Staring At The Clouds

Chapter Twenty-Fashionably Late

Solo

Chyna's Pov

I hurried through a thick crowd as quick as possible because I was not just a few minutes late for work, I was one and a half-hour behind. It was as though I wasn't even wearing heels as I ran like a world record holder and a maniac towards the building in the distance. 

My cell rang and I answered on the first ring, Vincent's rusty voice hitting my eardrums harshly like a knife that had been around for years. For Pete's sake, I knew he was not a morning person but damn it!

"Yes, you impatient asshole!" I hissed and Vicent failed to generate a speech due to my rather aggressive language.

After a pause of three minutes he finally did, however, his voice did not depict offense and it only showed fear due to how low it was.

"Where the hell are you woman?! The damn woman won't stop asking for you and I've already lied three times for your ass princess" he told me and I sighed deeply.

Yeah, yeah.

"Oh my, what a good friend you are, how can I ever repay you?" I teased and by the silence that followed, I could just picture his rather savage facial expression. 

"Get your ass in your office before you see how savage I can be if that woman ask another question" he hissed and I rolled my eyes.

Well someone wanted to be fired.

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"I mean, girls just won't stop yelling my name" Zedd, the office's biggest flirt carried on. Honestly I don't think the first time at a strip club should be something one boasts about.

Furthermore unprotexted sex with three strange women. I curled my lips in disgust, so the one time I chose to eat in the lunch room this happens.

I crossed my arms as I glanced at my dish turning slowly in the microwave.  Zedd winked at me, his tongue out.

"Just wait until I get my hands on you Chyna, them Asian eyes would beg for me everyday" he told me abs I lift a brown aggressively.

Hands on me? He must have used those same damn hands to throw his brain away.

"Sorry, not with the way you got herpes last night" I hissed and the other occupants of the room chuckled.

Vincent and I high five each other, my tongue out as I rolled my left eye with a little booty shake. By the look on Zedd's face he was not fond of being turned down with a tease.

My smile grew, I was very much fond of it.

The microwave made a low beep which indicated my food's readiness, Vincent removing it for me. Throwing his hand over my shoulder we walked on.

I cocked a brow, weren't we having lunch in the lunch room?

"Weren't we having..."

"As if you don't see that the place is damn crowded and with Zedd in there ...yeah I've lost my appetite" he told me and I was now crippled in laughter.

"Well then, my office or yours?" I teased, Vincent glaring down at me because we were much closer to my officer.

Indeed, a stupid question. No need for him to be rude however.

He handed my dish over and I released onto my desk immediately. I could definitely feel my ten fingers throbbing.

Hot!

"Shit! Vincent you asshole!" I yelled and Vincent who was about to sit next to my desk stared at me with wild eyes.

"Yes?" He asked as if what I labeled him as was even his real name.

"Would I look better without fingers to you?" I asked asked and he rolled his eyes at me as he stood.

He went into my mini refrigerator, a soda being removed.

"I'm not thi..." And he grabbed my hands, the bottle being placed on my finger tips.

"Would you shut up?" He asked and I relaxed at the sudden coolness that filled my body.

"Oh" was all I could manage and he shook his head with a smirk.

"The thing wasn't even that hot" he carried on and really he was pushing it.

Placing the soda I would drink later on the desk I took my seat, Vincent taking a seat next to me. I shot up when I remembered what could be the difference between a peaceful lunch and a disturbing one.

I hung up my 'on punch' sign with a smile. Vincent eyed me oddly, food in his mouth.

"You do realize you are the only one that does that" he carried on, his fork raised as he spoke.

"You shouldn't speak with your mouth full" I teased, Vincent's face now strict.

"Your cooking looks delicious, let's just see what my tongue says" I continued, Vincent's killer eyes still on me.

"And why did I bring you lunch again?" He asked as I stuffed my mouth.

"Because you love me" I told him, Vincent focusing on his own meal.

"Is that so" he carried on, my eyes doing what my hands couldn't.

I stared at nothing, at work I was semi happy, at home, I was fucking miserable. My salary could do so much and no more.

"Shit! Chyna I'm sorry" and I was about to ask 'for what?' but that question never came when heat penetrated my thigh.

Again!

He was quick however, his rag removing that which was hot and moving on to remove the stain it would probably leave. I froze, a strange feeling was taking over and I honestly didn't like it.

Was he doing this on purpose?

I made a strange sound to match the feeling I had, Vincent's eyes falling in my direction instantly. He stared at me but said nothing, the action coming to a instant stop.

He placed the rag down, my eyes fixed on his hands that put his food away. I took a hold of his hand and even though I tried moving it it was stiff as ever.

"No" was all he said to me, my eyes fixed on him.

It was a plain no, no reason as to why he chose such a response. I said nothing as I released his hand, Vincent leaving the room without sparing me a glance.

The moment the door sounded a click and I was alone I placed my head down. Now I just may loose the only true friend I had.

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