The rest of the day felt like it was dragging on. Mr. Smith kept me busy by making me type up emails and sending them to people that he knows. There are a lot of people he knows.
When I was finished, I checked the time and sighed. It was six o'clock. I didn't even have a lunch break so I couldn't ignore the rumbling coming from my stomach. My phone chirped, and instead of it being Mr. Smith telling me that I can go home, it was Stella.
Stella: Hey, the girls and I are going to Coney Island on Sunday if you will like to come.
Me: Yeah sure! I would love to. Thank you
Stella: No problem. We'll pick you up at 6:30 am
Me: All right.
I smile, happy that I have something to do this weekend. But Coney Island is a good drive. And depending on what time I get back, I don't know if I'll be able to come in for work on Monday. I'll have to let Mr. Smith know.
I got up from my desk, and knocked on Mr. Smith's door, waiting for a reply for me to enter. But nothing came. I knock on it again, but this time, I heard muffled noises. I slowly open the unlocked door, and peer inside.
There was a tall blond woman all over Mr. Smith. She's straddling his lap while her mouth is sucking away at his. My face heats up as I stand here and spectate. Just watching them alone is awkward.
Mr. Smith opens one of his eyes a fraction and once he sees me, both of his eyes shoot open in alarm. He slightly pushes the blond off of him so he can straighten himself out. He buttons his shirt back up and doesn't bother with his tie.
The blond turns to look at me, sizing me up and down. Her judgemental hazel eyes boring holes through each and every part of my body. Am I too fat for her size zero body?
"Babe, who's this?" She asks with edge to her tone. Babe? Mr. Smith has a girlfriend? Why does that take me by surprise? He's a gorgeous looking guy with his dark hair and emerald green eyes that sparkle like a gem, and his full pink lips that look so kissable. I guess the thought of him having a girlfriend makes me feel weird.
"This is my personal secretary, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, meet my girlfriend Vianna." He says, clearing his throat. Vianna, I've heard of that name before. But I just can't place where I've heard it. I'll have to look her up later when I have time.
"She better just be your personal secretary." She replies, shooting me a dirty look with her hazel eyes. I may not be able to remember who this woman is, but I know now that she's a total bitch. One who likes to mark her territory.
"You don't have to worry about anything." He informs her. Vianna gives me one more judgemental look and then smiles as she turns to look back at Mr. Smith.
"Okay, whatever you say babe." She gives him a long, passionate kiss on the lips, maybe a bit too passionate. It was so passionate that Mr. Smith wound his hands around her tiny waist and sits her on his lap. But she pulls away and gives him a kiss on his nose.
"It's rude to make out in front of company, babe, shame on you." She giggles as he feigns an ashamed expression. I just stand there in shock. I've never seen Mr. Smith like this before, and I don't think I want to.
"Yeah, you should probably go." He says. He gives her a kiss on the cheek before she gets back up off his lap. She grabs her St. Laurent bag, and walks over to the door, I got a strong whiff of her sweet perfume as she passes me.
"Call you later." She says with her heavy islander accent, exiting. As soon she closed the door, Mr. Smith glared at me.
"What the hell was that? Why didn't you knock?" He hisses, tying his tie back around his neck. Is he kidding?
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Mr. Smith
Romantikk"Do you still have the same feelings for me?" He gently asks. I avert my gaze and look down at the floor. I want to scream at him and say no. I want him to feel what I felt when he treated me the way he did. But damn it, my heart was telling m...
