TORN

Chapter 14

Hannah

When I arrived at work I noticed Johnny's Range Rover was in the car park. My stomach churned, I had to just get this over with. I hoped it wouldn't be a battle; I knew he liked getting his own way.

I made my way through the reception area and glanced through the window in the door. There he was. My heart stopped. He was engrossed in paperwork with a frown on his face. He hadn't noticed my car yet. I took a deep breath. I felt like utter shit. I was still reeling from my dream and the whole situation with Liam was sitting heavy on my heart.

My hair was in a high pony and I only had mascara and lip balm on. I was dressed in a black pencil skirt and black cami vest with tights and flat black shoes. I wasn't in any mood to make an effort with my appearance. I couldn't be bothered, I was worn out.

I walked in and made quick eye contact with him and then forced myself to look at my computer as I approached it. I sat down and logged on with a blank stare on my face, I still hadn't said hello.

Johnny's long legs strode over and he pulled a chair out and sat on it in front of me. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want him to see any emotion on my face or for him to invade my feelings. I barely knew him.

He rudely clicked his fingers in front of my face and my head snapped to him. He was smirking jokily and I glared at him through narrow eyes. His expression changed once I met his eyes. Guilt crushed me when I looked at his face. He frowned back at me, concern evident all over his face. It must have been obvious that I had been crying none stop.

'What's wrong?' He asked slowly. He studied my face and tried to work it out. I continued my expressionless glare.

I felt numb even though I could smell his aftershave, his body sitting perfectly in his black suit pants and white shirt. I looked towards his lips and images replayed in my mind of our vigorous sex, his hands, his tongue, his cock. I should have felt extreme pleasure from the memories but I didn't feel anything other than disgust, not with him but myself. I was fucking another man while Liam was writing emotional letters and leaving. What type of person was I?

'Fuck all. Can you get out of my space please?' I said deadpan. He nearly flinched but composed himself quickly before he gave himself away. He stared at me intensely and clicked his neck from left to right slowly. It irritated me. I wanted him away from me.

The cut on my head started to pulsate for the first time in two days. I wanted him to be angry with me so that this would be easier but instead, he breathed out patiently.

'You've just told me a lie.' He said cooly, his eyes never leaving mine. 'If I ask you a question, I expect a fucking honest answer'. He was starting to really piss me off. 'So I'll ask you again. What's wrong?' His voice was softer then.

Despite his forward ness, his concern calmed me down a bit. I was being nasty and distant but that is how it needed to be. I knew he was making sure I was alright but I didn't need it. Especially not from him, the more I looked at him, the guilter I felt. I wanted to pretend that it never happened no matter how badly I enjoyed it.

'The other night, it was a one off'. The air was thick as I carried on. 'It won't be happening again. There was obviously something sexual between us and now we've seen to it we can put it behind us and just carry on with you being my employer'. I said straight faced.

He watched me as if he'd never seen me before. His mouth upturned and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face conveyed nothing. He let out a cruel laugh.

'A one off.' This wasn't a question. I let him carry on. 'Do you think I'm going to let that type of sex be a one off?' He laughed cockily. My eyes narrowed into slits and I gritted my teeth, he was really getting on my nerves.