fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

If I'm being correct I heard Mitchel yelling at least a thousand times. He was in complete shock of the sale's drop percentage and couldn't stop yelling. A few minutes passed and he opened the large gate, almost breaking it and looked at me with a furious look. "Call a fucking meeting. Be in there we need you." He demanded and I got the phone and started calling everyone to meeting.

The time of the meeting came, soon and we all got sitting in the thirteen chairs, actually fourteen including me, who was sitting next to Mitchel.  Mitchel stood up and both of his hands were touching the glass desk, his figure looked intimidating but behind his anger his eyes gave out his disappointment. "I won't bother you with useless introductions but I will get straight to the point." Everyone was paying their full attention to him. With a motion of his hand a slide with the photocopy of the sales was shown in a white board. "I think you know there is no reason to explain why you are here." Said he with that bit of disappointment slowly vanishing.

After a few reasoning of what happened and suspicions of how the situation got there Mitchel asked the mangers for suggestions and possible solutions. They had ideas but Mitchel seemed unsatisfied. "We need something drastic and quick." He kept saying and I was trying to think of something so I could excite and help him.

Mr. Jacksons stood up. "It is my firm belief, Mr. Cave and fellow assistants, that we shall make recipients in the stores pay interest. There's no adequate time to proceed into a campaign to help with advertising."

"No way!" Everyone was looking. All of the managers eyes were stuck in the person who got out of their chair just to almost yell at something so profound as that. "That's against the law that supports small businesses. That's above illegal!" I said. In my last exams that were crucial for me to get my license it was one of the questions. I knew that by heart.

Mitchel was awed by my reasoning. "Oh my Phoebe. You save us."

My cheeks were flashing red and that was no exaggeration. I looked at Mr. Jacksons and for a small fraction of a second I thought that he was looking at me viciously. Nevertheless, it could just be my imagination. 

"I believe that dedicating time will give us results. We must give time in planning and having the right proportions of organization." Said another manager and I could totally agree with him. All we need is to dedicate time and act thoroughly. No need to hurry things so much.

In two hours of long conversations and crucial decisions we came to a conclusion. Despite Mr. Jacksons' first fault, as the time was passing he became really useful. He was actually the one that came with a plan that included anything we needed. Fast and good results.

Mitchel at first seemed really suspicious of what he was saying but everything seemed to make sense, so Jacksons gained a little more trust. Not that he was greatly trusted before but now he didn't lose it all.

"Ms. Martin I need you for a little bit more." Mitchel said while organizing some of his folds into his suitcase. I stayed waiting for him, extremely nervous. I mean yeah, I got praised before but I interrupted quite rudely.

When everyone left, I turned my look towards him to see him smile widely. "Phoebe, you are a savior." Mitchel said and placed a kiss on my forehead. "What we would do without you?" He asked looking affectionately at me. Wait affectionately? Does Mitchel and affectionately live peacefully in a sentence together?

"More like, what would I do with you?" I said and placed his hands around my waist. My gaze was stuck in his eyes and allowed it to travel at his lips once.

"There's no need to flatter me, baby girl. You already have me on my knees." He said and leaned on to kiss me. The kiss was hungry and it gave out his lust and gratitude.

Mitchel lift me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, so that he could place me at the glass desk. Every second, made me wetter and I couldn't stand any interruptions but of course something like that would happen. His phone rung and made him stop immediately.

"Yes? Alan, what's up?" Mitchel asked looking worried. "Oh okay, wait for me we will talk about it in my office." And by that he hanged up.

He looked at me and winked. "Sorry, baby girl. We can continue later if you want."

"You know I cannot deny you." I said and bit my bottom lip. He gave me a peek on the lips and left me.

***
"What do you think of the new one?"

"What should I think about him?" I asked Mitchel while playing with his dark hair. He was almost asleep but still thinking about what happened earlier.

"Your interruption was his fault." He said.

"Yeah but he really tried to make up by coming up with ideas." I tried to pull the sheets higher so that I could cover my naked body. "Also most of the final plan was his."

Mitchel chuckled. "Not even a day in and you are already standing up for him."

I giggled a little. "Are you jealous?" I asked him without thinking that that much. My mind recalled the last time Mitchel was jealous. I didn't like it at all.

He laughed. To be honest I started getting annoyed. "You cannot do that, baby girl. I don't get jealous." He tried outstretching his hand to touch my face but I pulled back.

"Isn't it time you left?" I asked and stood up putting on clothes.

"What's up with you?" Mitchel asked completely confused at my burst. "Did I say something wrong?" He continued after me not responding.

"No." I said and lied. After everything we said, after everything we've been through can he still say that? After finding out what he's done and supporting that how can he say something like this so casually? Is he that uninterested in me? Doesn't he care at all?

"Phoebe, are you...?" Mitchel asked but hesitated. His eyes were shimmering despite the darkness and he seemed unsure.

"Say it! For once Mitchel say what you're thinking!" I demanded, being sick of this stupid game.

"Are you falling for me?" No response only silence and regret. "Oh no! Phoebe, you know you are not supposed to do that!" Still no response. "Baby girl, sex buddies don't fall in love."

Well congrats to our girl for being a strong and independent woman 😂 okay so Mitchel's a dick, sorry not sorry. stay updated and idk stay safe x DIMITRA