Depth Of A Twisted Mind

You Again?

Sapphire

Next morning...

Last night was so unexpected...like wtf! I just met this man yesterday and he's already making an impact on my dreams. Ugh...the clock reads 4:30 AM, which means I have time to hit a punching bag or 2.

After brushing my teeth, I threw my hair in a sloppy bun with curls popping out everywhere. Ugh...not today Satan. I look like complete shit from the lack of sleep...my hair scarf even came off somewhere unknown. That's how you know it's real!

One known fact about me...I barely own any real clothes outside of my work attire so I live in athletic apparel. Today's outfit consisted of a sports bra and workout capris until I get ready for work. Lucky for me, the gym is in my building and always empty. As I approach the gym doors, there's a bag with my name on it. What better way to give me even more motivation than to picture Bridgewater's face as I vigorously threw punches. The prick.

I can't believe I'm stuck working with a dick for a boss and a patient just as cocky. FML. Looking at the time, it's now 6 AM as I can barely see my watch with sweat dripping from my forehead. It takes me about an hour to get ready and pop a piece of toast in my mouth. I'm dressed in a white blouse with frills, fitted burgundy pencil skirt and stacked heels...you gotta scream BOSS when working with arrogant men.

My hair is in a wash and go state but fuck it, being natural saves time. I head to the exact location from my first meeting with Bridgewater's men and like clockwork, the phone rings. Let's head into this shit show.

After going through all the backroads, we finally arrive at the facility with security looking extra heavy. I wonder what happened last night. Yesterday, things seemed to be a bit different...less tense. Bridgewater's manor was in eyesight as I saw him yelling at a handful of security. Interesting.

After parking, I headed to the office to see what was on my schedule for the day. The guards looked me up and down, majority with...cat calls and other incoherent noises. Eye roll. Fiddling through my purse, I pulled out my office keys and opened the door to see Bridgewater sitting at my desk.

"What the hell?" I jumped back ready to pull out my 9mm but realized I had to give it up before coming in here. Son of a bitch.

"Oh Sapphire, there's something about you I just can't put my finger on. I never saw you as the type of woman to shot now and ask questions later."

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me. I was always taught to defend myself. With all the guards you have around, who knows if I should be on the defense or not."

I just smirked while putting my handbag down and leaned over the desk towards Mr. Bridgewater. The lust in his eyes made me want to gag myself with a spoon. I hope he doesn't take my body language the wrong way. But...on the flip side, it looks like getting my way around here won't take much work.

"Oh Sapphire, don't play with fire or you're bound to get burned."

Ewww...I think he licked his lips. Abort, abort, abort! I fixed myself up and crossed my arms.

"Is there anything important you have to discuss with me, that couldn't wait until our morning meeting?"

At this point, I found the comfy chair in my office used for more intimate one on one sessions to sit down.

"Actually there is! So what better way to warn you about all the chaos happening on this lovely day."

Frank made his way out of the seat and ended up behind my chair. I used this as my opportunity to get up and face him. I was never a fan of someone standing directly over me. Stay on alert. Always.