Sugar Sweet Torture

Chapter 2: Sugar Sweet Beefcake #1

Meeting Beige once again after a week of torture not seeing her in person, sucks. It was just a week for any normal human being, but it felt like decades with my miserable life intact. Not to mention skyping just wouldn't do it. But now that I've convinced her to work while studying for her exams, I have a new secretary. A no ordinary secretary, she's just no other than my crazy sister from another mother. Which means my life wouldn't suck that much with a month's pile of work I need to finish up before I transfer.

So, here I am. Filling up the blanks left in the form that will officially send me away to a far distance from this crappy job. A few papers and folders were stacked up like Rupunsel's tower, and that my friend is the pile of shit I have to deal with for a month, or maybe more. It was just too damn many, superman can handle that, but too bad, I'm not him.

I slumped back on my chair, and realizing that just thinking about all this crap doesn't help me finish those papers in need of my signatures, proposals that are halfway and lastly, presentations I need to review. I abruptly sat up straight and reached over the files hearing a very loud thud and glass shattering.

The door to my office bursts open, standing at the door were Will and Beige trailing behind him with their eyes wide open with shock.

"Dace!" I heard Will call me out loud while scramming closer to me dropping the files he held just a while ago, guessing he carried it for Beige. "What happened?"

I stared at him with confusion while he cupped my hand. "You're bleeding!"

And, yes. I was definitely bleeding. On the hand that I think, accidentally bumped the pointed side of the lamp, lay an inch or two deep cut. Once I saw the deep and bloody cut, a pang of pain stung my hand making me groan and shutting my eyes, scrunching my nose. "Aw, shit."

Beige, frozen at her spot took a minute or two to process and absorb the situation. "I'll go get help," Murmuring curses she ran out of the room calling for help leaving me and Will alone.

"Hey,"

"Hey,"

"Dace?" Will spoke up. "Don't move an inch and follow as I say, you're loosing a lot of blood,"

"Uh—" I rolled my eyes, not minding the sting and my head mildly spinning. I stared at his I.D. it didn't say visitor, but assistant secretary. "It looks like you're the new assistant secretary, which means,"

"You," I pointed my finger at him, "Do as I say, and not the other way around mister." I snarled forgetting that he was just helping me. Forgive me that I'm not good at handling my past relationships. As soon as I realized how I was acting up like a stuck-up bitch, I immediately apologized earning a comforting smile from him. And, wow. I did not expect that. Maybe he changed?

"Just.. just don't move." He instructed while raising my bleeding hand over my head. He removed his poloshirt in a flash revealing his ravishing toned torso that slightly caught me off guard, but I immediately composed myself. He wrapped the poloshirt tightly over my bloody injured hand, just enough to slowly stop the bleeding and make me hiss.

"And just so you know, It hurts like a bitch." I snarled at him, earning a chuckle from him.

"It's supposed to." he said in between chuckles.

Rolling my eyes didn't help me fight a small grin itching up my face like a half of the pearl white teeth he's showing off.

"Now you don't get to call me Dace," I smirked and continued, "You call me dire—" to be cut by his hands snaking to my waist and behind my knees swiftly throwing me in his bare chest. I gasped at his actions, he was carrying me bridal style, and with that thought, it became awkward enough to look at him smirking at me, seeing him pretty close, his wonderful features more vivid and all.

"The thought ran across my mind,"

Snapping out of my daze and tearing my eyes away from him, I stared behind his head, shooting daggers to space. "Just get me to a damned hospital!" I back fired.

Soon enough, Beige came running at the door roughly breathing, "The ride's downstairs, meet you at the hospital."

Will gave a brief nod of acknowledgement then started scramming out of the room with me in hand.

After a long, slow and painfully awkward ride on the elevator, we finally stopped at the ground floor with me thankful to God that the awkwardness evaporated but soon exchanged with an excruciating pain from my injured arm, and dizziness. Who would've thought that I would get a very painful experience with a minor accident because of my clumsiness.

Just as Will rushed me out of the gigantic building, my eyes slowly shut and I drifted into a world pitch black.

"She lost a lot of blood, luckily you were smart enough to apply first aid and stop the bleeding, or she might've died drained of blood." I heard a feminine voice speak and that was followed by a deep sigh of relief. I would've joked that my blood was sucked by a vampire, but I couldn't quite move just yet, I was half conscious.

"That's good to hear. When will she wake up doctor, um," a deep masculine voice spoke up. I guess he was trying to get the doctor's name with his gestures.

"Dr. Del, it's Flory Del." the voice that I assume was the doctor replied, "She'll wake up after a few minutes, or maybe after an hour, she's exhausted so you need to let her rest."

"How are you related to the patient by the way?" She added, questioning the man.

"I'm sorry, my name's Will Forbes, her ex-fiancé and new assistant secretary." Will explained, and I'm guessing he said it with his million dollar smile.

Dear Readers,

Here's the second chapter, and yes, I didn't make a part two of Chapter 1, but I plan on making a part two of this chapter. Ex number one just came! Define.. beefcakes. On the side is the definition. If you like this chapter, press the vote button, and if you have questions, just buzz me or comment it. We're in a free country, do your thing. Credits to Max O. for the wonderful covers, plain and simple just the way I like it. Follow her on twitter and instagram @MaxieMaxMeo and @F.O.O.B. on twitter. Thank you reading, until the second part of this chapter my fellow mundane readers.

Love,

F.O.O.B.