fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

"Do you want something else along with your coffee, Miss?" I shook my head and smiled at the waitress. "And you sir?" He shook his head as well and turned his attention to me.

"Nice handling the other day, Phoebe." He said and smiled politely.

"I was doing my job, Mr. Jacksons." I said not taking in the compliment. Business means business.

"Hey, there's no need to be formal, especially since I owe you my position. Please call me Michael."

"Um.. uh.. okay, Michael." I said feeling a little bit uncomfortable calling him by his first name.

The waitress came in holding our coffees. He drank his, with no sugar whereas I couldn't do without at least three cubes of it. They say that people drinking coffee without sugar have issues.

"I'm quite amazed by how you can tame Mr. Cave." Michael said and I put down the coffee I was ready to take a sip of.

"Let's just not talk about him, okay?" I asked feeling uncomfortable. I don't want to talk about him. Not ever again.

"Oh, I thought you were, um, close." He continued, looking confused. He ran his hand through his gold hair and smiled softly at me.

"False assumptions." I told him. I checked the time and we had to be in office in one hour from now. "Now let's enjoy our coffee and please no more talking about him anymore."

"Okay. One last thing though. My friend Alan was right about him. He's a little bit of a jackass." Michael continued.

"Hey Michael!" I told him. However it was in a playful tone, even though I really didn't want to talk about him.

"I'm sorry Phoebe." He chuckled and his perfect white teeth were shown.

I must admit that Michael Jacksons is very attractive. Tall with crystal blue eyes and golden hair. His face was diamond shaped with a sharp jawline and had a cute circular nose. Michael gave me his best smile and we continued talking until we had to go.

My heart beat was fast and unsteady as we were one step far from getting into the company. Was I ready to face him after what happened the other night? "Hey, Phoebe aren't you coming?" Micheal asked holding the door for me.

"Um yeah, thank you." I said and stepped in.

It was as if fate wanted us to encounter. Mitchel was talking with the receptionist and twisted his head to see me. Actually to see Michael holding the door for me. He seemed annoyed but it was probably just my imagination.

"Let's go greet boss." Michael said and I wondered if he was doing that intentionally.

"I rather not do..."

"Good morning mr. Cave!" Michael said while he approached Mitchel. I had no other choose than to go too.

"Jacksons, Martin. Good morning." He said bluntly. "Jacksons go help Weiron with tracking orders. Martin see you later." Mitchel said and left before we could utter a word. Not that I would but Michael seemed quite talkative today.

"Wow, that was abrupt." Michael pointed out and I sighed heavily, feeling both angry and sad.

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The silence was unbearable. Mitchel was locked in his office all day. The gate was stuck as if it were glued and each second passing by, made me feel worse. I guess everything made sense now. Sex buddies. That's right. I just lost track somewhere between the "You make feel special" and "i know I count on you"s .

How stupid was I to even think that he could feel the slightest bit for me. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's what you are, Phoebe a stupid girl falling for your handsome, clever and rich boss.

A sudden move of the gates opening landed me back to real world and I could see his tall and slim picture standing in there. He seemed uncomfortable or rather unsure. I quickly looked back at my computer screen and tried to occupy myself with something else but looking at him. Mitchel moved fast across the room almost running. Oh my God! I hate this situation.

After a few minutes he came back and this time I didn't act as if I didn't see him. I was looking at him with my arms folded in front if my chest. I wasn't sure of what to say and that's why I didn't say anything and just watched him run and lock himself in his office.

I sighed heavily and put my head in my pout.

If I could I wouldn't allow myself to feel like this. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't help feeling this way. It's both sad and funny how can someone make you feel like you are special and like you are a piece of shit. Stop it you damn girl, if you get into deeper you'll get more hurt than ever. How does one stop being interested into someone else?

The gate was opened again and this time Mitchel was heading towards my direction. "Martin, cancel tomorrow's meeting with Weiron and Jacksons and make a reservation at a fancy restaurant. For two." Mitchel said and my blood was boiling.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Cave." I tried to smile but failed miserably.

Who was he taking out tomorrow? Who was so important that he'd put out an appointment with the financial managers? I mean if it were me then he would have said so. Wouldn't he?

okay i just figured out that i named him michael Jacksons. ummm congrats to me 😂😂 thoughts on him? do you guys like him or he should better not? х DIMITRA