to the opinion that maybe, sex isn't that desirable after all and I just might be capable to survive without it.

Believe me when I confess to you this; that I sought to leave, to go as soon as I can, but I couldn't. It was like I was embedded in the place near the exit by an imperceptible force. I could observe thoroughly what I didn't Wanna see; a muscled suited back, embellished by a wide collar, followed by bronze thick messy hair and a body to die for from what I could see where I was resting from was frantically moving inside of a woman because of the manicured red nails gripping on to his shoulders- the desk shaking beneath their dynamic drive. groans, wails, groans, and pants could plainly be picked up throughout the office. The stink of sex occupied the air, and it drew all of my strength not to heave, maybe I should leave before I undoubtedly did puke.

I finally willed myself to look away from the dreadful view and finally turned and stretched my hand forward to open the door but before I could turn the knob and run shrieking for the cliffs while puking my guts out on the way I heard him. I heard his strong voice call out my name 'ava' and I froze. I fucking froze. I waited for him to tell me to turn around and tell me in a heavy resounding voice 'you're fired' but nothing came except for the moans and groans being pursued. maybe the woman's name is AVA since it is a common name? my own thoughts were answered when the woman's loud piercing voice squeaked ' my name is Miranda'. I completely stopped breathing, the lowest thing a guy could ever do during sex is calling out someone else's name while making love to you and he did just that. which conclusively showed that 'Miranda' was just another casual fuck for him.

ASSHOLE.

But one point that I'm not certain about is why would he cry out my name? how the fuck does my boss even recognize my name- who as far as I could recognize was an old man in his late 70's- because I haven't correlated with him as far as I could think back. I do remember dropping his black coffee with no sugar or milk off at his desk every morning and even then we wouldn't talk since him-whoever he was- was constantly in the room inside the office that I think is where he relaxes. I've heard rumors going around about him being a sex god and whatnot with every single in this office, except me, lusting after him.

I'm snapped out of my daydreaming when he grunted loudly and stilled and before he could turn around and see me, I was already out of the door hurriedly and in my haste closed it loudly before running down the office halls with tears streaming down my face and ran to my cheap run down car before driving away.