Chapter Six
NATHANIEL
I pace around my office, trying to buy out time as rain pours down my window. It's just seven in the morning.
I can't seem to settle down. All I want to do is rush to Caroline's flower shop and mess her up, but I can't do that because I can't appear so desperate.
I stopped pacing. What if Caroline recognised me at once? She might put a hole in my plan.
I press the intercom, and my PA singing voice sweeps in.
"Hello, sir."
"Come to my office now," I said harshly, and the line went dead.
I dropped the receiver and stood up, resuming my pacing as I ran my hand through my hair consistently, waiting for her to come in.
She came in shaking in fright. I wondered why, and then I remembered the mood I was in earlier and guessed my voice tone must have sounded harder on the phone than I thought.
"Please do sit down?" I said calmly, trying to claim her nerve, knowing I couldn't get anything good from her in this state.
With a shaking hand, she drew back the visitor's chair and sat down, her head bowed in a gesture of studying her finger.
"Are you ok?" I asked but received no response from her.
"Why are you afraid? I just needed some advice from you." I said, and she loudly released her breath.
"What can I help you with, Sir?" I walked back to my seat and sat down.
"I want to look different this morning; do you know anybody who can make me look different? Something I can wash off in the next day." I said, looking at her. She averted my eyes and then asked.
"How different do you want to look? sir,"
"Just so I am not easily recognisable, I don't want a person who knew me when I was younger to recognise me, that's all."
"Ok, sir, I will work on it, Sir." She said, standing up, then adjusted the chair back to its formal position.
"Make it snappy. I need to be somewhere by noon looking different," I said, pointing at the door, giving Mercy a signer to leave my office.
She turned and left my office; I stood up and started pacing again. I need a release. I couldn't meet Caroline like this, so I looked down at my trousers.
Why does this keep happening to me? I had a terrible boner and thoughts of seeing her do this to me.
Why can't I think of seeing Caroline without getting so hard down there? I need to help myself, but not through masturbating. I need Caro to cum.
I picked up my phone and called Mercy. She is my help in times of need like this.
She has nothing on Caro, but if I close my eyes and picture that she is Caro, I will have my release. In case you are asking, I do pay.
Don't get me wrong, this lady practically pushed herself on me. She was my former PA.
Past.
I stared blankly into nothing in particular. Caroline's smiling face blocked the vision of my thoughts.
What was left of this plan of mine if it hurt this badly to see her with another man?
I picked up my phone again and saw her standing close to a man I knew so well.
I did not want to think of him, so I blocked him out of my mind.
But I could not block out the joy I saw in her eyes.
Anger rushed through my veins, cursing me to throw my phone on the wall.
How could she be so happy when I am not?
"I will destroy them both. You just wait," I said to the empty room.
I noticed the bottle of whiskey in front of me was empty.
I stood up from my desk, walked to the mini bar I had at the corner of my office, placed the cup on the cabinet and replaced the drink with a stronger one.
The office intercom rang. I wondered why my PA was still in the office because it was late.
I remember telling her to go home some hours ago. Was that all in my head?
I picked up the phone,
"Hello, sir." Her voice sounds sultry. "I noticed you are working late. Can I bring you coffee?" she said, oozing seduction.
"No thanks, I'd rather work alone. Please go home. It's getting late." I noticed I sounded slurry.
I must have drunk more than I expected.
It's nothing that I can't control because I am aware of my environment.
My office door opened, and I remembered I didn't lock the key because I was too angry with myself for feeling pain when I shouldn't.
That's one mistake I never make when working late and alone in this big office.
I am not afraid. I am well-schooled on how to defend myself.
The door gave way to reveal my PA as she walked into the room.
I noticed she added more sway to her steps, and the first three buttons of her office shirt were loose.
Her breast cleavage was on display.
"I brought your coffee, Sir. I noticed you will need it, Sir." She said, dropping the cup of coffee on my desk and then sitting on the edge of my table.
I was surprised. I didn't know we had grown that close.
So now, she could just sit at the edge of my table with no care in the world.
"Mercy, I thought I gave you permission to go home," I said quietly, sure irritation did not show in my voice.
"Did you? I know you need me, the reason I stayed." She said, losing one more button. My eyes followed her hand, and I had to caution myself not to lose guard.
"I know what I want right now. It's not you." She stood up and walked around the table to me, then stretched her hand to my chest. Before I could stop her, her hands were on my shirt, unbuttoning it.
"I can make you feel good and forget all your worries and anger."
"You wish," I said under my breath. Mercy's hands caressed my chest and ran down my lower abdomen, where I caught it with one of my own.
With a stern voice, I said.
"What is the meaning of this mercy? Get your things, I mean the coffee you came with and leave my office." I expected her to cram away, but she slumped to her knees and cried. I was dumbfounded.