I woke up to the blaring sound of my phone and I groaned softly before hitting the dismiss button on my phone. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes, sleepily walking to the toilet with my phone in my hand.
I went about my business and it was quicker than usual because for some reason my phone was dead. I quickly got ready for work, grabbing my charger and stuffing it in my bag as I ran out to the living room. I had a half day today because I was helping Meg with her admission into the school. She was insistent that she could handle it on her own but she wasn't alone. I was here and I'd help.
"Hey, Dork. We're late" She said casually from the sofa in her jeans and tanktop, topped with a cardigan. I poked my tongue out. She had her usual cool-looking makeup, to me it looked like art how girls could do that stuff? I have zero skill or patience to be able to colour my eyes!
"Well, hurry up! If we're late, it's your fault for no other reason than I said so!"
"Whatever makes you happy, closeted rainbow," She said, happily skipping out. I pouted and huffed, walking after her.
"I'm not gay!" I don't know why she was being a stubborn meanie. I was not!
Uh-huh. Sure.
I'm not!
Don't remember?
Wh-
"Addy! Are you coming!?!" I snapped out of it and ran out. We drove to the school and my goodness, this looked like an expensive school, the building was bigger than my college. I gulped and nodded to myself before walking in with Meg. The students felt out of place in this building without uniforms, you would expect a school like this to have uniforms like those British schools!
However, Meg told me that since the school was incredibly famous not only for academics but more so for visual arts and fashion courses, the students asked the uniforms be removed for creative expression. The school board had a meeting and agreed. It was up to the students to wear the uniform or not on school grounds but for official tours or competitions, they were required to wear a uniform.
This school was good and weirdly even though many groups looked like cliche cliques and then other groups were very well blended and all the kids seem to have an air about them. They looked... I don't know how to explain it. They looked like the smart and rich folk you see on TV. I took a deep breath, trying not to be intimidated. We got to the principles office and a student representative took Meg away to show her around while I talked to the principal.
We discussed the situation and why the switch to school is being made, the principal was empathetic and impressed by Meg's record, she had straight As and a few extracurricular activities (to stay out of the house she joined a lot of clubs). He said it wouldn't be an issue and without any reason to, the man offered to lower the fee by 15% because he said Meg looked like a student they wanted to nurture. I was so happy! I hadn't even asked! He was very kind and assured me it was because Meg would have been eligible for a scholarship if she had applied at the start of the year.
On top of her grades, she was taking three languages, and playing basketball and softball. This was on top of her sketching the fashion ideas she had that she added to her file as a portfolio for the fashion programme. They accepted her into the programme and the principal even said that he'll see if they can accept her on the scholarship at the start of the new year.
Once everything was done, I felt like I was bubbling with happiness, I met up with Meg in the hall and let her know everything is in order and asked her if she wanted to stay or if I should drop her home. She smiled and said she wanted to stay so I gave her a forehead kiss to her surprise and told her I was proud of her. She was quiet and looked confused but I just smiled before leaving for work because I was getting late.
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Once I got to work, I stopped outside the office, something was nagging me in the back of my mind... I shook my head and sighed, he's not in the office for the next few days! I opened the door and exhaled the breath I didn't even know I was holding.
The seat was empty against the light that shone from behind it, letting rays of sunlight fall through the designs on the mahogany desk and onto the floor. For some reason, the room looked colder and lonelier with the chilling presence of its owner. I huffed and shook my head, murmuring to myself about how much I don't care about his presence.
I settled into the seat on the floor and started working. After a few hours of peaceful emails and sorting plans for Mr Rovere, I remembered that I hadn't heard from Meg! Oh, my phone was on the desk charging. I forgot to turn it on.
I walked over to the desk and sat in the chair waiting for the phone to turn on as I looked out the window behind my desk... or wall. Was it a wall or a window? A glass wall? Sorry, ADHD brain. Half of my view was obstructed by the building across the street but the other half was a beautiful view of the city from the top. My phone finally buzzed in my hand as it turned on, bringing my attention back to it. I had 2 missed calls and so, I opened the notification to see the calls were from Meg, followed by a text telling me she was out with her girlfriend and would be home a little later than me. I sent an okay and went back to the call app.
That's when I noticed it.
Mr JerkFace ↙
Friday - 9:30 PM - 4:00 AM
Did Mr Rovere call me yesterday? I don-
Suddenly the feeling of a million butterflies exploding in my stomach overtook me, my cheeks burned red and I couldn't breathe...
No! It was a dream. I-... I didn't. He must have called me for work by accident I picked it up while I was asleep.
Until 4 AM?
I... He could have forgotten to turn it off! I... my body was starting to become hot and the memories made my body tingle where he had told me to touch myself... where I had told him I imagined him touching me... I clenched my fists on the edge of the desk while bending down hiding as I looked at the floor in panic, horror and arousal. I couldn't have! He told me he was not gay! I know he's not gay because he's had girlfriends before...
"Caro..."
The thought of his voice sent shivers down my spine, he wouldn't call me with such a voice so it had to be a dream! For my sanity... I did not... t-touch myself on the order of my boss...
Ping!
I looked up and opened my phone to click on the notification.
1 Message (Mr Jerkface)
"Stop thinking, little one. Behave."
I took a shaky breath in... he didn't give any context but I just decided to not think about any of the thoughts that were clawing at my mind. Clawing at me to realise the truth of the matter. However, he told me to stop thinking... so I just got up and pushed the...' dream' away from my mind, getting back to work in a quick panic. The whole day was spent in a haze, my body felt feverish and needy but I did everything not to think about anything except work.
The day finally passed and I ran out of that office as fast as I could... out of all the strange things, the strangest was that I didn't receive a single other text from Mr Rovere. He usually sends so many work-related ones that even if I want to be distracted I'm forced to run around but today there was nothing except that first message...
My thoughts threatened to stray...
"Little one"
I gulped and decided I would focus on a totally different emotion than the main one clawing at my heart and body.
How dare he call me little? I was 5'8 this is a good height for a man! Just because he's 6'3 doesn't mean he can call me little! That Jerk Mcjerkson. I'm not short or little!
I pouted and grumbled all the way down the elevator, nodding at the receptionist. Ava wasn't there covering for her today. I walked to my car, now pouting at the stupid name. So, in a flurry of annoyance, I grabbed my phone and texted back to the message, now hours later.
"I'm not fucking little! I'm 5'8"
Hmph. I started the car and got home to an empty house, oh yeah, Meg would be late. I started to change once I was in my room when I heard a ping and looked at my phone. My jaw slacked and my eyes narrowed at the phone, I did not think he was the type to send something like this!
He had sent me a giant tiger patting a tiny cub.
I got flustered and wrote back something I would definitely regret.
"The only people this concerned about height are the ones smaller in other departments!" I hit sent without thinking before my eyes went wide, I quickly tried to delete it but the read receipts went on... He saw it... I tried to still delete it but my phone started to ring...
Mr Jerkface is calling...
I gulped and pressed the answer button, sliding it across the screen to answer.
"H-Hello.."
"I guess you haven't learned how to behave, Caro"
"I-... S..stop treating me l-...like that!"
"Like what, little one?" I could hear the smirk through the phone and wanted to smack him with my teddy bear because of it.
"I'm not little! I've already said that! The only thing little here is you, ha!" I said it again and instantly regretted it. The line went silent for only a second before I heard a loud growl in my ear, making a chill run down my spine. I knew I had made a mistake but the anger in his voice made my body tremble and not in a bad way. What the fuck was happening to me?
"This little thing is what you imagined inside your tight little ass yesterday to make you cum. Once I come back, I'll make sure you feel the size inside you and I won't allow your slutty little body to release until your eyes roll back and you turn into a blubbering mess from begging."
His words made my knees weak... not just because of the promise in them but because they made the feelings from the day before crash down into me. I was shaky and hot, all day was spent convincing myself that it was a dream and now he was teasing me.
"Oh...? Getting hot and bothered by so little? Tell me, Caro. What are you thinking? I can hear your shaky breath, little gasps, unlike the loud mewls from yesterday."
I squeaked and quickly cut the call. I was going to melt into a puddle if he didn't stop... my mind felt like I was going crazy...
I did some things after that I'm going to pretend was just my dream that day.
I was glad Meg came home late.
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The next day two days I focused on work, I tried my best to forget everything and it helped that Mr Rovere was back to his ordering messages... the only difference was... every night he would send me an extra text.
"Good night, little one"
He sent it even on the weekend!
It made my breath catch and made the events I was trying to forget, harder to forget. HOT POPE ON A BISCUIT! I do not was to see him on Friday! At least he won't be at the office... However, I'll be at his house. AHHHHHH I'm just going to die from overthinking before Friday even rolls around. It's Thursday but if I pretend to be sick... maybe I can get out of it!!!
I was at my desk, banging my head lightly against the desk before getting an idea! I pulled out my phone and went on the company cloud to book a holiday on Friday, citing I could not do overtime either due to being sick. I sent the request to HR for approval and I heard they generally approve most stuff fast. However, 2 minutes later I received an email on my company email telling me Mr Rovere had rejected my request.
My phone rang and I bit my lower lip picking up his call.
"You aren't getting out of it, Mr Fane. You're coming to my house tomorrow, it's an order, Cuore mio" I whined on my side without realising and he chuckled making me realise I was being a baby on the call with my boss.
"Y-Yes Sir, of c-course. Is there a-any requirement?"
"No, this is just a small get-together, a little dinner to welcome my sister to New York." I nodded before remembering it was a call and I'm a dumb fuck.
"Y-Yes sir!"