Staring At The Clouds

Chapter Twenty Two- More Than It Shows

🎶Break up With your girlfriend🎶

Chyna's POV

Two months. Only eight weeks had passed and there were reasons to believe it had been two years.

Two months and I was seeing vast improvements with the physical and production aspect of the enterprise. Improvements that would usually take years to achieve, (with previous authority of course).

"I swear, I thought with the changes they would fire these fucking idiots!" and I gazed up from my computer to the man who was going to vent endlessly.

Strange, I didn't even hear him get in.

Well someone was in a rather bitter mood. A mood that I really hope I could change with the work of a miracle.

"What is it honey?" I asked and he slammed papers to my desk, my eyes now glued to those papers. I could see how much he was tempted to tear the damn papers apart.

"Don't call me that" he hissed and I smiled. What? It was my job to drive him nuts so that I will do.

I rolled my left eye as I reached for one sheet of paper. That paper being the first page of the report.

Ah...

I didn't need to go through the entire report because paragraph one had enough grammatical errors for the entire thing. This organization did not secretly hire four years olds now right?

I bit down on my lip because I knew exactly who Vincent was paired with. Actually I worked with her a couple times.

"Her?" I asked as he took a seat on my desk, Vincent growling a primitive language. Then again that could be profanity if I knew my best friend well.

"The damn bitch is so concerned about her damn looks she would be willing present this shit to the boss. What if she went at this shit alone?" he hissed and I stood, patting his back gently.

"She's a model, what did you expect?" I asked and he grunt.

"Her modeling career has nothing to do with me, this work is vital and it is due tonight" I was told.

I tapped my chin lightly. While Zedd was a big flirt he was someone I could work with.

Count your blessings they say.

"Hey, I can correct it for you, relax" I told him because he looked like a active volcano just now. The errors would only take me a hour, three times less in comparison to what it would take him.

He gave me a firm look, mentally he was shaking his head at me. His reason for doing so, quite hidden it seems.

"That's the thing I hate with you, this is not your work and I won't let you do it" he hissed, my fingers intertwined.

"It is not much..."

"No" was his flat interjection, my lips folded.

"I know it is not my task..."

"Then don't do it" he hissed and I suggested the idea because he gets rude when angry. What if our boss asks about the damn thing, he will bite her entire head off.

The thought sent me to picture multiple scenarios.

"It wasn't a question Vincent" I told him as I placed the papers under my keyboard. He gazed at me which was rather scary because there was no emotions in his eyes.

What?

"You know we have been friends for a while now and I have never seen you in a dress or skirt" he told me and I blink at him.

Seriously? That's the direction our conversation steered to?

"Oh my god Vincent!" I couldn't help but laugh and his serious compsure made a little room for a smirk. The small smirk then disappeared when he closed his eyes, Vincent mumbling something to himself.

I raised a brow but that did not last long however.

Rough hands pulled on my hair, my lips seperating as I gasped for air. My heart drummed in my chest, my best friend was going to kiss me.

My best friend was actually going to give me tongue action. He did, warmth filling my mouth as his lips covered my own, a firm hand on my hip.

A married man was kissing me and I was allowing him to, his hands wanting to roam my body but they didn't. After what seemed like forever I placed my tongue into his mouth, Vincent sucking on my tongue slightly.

Was he groaning because I was doing this all wrong or was he enjoying it?

I was shaking and I knew I was shaking not from anticipated pleasure but fear. This was a man touching me and I swore never to allow a man to touch me ever again.

What if I chose to stop but he wanted more?

"Chyna?" I gazed at him with eyes that were now wide as this room, his face showing concerned. He was no longer seated on the desk in an instant, arms around me while a chin rested on my head.

"Even after all these years, even after death I can still remember exactly how he took advantage of me" was what I breath on a shaky voice, my knees turning jello.

"Hey, I won't hurt you. I kissed you because I have been wanting to do that for so long" he confessed any breath remained logged in my throat.

"If I told you I like you would it ruin our friendship?" He asked me and I shift to stare up at him.

"No, but I really want you to..."

"I'm leaving on a six month business trip next week, I will not leave you to think I used you. If when I get you still want to I will more than happy to make love to you but for now I can't." He confessed and I swallowed.

He was leaving?

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