I manage to draw blood.
But before I could step into the elevator he pulls me into an aggressive and surprisingly passionate kiss. Well, if aggressive and passionate can go together. He kissed me as if he was trying to punish me. The kiss so rough and demanding I think he might bruise my lip. "My name is Keith if you want to moan out my name!" He growled between kisses. What? He is so full of himself. What makes him think that I want to moan out his name. I mean is me not kissing him back enough to prove that I don't.
Oh, so I was wrong. "Kei-ieth!" I moaned out his name when he dug his fingers into my ass. In return, he growled at the sound of his name rolling off my tongue. I started to kiss him back as we fought for dominance which of course he won. I could taste the metallic blood on his lip. God, I think I'm a vampire. I'm not even disgusted by it, instead, I kiss him back with the same fervor.
"Keith! Woah man!" I broke from Keith at the familiar sound of my boss. I was so embarrassed I bet my face was splotchy red. How can I act like this at work? Now my boss is going to think that I'm some kind of slut. Beside me, Keith seemed to be annoyed that our kiss was interrupted.
"What the hell do you want Aaron?" He growled at my boss who surprisingly was supporting an amused face. I guess things are okay then?
"So Jules is the girl?" He looked astonished yet amused. "My PRA? But I got to say that was hot." He added. "I think I just cum in my pants." He busted out laughing while I blushed even further. What the hell am I missing? My boss seems to be okay that his PRA was just making out with his partner to be in the middle of a meeting.
"Shut the hell up! And stop calling her by her first name. She's your employee!" Keith was fuming. He started pacing around the hallway while flexing his muscles. What's the matter with his mood anyway?
"Are you jealous?" I watch as Mr.Smith saunter towards me and wrapped his arms around me before kissing my cheek. I blushed red. On the other hand, Keith was glaring at his prey that being Mr.Smith. With the twitch of his muscles, I know that he was itching to hit something or should I say, someone?
"You get your filthy hands off of my woman!" I watch as Keith takes a big leap towards where I was and snatched me from Mr.Smiths before punching him in the face.
"Keith stop. You are going to hurt him." I yelled while trying to get Keith off of Mr. Smiths. Instead, he shrugged me off causing me to fall on the hard floor.
Before he could take another punch, he snapped out of it. "Are you okay?" I watch his worried face as he tried to pull me up but I shrugged him away.
"Don't touch me!" I seethed. His face was hard as his nose still flared from anger. I think he has a serious issue with his temper. Mr.Smiths barely did anything but gave me a peck on my cheek 'not even on the mouth' yet he Keith pounced on him like a predator.
"You can't tell me that!" He seethed out. "You are mine and I can touch you if I want too!" He growled so loud all the men from the meeting room were no longer in the meeting room. Instead, they stood astounded by the situation which was no big deal. Seriously, men! I facepalmed myself and held the urge to roll my eyes.
In my fury, I stood up so fast and came chest to chest with Keith. "For the fucking last time, I am not yours!" I screeched and ran my hands over my face in frustration.
"Stop swearing woman." His jaw twitched. "SHE IS MINE!" He said while pointing at all of the men. Oh, Holy shit. Did he just say that out loud? I facepalmed myself. Now everyone on every floor heard that.
"Stop this nonsense, Keith." I tried to walk away but he grabbed my wrist. "And stop touching me you idiot. " I yanked my wrist from his grasp before running towards the elevator which in my favor closed as soon as I entered.
"Jules. Get out of the fucking elevator!" As the elevator descended I hear Keith's last roar through the elevator before I can't longer hear him anymore. I lean against the elevator and ran a hand through my hair. God that man infuriates me.
When the elevator opened on the first floor, I composed myself before heading to my compact car and headed back to Smiths & Corpse Inc. I hope this day does not affect my mood throughout the rest of the day. What's crazy is that Mondays are already my worst days and add up today's commotion and I know I will be all cranky for the rest of the day.