7:42 am
"My hea...ad hurts badly, ouch!
"O yea, hangover I guess?"
"Take this coffee" extending the cup of hot coffee with some pills on the other hand, "you have a few minutes to get over this and prepare for work__oh you are late by the way" scraping her furry flip flop slipper against the tiles, walking towards the kitchen to make some breakfast.
"Becca?..did I do anything wrong last night at the clubhouse ?..talk to me"
"Oh no, but just that.."
"Ok?"
"Just that, Getting home was a very exhausting couple that you were drunk, I didn't have a nice rivalry with my crush"
"Aww, am sorry baby" as she stood up, made her way to the kitchen, and rapidly embraced her from the back, giving her a peck on the cheek, "am sorry boo boo"
"Eww, you stink, go freshen up please" Becca speaks, covering her nose with the frying pan on the right-hand side.
"Whatever!" Rebecca mumbled, making her way into the bathroom
"Scrub every damn place, Susan!" Becca reminded.
As both left for work, but Susan had gone late.
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On sneaking into the building, she was snagged by her guiltiest moment.
"Hey God!"
"Miss Su_zi, are you just arriving?" Donald whined approaching her with both hands inside his pocket, with his dark blue suit accommodating his physiques, as his vintage Rolex gleaming..
He smells like heaven
Still approaching as Susan steps backward, resisting his eyeballs comforting hers, as she was already armed with her Versace eyepiece which covered her delicate eyes, till she reaches the wall, Donald never stopped. He could feel her full-figured hips, Sniffing her hair down to her neck, placing his hand like a pointer against the wall as he makes Susan breath under his stunning mercy like a first-time romance, Susan at this moment was already catching her breath, shivering. then, did it occur to her that she saw a familiar face last night at the clubhouse..
"O.M.G!" as she ran off the stairs.
Donald gives this time credit to himself as he puts on this weird cunning smile, walking majestically toward the entrance, revealing his hot chest as he unbuttons the first hook of his shirt. Eric approaches the stairs looking ahead without respite as he walks passing Donald, who greeted
"Eric?"
"Sorry am busy " Eric responded, as he proceeds his walk.
"Always" Donald murmurs, as he walks away unduly.
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"Hello, glamour? Eric shows sentiments
"Hi..__eric" as she packs up the file scattered around the office desk, adjusting them to the edge of the area, still looking down, unwanting to disclose her hangover red cheeks...
But Eric had figured out and had brought two cups of coffee with a written note "little way to brighten up your day".
"Here!__have this"
"Thanks"
She wouldn't reject such an offer from one who had got her back all the while in the company, who she had a crush on until the day she had thought that he was into a big plus size ladies, they visit him close to every day. But she still has a thing for him, the way he carries himself, gives hugs, the way he talks to her would definitely make a woman be found on his bed, which sometimes she wishes she had been plus-sized, but that's not a wish to be granted and Donald won't love that, as she remembers the incident that happened, nipping her lower lips, she was surprised at how fast her body became sensitively aware of a man that could no doubt rip her apart with just a touch.
Just then, Eric's eyes meet with Susan.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea!.._am...good, got carried away"
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No, No am good, my head hurts" placing her hand on her forehead.
"At least Susan, lemme make it up to you today, I promise and not gonna stress you, I need someone to talk with"
The taught that she isn't fine as well made her decide.
"Alright sure"
"Yes!" he smiled so hard as one who had won some antique, "I'll come to pick you up by 6:30 pm today, what do you say?"
"That will be great"
Immediately Eric stood with his half coffee. "Alright, I need to round up some documents, see ya!"
"Ok, sure" she whispers, letting out a heavy sigh, her shoulder slumping.
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DONALD
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"Hello?_ ok?, alright sure, when I get there, I will let you know" dropping down his advance cordless intercom phone as his face shrinks, tossing the pen in his hand onto the best and leaning forward "I need to end this shit!" glancing at the door entrance "come in!" with his husky voice.
"Sir, miss Susan is done with the data documentation"
"Place it on my desk _" he ordered "_and how long have you been knocking?....you should learn how to use your intercom, it was positioned in your care for some situations like this" as he continued lashing out on his P.A.
"But sir.."
"Please close the door behind you young lady" he rudely interrupted her.
For many sakes, he doesn't like it when the women show off their inabilities, it sucks to him.
but do you think, it was all about the last call he answered?
Donald picks up his mobile phone about calling his father concerning his impromptu break on his task today but it didn't connect, his mind starts exploring his unforeseen imaginations. In a dilemma like this, all he wants to do is have s*x with his woman, and each time he thinks about it, it keeps hitting him about his bachelor awarded vitality.
"Oh gosh, hmm" he groans, wiping his thumb against his brows making a fist with his left hand Glancing his watch as he stood up, grabbed his keys, and left for the appointment.
"Miss Amy, cancel my schedule for today and tell Jeffery to go home with the SUV, he shouldn't wait for my return" as he scoots.
"Alright sir" she replied standing still, watching her dream luxurious-looking man step out of the office, her boss.