Jackass Boss [COMPLETED]

Accidentally Poisoned!

The clock blinked 2:00 a.m. when I stirred awake, parched with thirst. I reached for the jug on my nightstand—empty. Groaning quietly, I threw the blanket off and padded down the hallway, barefoot. I descended the stairs, hoping to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

But what I saw in the dim lighting made me freeze in my tracks.

There, near the foyer, stood Mr. Erickson, kissing a woman hungrily. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, as she responded with equal passion. It wasn't a chaste kiss—it was an open-mouthed, full-blown make-out session. The kind you'd only expect behind closed doors, not in the hallway of a house with kids sleeping upstairs.

Mortified, I spun around to retreat—but in my haste, I missed a step and stumbled.

"Ouch!" I gasped, catching the rail just in time to keep from tumbling.

The sound was enough to break their moment. Both of them turned around.

"Damn! Who the hell are you, bitch?!" the woman snapped, her voice sharp and dripping with annoyance. Clearly, she wasn't thrilled to have their steamy moment interrupted.

My heart thudded. Something twisted inside my chest. I didn't understand why—but it stung. My head tried to reason with me. It's none of your business... it's his life. But my heart wouldn't let go of the uneasy knot tightening in my gut.

I steadied myself and met Mr. Erickson's gaze. "Mr. Erickson, can you do me a favor?" I asked, my voice low but firm. His dark eyes locked with mine, unreadable as always.

"After I leave this house, can you please not bring women over like this?" I paused, choosing my words carefully. "I'm not telling you how to live your life. But there are kids here. I don't want them exposed to... that. Please don't influence them in the wrong way."

His brow furrowed, but he said nothing. I turned to go.

Before I could pass, he suddenly grabbed me by both arms and pinned me gently—but firmly—against the railing.

"You think I'm a bad influence on them?" he asked, smirking. His breath smelled faintly of alcohol. His voice was low and dangerous. He leaned in, brushing his nose through my hair.

My eyes widened. "H-Hey, what are you doing?"

Behind him, the woman scowled. "What the hell?!" she shrieked. "What is this—some kind of joke?!"

Without even turning to face her, Mr. Erickson spoke with complete disinterest. "Get lost. I don't need you anymore."

The woman huffed and stomped off, her heels clacking dramatically as she cursed all the way to the door.

I stared at him, stunned. "M-Mr. Erickson, l-let me go, please."

He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from mine, eyes dark with amusement. "Do you want to sleep with me?" he murmured, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips.

"Excuse me?!"

"This is my fucking life, Miss Booby," he whispered, raising his finger to gently stroke my lips. I froze. "Don't ever tell me what to do. Got that?"

My heart thundered against my ribs. "Y-Yes..." I swallowed hard.

He leaned even closer. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Then, with a breathy whisper, he added, "You forgot 'sir'."

When I opened my eyes, he was already walking upstairs, leaving me stunned, breathless, and shaking like a leaf.

What is wrong with this man? He's absolutely terrifying... and damn it, he knows it.

My thirst completely forgotten, I retreated to my room, trying to calm my racing heart.