"Great job, Erika, you made it." Erika chilled. She had finished her detailed plan for the whole year, which took her six hours of continuous work and analysis.
The black bags under her eyes—she didn't even look at herself in the mirror today; she forgot to put on her perfume; she just tightened her hair up in a ponytail style.
Three tablets of painkillers she had swallowed all at once, she shook her head. The medicine tasted bitter, and she sighed with a faint gaze towards the city lights through the window.
It was full of life; the suffering, pain, misfortune, and inability to advance were Erika's past version of close friends; she had to deal with them all at once just to build herself up again.
"Well, I'll see if the CEO is there; it would be nice to discuss the plan with him, and to finish the work today, I don't have much time." Erika stated that she held her laptop and some files and headed to where Mr. Grand was; she didn't check her watch.
It took her ten minutes to reach his office; as the elevator was not working, she had t used the stairs. Erika emailed him, but he did not reply.
The guard had told her that Mr. Grand was still in his office, and just by one step away from his door, her sensation froze, hearing the most incredible moaning of such lust and itch.
She swallowed her saliva, so she hesitated to pull herself into the office. As their voices got louder, as if the whole company belonged to them, she kicked the dirty thought out of her mind, only to be slapped by the image of Redima, who was riding on Mr. Grand.
Redima leaned back to gaze at Erika, with that pleasure and ecstasy smile. As if she was waiting for her presence. "Why did you take so much time to arrive?" Redima thought as she kept pleasing Mr. Grand, who had reached his limits.
Erika was in a doze; she could not believe her naked eyes; she didn't feel her feet as they dragged her down to the garage. She ignited her car, hitting the wheel and letting out a loud scream.
Which made the gatekeeper approach her to make sure if there was something wrong or not. Erika drove without answering him.
"Who was on the door, sweetie?" Mr. Grand asked. While they were trying to hold their breath, the sweat covered all their bodies. Redima smooched him with passion. He had never experienced these feelings for such a long period of time.
"Hush! It was only the wind; I forgot the door opened; we still have the whole night left," Redima said as she carried on moving on him.
For God's sake! How? Why? Ah,"Erika said, biting her teeth. The thing she hated the most about her loyalty to the work was having any relations with the manager or whoever coworkers who were under the same company's roof.
"I'm not stupid, so I don't know the nature of Mr. Grande and his methods of seduction, but to do it in the office and with Redima, that has exceeded all imagination." Erika muttered; she could not erase their pornographic image from her mind.
Erika was giving her full time and strength to raise this company, and the two of them were enjoying their hot moments. "They did not give a damn about this company, there are lots of hotels, apartments, and hired rooms for such night games; I bet this was Redima's suggestion," Erika said, just to feel his hands pulling her towards him.
To embrace her as tight as he could, smelling her fragrance, which called him to keep her for himself, he turned her to face his charming, dazzling smile.
"I thought you wouldn't come," he said with a voice full of sincere and tender feelings. The air intensified between them.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Rafael?" Erika stated that her previous attempts not to meet him failed. She fell for his sparkling eyes, and shamelessly, she stared at his charming face with a love doze.
"I'm really sorry, Erika." Mr. Rafael whispered, as if his words were too heavy on her heart; she was already in a bad mood to sympathize with him and show him her affectionate side.
"Kneel," Erika uttered as her cold eyes were still on him. His jaw was about to drop just to raise that playful smile which faded as his astonishment stoned his expression.
"Is this bitch asking me, myself, Rafael Diox to kneel?" Rafael thought, and she was still looking over her shoulders, waiting for his response.
"What did you say?" Rafael stated that she approached him farther; the flame burning in her eyes could tell him that she wasn't kidding with him.
"Kneel down, Rafael Diox," Erika said with an orderly tone. He giggled to let out a loud, crazy laugh, clapping at what she was saying.
He grabbed her by her apartment door; she hit her head hard, but she never showed any sign of pain; she was still wearing her stone face.
"Now,I made sure today that you are brainless." Mr. Rafael's sharp tone arose, and as he was going to press his hands around her neck, the door opened.
The fine blue eyes man grabbed her waist to his huge body as his lion sharp stares were challenging Mr. Rafael to utter a word. She knew him from his perfume.
"You took a lot of time talking with this thick-minded husband of yours," Ronald whispered in her ear. Just out of the blue, he made Erika step behind him and receive a punch from Mr. Rafael, who was on his top nerves.
"So weak," Ronald said, holding Mr. Rafael's fist as he kept pushing him forward. "Why this lade in her fuck apartment?" Mr. Rafael's thoughts were in chaos.
"Isn't it clear that I'm closer to her than you?" Ronald replied, The moment that they were fighting in front of her apartment, she slammed the door.
"Both of you go to hell," Erika screamed.