Mr. Mathers Will See You Now

Chapter 5

Marshall's POV

She was shaking and screaming. That was not your regular nightmare. She was scarred you could see it. Anyone could. I started to drive towards the building and I could see that she was already in office. My mind was very occupied with what happened with her and what she's thinking. Did she regret anything? What is she gonna say? I wasn't sure what I would say if she does tell me to be only friends or have a boss-employee relationship. I already getting worked up about it. I wouldn't, I COULDN'T even if I had to. She was too hard to resist. She was in my office her back to the door, her beautiful ass on display in that skirt. "Oh Um Mr Mathers, your diet coke is on your table and there are some emails sent from Jay-Z. Do you need anything else?" I narrowed my eyes and closed the door. "Didn't I tell you to call me Marshall?" I slowly made my way towards her. She kept her head down. We were less than a few inches apart and I pulled her close but she instantly began to protest. "Th-this is very unprofessional, sir" She squirmed. "Let me go, please" I loosened my grip but didn't let her go. "What was your nightmare about, Fionna?" She froze and looked uncomfortable. "I don't know what you're talking about" I let her go. "I'll tell you when I need something" if that's how she wants to play, then two can play at that game. I worked up till lunch when I decided to call 50 Cent. I buzzed Fionna and asked her to an French restaurant.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Aye Em, nothing much man"

"Yeah, look fif, I wanna meet up for lunch"

"Aight Em, the same place, right? see you soon"

~At the restaurant~

"Hey Fif" I greet while giving him a hug and a handshake. "Aye Em, new project you wanna talk about?" I rub the back of my head. "M-my friend, she had this nightmare. It was scary, she was sweating, putting her hands on her head and when I tried to help, she pushed me away" He nodded his head in concentration "Does she does that often?" I didn't know the answer to that yet.. "Let's say they are,  what would you say?" "I wouldn't know for sure but from what you said I would say she's badly traumatized So, what she had is post traumatic symptoms". He tried to get more about my 'friend' but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't need anyone knowing what's happening between us.

For the rest of the lunch, we caught up on his life. He has a girlfriend and he's planning on proposing soon. I was happy for him and he deserved it. I made my way back to the building when one of my clingy one night stands comes in the way. "Heyyyy baby, I haven't seen you in forever" she purred touching my arms and batting he ridiculous long fake eyelashes at me. Any other day I would tell her to come to my flat but for some reason that just felt like shit. "I'm busy, I have to go." She held her grip "I know you want it" I rolled my eyes, she sounded pathetic "Look I have better things to do than to bitch around with a hoe like you" She huffed with annoyance and narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare calling me when you need a quick fuck okay?!" She turned around and left. Thank god I don't think I could handle her anymore.

Fionna's POV

I WAS FUCKING BORED OUT OF MY MIND until he finally asked me to do something. Apparently he wanted me to reserve a table for two. Moved on already. Hah, what am I talking about? He probably just wanted some time pass. Who would want me after all my nightmares. I put my head in my hands and felt them getting wet. I didn't realize I was crying until now. "Fionna, I need you to look- are you alright?" I turned my chair so that I wasn't facing him and wiped my tears. "Yeah, I'm fine. Keep it on the table, please" I hope he didn't hear my voice cracking. Maybe that was just me. "Fionna, baby are alright?" I tried to sound so firm but it came out cracky. "Just leave me, please" He turned my chair around and dropped to his knees and held my face. "What happened" I knew that I would fall for soothing voice and tell him so instead I lied. "Do you need anything else done or do you need me to stay. I really need to get home"  He nodded his head but it was clear he didn't believe me. Fuck, I didn't believe me. "Okay but call me when you get home" I shook my head "I'll email you" His eyes were filled with concern. It's fake Fionna all he wants is you in his bed. A small part of me disagrees, the concern in his eyes was real.