Mars' POV 
                              "I am so sorry, didn't mean to. I mean you can go now." He utters in a deep bossy voice.
                              I watch him cringing in disbelief as we awkwardly separate from the kiss.
                              I actually don't know what to feel.
The fact that i again kissed the son of Mr Jones back breathtakingly or the fact that he now thinks of me like some type of a shitty cheap lady who is just lost crushing on him like any other woman in this building.
                              My brain is so cloudy heavy.
What am i doing?
What the heck am i thinking?
Since when did i cross the limits?
I do usually crush on hot sauces and still manage it without exposing myself to them. Like Sharm and many others.
                              What are you Lance Dwight?
A woman lurer?
All for the looks, fame and name!
                              I need to get out of this room.
Still looking at the floor in discomflit i paced out of the office.
I headed to my office carefully not to show any facial reveals or suspicion.
                              I stood by the partition staring at my desk.
My heart is beating in a throb.
I held my index finger on my lips.
I still feel the sensation of his lips patting on mine.
His mint breath.
                              Fuck! It is that same feeling i had at the party.
I can't mistake that kiss that has been haunting me since i stepped into this place.
Cumber wasn't messing around with my mind.
                              "Mars, here. I have been instructed to give you these documents."
                              I wore a faded smile as i nodded accepting the pile of files she placed on my desk.
"Thank you Cass."
                              With that she turned and left me in my own world.
Drowning in a pot hole of dark matters just orbiting around me.
                              Am so fucked up.
Am so fucked up.
                              These were the only words that kept banging recurrent in my crumbled head.
Can't fucking believe that just happened.
                              In a spur of minutes i was just trembling forming all words here so i can courageously walk to his office and get done with it and now am back here just shaking from the thought of not  having calculated out all outcomes that may have come from an encounter with an extreme hot sexy man whom apparently i can't help it but just admiring on him. 
                              I feel my phone vibrate on the mouse mat. I grabbed it and froze from the message that popped on my screen immediately i had opened it.
                              Kiddo i hope you have called in at the club and booked the VIP reservation.
All is good here as per the plan.
Darve.
                              Oh shit!
I had completely forgotten about the welcoming party for Cumber. 
                              I took a quick glance at my watch.
4pm.
By two hours she will be here and i haven't even called in at the discothèque.
                              Quickly i went to the call log and dialled the number 'Onyx Club'.
After several trials it still goes through to voicemail.
I have to get out there personally before it's too late.
                              Just an hour and i will be out of here.
No change of plans, i just can't concentrate so i will just leave early.
I packed my stuffs and just made my way out of here.
                                      
                                   
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Sparky Fate
ChickLitMeet *Mars*. Cheeky, simple, plain and at times a pain in the arse type of a lady. Just a recent graduate and yet still not in a rush to have any attachments with any man whether she has a crush on him or not. She's one who believes that love is ju...
 
                                               
                                                  