Nudes | j.b. s.g |

Prologue

I tapped my pen on the desk in continuous rhythm while I stare at the stack of papers in front of me. My teeth dug onto my lower lip, silently begging for mercy, as I try contemplate where I would start.

This is too much. Mr. Bieber is being too hard on me. I don't know if he is doing this on purpose because of what I did in the club or he's just a natural asshole since birth. Too bad, I think he's hot so he can't go and rot to hell yet. If he had happened to be a balding scumbag, I could've cursed him and smile happily as I say, "rest in peace".

I felt my phone dinged under my palm catching my attention.

Mr. Microphallus

Yes, it's my boss. No more, no less. He got that title after being such a jerk to me for three weeks straight. He must have a little friend from the southern region so he's much of an asshole to me, and take note, to everyone else too. Pretty much deserving, isn't he?

I picked up the phone and put my passcode, as it opened, my eyes instantly flew wide open as I read the content of his message.

Miss Gomez, you surprise me everyday. You sent me a picture of yourself. Not just any picture though. On purpose or not, nudity asks for a punishment. See you after work hours.

Fuck.

Me.

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