Sh*t, I'm late.
Jumping out of bed I stumble on my feet and I'm out of the room and in the bathroom in under a minute.
How come my alarm didn't ring? Or anyone bother to wake me up?
I don't think I've ever taken a shower that quick, I'm out of there in under ten minutes. I quickly brush my teeth, apply dry shampoo to my hair and brush it out.
In the room, I search for my phone and when I find it I realize that the battery is finished but the iPhone still has enough battery, my alarm had just been cancelled.
I quickly get dressed and cake my face in make-up to hide my exhaustion, I send a quick text to Aaron asking for him to please come and pick me up.
For once in my life, I'm out of a house in under thirty minutes, of course I didn't make the bed or eat breakfast but I'll be making it before ten.
Relaxing slightly, I take out my phone and dial Nic's number. It rings twice,
"Morning sleeping beauty." I smile slightly.
"Not funny. I know I'm running late but please tell me you attended to the meetings I missed."
"I did, and I'll attend the rest of the meetings, so you can take the day off." He responds.
"Actually, I still have a ton of work to do. I'll be there in an hour's drive."
"No Rosie, don't come. You don't need to." He nearly yells.
"I still am Nic. Bye." I end the call, sighing.
*~*~*~*
I rushingly walk past the long hallway until I reach the open space that leads to the rest of the doors of this floor.
I turn my handbag and start digging through it for my office keys, I hear a door open but don't focus on it figuring it's just Nicholas.
"I'll get my assistant to set up another meeting for us." I stop the very moment that voice meets my ears.
"Have a good day." Someone else responds, I look up in time to see who I assume is Lucas O'Conner. My supposed half past nine meeting.
He nods at my boss then me and walks past me. Grey and I meet eyes.
I stare.
He stares back.
I don't know if it's visible to him, but my heart is trying it's best to run out of it's place right now. Ten percent because I'm scared out of my life, and the other ninety percent is known yet unknown to me.
I continue staring.
I notice a slight shift in his facial muscles, he's the first to break contact.
"Ten minutes in B6." He turns and disappears past a corner, same time Nic appears from that corner.
He sees the look on my face, "I told you not to come." He shrugs.
"He looks pissed." I whisper, pulling out my keys and unlocking my door. He follows me in and stands by the desk.
"Why would you think that?" He asks, I furrow my eyebrows.
"Aren't you his 'best friend'? The two degrees celsius stare?" I tell him, he laughs.
"What makes it different from his usual stare?" He continues, I take out my notepad and look for the notes I took to prepare for the next meeting.
"His normal 'stare' isn't a stare, it's a glare and it's way warmer than this look. The coldest look I've ever gotten from him was after..." I shut my mouth before I can end that sentence.
"...you ran away?" I glare at him, is he trying to make things worse for me?
He raises his hands up in surrender, "I told him to not come back if it helps, as far as I know, he knows nothing so you might just be in the clear." He clears out, I nod.
"I'll leave you to prepare, and don't worry about him. He's going to try to creep everything out of you, fair warning." He smiles, I smile back.
*~*~*~*
Most of the day passes by very slowly, meeting after meeting and nothing more. What makes it worse is the dangerous silence between my boss and I.
The only time he's spoken to me is during a meeting to ask me to do something or when he needs me to call someone for something.
I think we're on our last meeting right now. Which thankfully is now coming to an end.
We all stand up, "I'll have my lawyer call yours and maybe the can draft something up." The elderly lady smiles.
"We look forward to doing business with you Xander." Her son shakes my boss's hand, Grey keeps his hand.
My eyes fall onto their hands, the bigger hand tightens and I hear the son lowly hiss. Grey glares at him for a minute before nodding.
"Grey." He then corrects, the son nods. I smile awkwardly at the mom who quietly laughs.
And then the eyes fall on me, I almost want to roll my eyes. The whole night he's been looking at me, and Grey hasn't been taking that particularly well.
I won't lie and say I don't see what he does. Jared, Julio and now this arrogant and ignorant twenty year old.
I really hoped he took the signs sent to him, but no.
"And I look forward to seeing you more. Maybe even outside of work tomorrow?" He gives me a smirk, I try to hold in my laughter.
"I–"
"She'll be busy then. It was a pleasure doing business with you. May you have a good night." He suddenly grabs my wrist and drags me away from the two.
I look at his back increadously, he drags me all the way to his office and shuts the door behind me the moment we're in.
"What in the world was that for?!" I yell attempting to pull my wrist out of his grip.
"I didn't like the way he was flirting with you, nor did I like the looks he gave you all night." My eyes widen.
That's, weird. A very strange revelation, not really but a strange confession rather.
"Well I actually liked every moment of it, and I didn't appreciate you pulling me away before I could accept his generous offer." I lie and he doesn't look like he believes anything I just uttered.
He takes a dangerous step towards me, I want to step back but I realize how stupid it would be considering he's still holding onto me.
And maybe I kinda want to see what he's aiming at.
"Do you really trust I would believe that you would go for a young, good for nothing, pathetic excuse of a man who plays games?" He grits, I snicker and take a confident step towards him.
Looking up at him, I stare straight into his eyes. "Aren't you the same? Don't you play games too?" I poke the beast.
"I don't play games." He says, his voice dropping by an octave.
"Then what do you call, the closing off when something happens? Making me work in your office so you can spend every two minutes just staring at me? And the rough ink sketches?" His eyes widen slightly, I laugh lowly.
I may have forgotten to mention that just under the papers he said I could use to help me when he was gone, was a few rough sketches of me.
Imagine my shock, the very last one was a sketch of me in the pantsuit I wore on my first day. That explained the quick and consistent strokes I heard in the dark.
"Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast." He says lowly, his posture relaxes slightly and I notice that his face is calm.
He takes another step, leaving little to no space between the two of us. "Stupid quote if you ask me." He whispers.
"Romeo still got his wish and married Juliet, it was after that was achieved the tragedy started." I continue, my voice just above a whisper.
His breath fans my face, "Agreed that they may have stumbled."
"They still ended up where they wanted to be, with the ot–" his lips crash on mine before I could finish that sentence.
His lips taste better than I remember, f*ck better. How had I not noticed how addictive they could be?
They move against mine so roughly, hungrily, like a man deprived of his favourite meal for far too long.
His hand cups my neck bringing my closer to him, forcing, begging me to kiss back.
I do.
I return the same vigor, he lets go of my wrist and wraps his arm around my waist pulling me against him.
My chest squished against his stone stomach, his hardened c*ck against my stomach.
My hands travel up his biceps, feeling every curve and move of his muscles until the reach his thick neck and my fingers disappear between his silky hair.
We give each other no time to breathe, I take what I can from him and he from me. His hands go lower to my thighs and lifts me up, I'm grateful that I wore a very stretchy pencil skirt today.
It easily hikes up my thighs allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, we don't remove our lips from each other's.
He takes a few steps before I hear things crashing on the floor, I seperate myself and look behind me. His mahogany table is cleared, turning back to him I see this gleam in his eyes.
He sets me down on the table, rounds up my hair and tugs on it. My head falls back, giving him access to my throat.
He leaves heated kisses down my throat, Alon my collarbone and the crook of my neck. I can't help but crave more of his touch, his kisses.
He kisses the spot beneath my ear, making me release a staggered breath. My fingers leave his hair and start fumbling with his dress shirt buttons.
His kisses stop and he holds my one hand keeping me from continuing my journey, I quietly whimper looking up at him.
He smiles making me forget about the pain of loss of contact, "Don't ever cover up your face with this sh*t this much again, no matter how f*cking horrible you think you look." He commands, I nod and rise slightly going for a kiss.
"Words, Rosaleigh." He stops me.
I look up at him rolling my eyes, his grip on my hair tightens making wince but I weirdly get turned on at the same time by the pain.
"Yes sir." I mock, he chuckles before he gives me what I want. All the air is sucked out of me the moment we touch.
My fingers impatiently continue their journey, I push the shirt over his shoulders, he quickly shrugs it off and tosses it to the side without breaking our connection.
My hands trail over his shoulders and biceps, going over ever my curve of muscle and loving every move they make.
I put my hands on his chest and push back to catch a breather, I don't know if it's from the lack of oxygen for so long or what but I find myself getting a little dizzy.
I rest my forehead on his heated chest still catching my breath, he remains silent. I decide to look up to look up at him, he's looking at me with this hardened look that I don't know what to think is going through his head right now.
Something hard hits my brain, I close my eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath. Exhaling, I push him back this time a little more forcefully.
"This shouldn't be happening." I mumble lowly, I jump off the desk. The world spins, I quickly hold on to the edge of the desk.
What the f*ck?
"Rosaleigh." I ignore his voice and take hesitant step forward, the world spins again but I take another shaky step.
When I reach the door, or at least I think I'm close. I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, he turns me around. My eyes are slightly shut but all I see before me is a blurry figure.
I bring my free hand to my head and close my eyes, this time I feel everything spinning. I find it hard to control my breathing.
I hear indistinct mumbling and then what sounds like my name, something drips down my nose. I bring my hand down and swipe the substance away, opening my eyes I manage to see a blur of red.
Worry overflows in me, I quickly look up to the figure before me. "Sir?" I ask hesitantly and before I know it.
Everything goes dark.