Previously known as; My possessive, obsessive, Arrogant Boss.
I. DESPISE him. I. HATE. Him. I LOATHE him with a burning passion! Who the hell does he think he is leading my existence like I'm his own servant? Who is he to sever my liaisons with my c...
His lips descended onto mine so precipitously that I floundered back a little and was about to fall backward. Luckily, I caught my foot before I could fall and clenched my fists tightly at my sides. I stood there, unblinking, frozen. I couldn't process what was happening. One minute I was standing in the middle of his office, spitting angry words at him, and the next, he was kissing me.
My mind couldn't dispose of what was transpiring. My eyes were wide open as I stared at him and was a little creeped out when his forest green eyes, filled with yearning and hunger, were looking right at me.
His lips didn't stop, not even for one second as he kept his eyes fixated on me and his lips pressed tightly against mine. This was probably the most awkward moment I had ever experienced in my twenty-five years of life, and I, for one have encountered a lot of perilous junctures.
I just stood there like a freaking statue, basically giving him the remote to me- my body, my mind, my soul- letting him control me with his mouth completely. He kept going on, kissing me, as if it didn't matter whether I was responding to him or not.
Finally, he couldn't take my unresponsiveness anymore. His hand, which was resting on my cheek before, slowly started drifting down from my sides to my hips before clasping his hands in the material of my white buttoned-up blouse. He pushed me closer towards his pelvis, grating against my core, where I could clearly feel his hard-on pressing against me, causing me to tremble and gasp against his mouth giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth.
He started massaging it with mine and seeking my mouth, the smooth sound of kissing and heavy pants were the only sounds being produced. He pulled his tongue out slowly like he wanted me to feel every stroke of it and grazed the seam of my upper lip. He bit down on my lower one and I gasped.
I don't know what came over me after that but I snapped momentarily, forgetting about everything and losing myself in the kiss. Those words: 'if you can't beat em, join em', were buzzing loudly in my ears as I kissed him back ferociously, as ravenous as he was, trying to match his pace but I couldn't because he was kissing me as his life depended on it, like kissing me was the only thing holding him alive. I yielded to his kisses.
My hands that were Ideally clenched at my sides formed a mind of their own as they wandered up against his waist, his chest- feeling the hard curve of it underneath his shirt- and up to his collar where they nestled in his soft tufts at the back.
His tongue was doing miracles to my mouth and a part of me couldn't help but wonder what else he could do with that wonderful, skillful tongue of his.
His teeth nibbled on my lower lip and pulled it softly, making me release a husky moan. I have never, ever been this aroused before with just a single kiss. He blew on the spot that he nibbled and my legs nearly gave out on me and I was sure that if it weren't for his arms holding me up, I would've ended up on the floor till now, my thighs clenched together tightly and it took everything in my power not to break down and tell him to just take all of me.
It felt like a damn waterfall in my nether regions and I was sure some of the wetness was even dripping down my thighs. One of his hands resting on my hips started traveling upwards until they settled on my breast where he gave it a gentle squeeze. He groaned at the feeling of my chest in his palm which in return made me moan when he squeezed with a little more pressure the second time around.
He pulled back after biting my lip again and then mumbled in a husky, lust-filled, tone, ''I've wanted to kiss you ever since I've seen you strut around in that tight little skirt of yours on your damn floor.''
I've never felt so damn dirty in my whole living being.
I blinked. Once, twice, thrice and slapped him hard enough to the point where it felt like his head was gonna dislocate from his body and drop on the floor rolling around. ''You disgust me, you fucking sick asshole.'' I seethed, pushing him away from me.
''You're just like every single guy out there, actually even more repulsive than them,'' I paused, trying to control my uneven breathing and then continued, ''Just another sex-crazed bastard that wants to shove his pole into every damn hole that he sees.'' still panting as I spat those words, he looked at me and an unreadable emotion crossed his eyes before they turned into green granite marbles, locking his emotions in-if he had any, that is- away.
''This is why I wanted to leave this job, this company, This,'' I said, waving around, ''Is what made me uncomfortable, you make me uncomfortable.'' And then I looked straight at him so that he could understand and see what my next words meant, ''I don't want a man whore as a boss, I don't want my reputation to get tarnished.''
I turned around and left him standing in the middle of his office, holding his cheek and clenching his jaw. I rushed out of the office, tears spilling down my cheek, and was suddenly hit by a sense of deja vu. This is the exact same way I left his office the last time, the only difference is that back then I left because I found him fucking a woman against his desk and now I'm leaving because I was foolish enough to fall for his charm and let him kiss me, he kissed me as I've never been kissed before, kissed me as if his life depended on it.
Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I give in to him? Why did I have to become like one of the many women he's used? Why? I thought to myself, sobbing and making my way over to the elevator.
Because you're attracted to him. Because he makes you feel wanton. Because you've wanted him ever since you've seen him and soon enough you're going to give yourself to him completely, no matter how much he disgusts you, no matter how much he repulses you. My subconscious sympathetically said and I pictured her looking at me with a sad smile.
I made my way out of the office to the lobby but before I could leave I was stopped by Glenda with a call of my name. I stopped hurriedly, wiping my tears, and forced a smile on my face before turning around and facing her.
''What happened, sweetie?'' she asked, in a sweet, motherly tone that was making it hard for me to hold in my tears.
''Yes, yes it's completely fine.''
''You don't look so fine, dear,'' She said, squeezing my shoulder in a soothing manner.
''I'm just feeling a little under the weather,'' I said, keeping the forced smile on my face.
''You sure?'' she frowned.
''Yes, I'm sure it must be something I ate this morning.''
''Sweetie, take care of yourself okay?'' she said in a worried tone, still not convinced.
''Yeah, don't worry, I will.''
She embraced me in a way my mother would. She hugged me and told me one last time to take care of myself before letting me go.
I smiled at her warmly before exiting the office. With the thought of crying myself to an early sleep along with some Netflix and a tub of chocolate ice cream and my niece, I managed to make myself feel slightly, just slightly better about my shitty self.
