The Internship (Completed)

Chapter 3

Kelly trudged into the Parkwood building the next day, her feet practically leaving skid marks on the floor from the effort, nearly making her trip on the edge of the thick carpet.

Her eyelids would droop every few minutes and she had to physically stop her head from lolling forward as she struggled not to fall asleep on her feet.

Kelly could feel eyes follow after her as she headed towards the elevator but right now she couldn't care less.

She barely got any sleep last night; two hours, tops and Kelly was one of those people who desperately needed at least eight hours of sleep.

But every time Kelly would close her eyes, all she could dream of was the very devil she was working for;

Sometimes she'd continue the dream in the bath tub.

Other times they were in the office. Come to think of it, Kelly would never look at that particular desk the same way again.

In fact, she had so many different dreams, that Kelly officially couldn't keep track of them anymore - one reason, she was exhausted, another reason, there were far too many for Kelly to believe it was even possible to dream that much under one night - so she stopped counting, but that didn't stop the her mind from getting over imaginative every time she closed her eyes.

All different times, places and even occasions, and the only thing that remained constant was the heiress herself.

And did she forget to mention that every single time she would wake up, she would find her underwear soaked? And considering the amount of times she awoke, how is that even possible?

With a groan, Kelly gave up on sleeping. She knew she wasn't going to get any decent sleep anytime soon, not without dealing with those dreams.

So she busied herself by playing COD: Advanced Warfare in her PS4. At around 4 am, she realized that not even killing people for fun could keep her from falling asleep.

She was looking for something else to do when there was a flash in the screen, indicating she was shot, and vibrations were emitted from the controller to her hands, simulating the impact of the bullet. She suddenly remembered the wetness between her thighs caused by the dreams.

The vibrations gave her an idea and well, you can say Kelly effectively kept herself from falling asleep until she had to get ready for work.

It was going well, really well, at least until the waves of exhaustion hit her hard on her way to work. But it was a price to pay.

Sure, she was a sleep deprived, zombie of an intern, but Kelly had no regrets avoiding sleep last night. She couldn't go through those dreams again without doing anything she'll regret doing to the CEO today. Kelly chastised herself for even thinking about it as she pressed the up button on the elevator.

Kelly decided she can't get the heiress out of her head because she didn't like being toyed with and not taken seriously as a fellow businesswoman. No one likes to be taken lightly, especially if you are trying to earn a reputation. The fact that Knowles is making her a plaything insulted Kelly.

The dreams had nothing to do with the heiress being the insanely gorgeous, bedroom eyed seductress. There was no way Kelly was attracted to her, at least, that's what she told herself. But deep down, past the denial, Kelly knew the dreams themselves were proof that she was lying to herself.

The elevator doors opened a few seconds later so Kelly dragged herself inside before collapsing against the wall.

"Well you look like shit." a voice cut through her her sleepy haze just as the doors slid closed.