After we land, instead of going to the hotel, Mr Cross and I went to a club. I glance at my watch to see that it is after three am. The place is loud, hectic and crowded with people well intoxicated, looking to continue their night of fun in someone else's bed.
Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music.
I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes.
One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering.
Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head.
''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear.
The man lets out a loud laugh.
''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.
Moments later, she appears again with two bottles of Ciroc; one coconut flavour and the other French vanilla. While a bartender trails behind her with a few more drinks.
We make our way to a private section. I sit for a while feeling out of place but thought that if I am going to be with Mr Cross, then I might as well get used to this. Just as I reach for the bottle of coconut Ciroc, Mr Cross is reaching for a copper mug. Our hands brush against each other. He pulls back, then gestures for me to go ahead.
I pour myself a drink, then take a big gulp, wincing at the slight bitterness, but the aftertaste of the coconut made it better.
I glance at Mr Cross to see him paying more attention to his phone than what is going on around him. The urge to sneak a peek in his phone is tempting, just to be sure that he doesn't have a girlfriend and embarrass myself. But I fight it off, thinking that girlfriend or not, he will still be mine.
Now downing my fifth glass of Ciroc, I move on to give the Moscow Mule a try but by Mr Cross stops me.
''Careful, I do not recommend mixing your drinks, plus that Ciroc will creep up on you,'' Mr Cross tells me.
His grip on my hand is firm, sending wild thoughts through my mind about the many ways he could dominate me.
He never let go of me until I place the copper mug down. His hand then goes to rest on my thigh, sending shivers up my spine.
''More drinks,'' The female cheered, causing me to jump, coming out of thought.
''Excuse me,'' I said, getting up to use the bathroom.
I immediately sit back down after feeling my head spinning and my vision blurs. I give a smile to the man as he stares at me. I don't know if he is concerned or what, but he never takes his eyes off me, not even when I get up again or look back from where I am at the bathroom door.
I have to grab onto a random girl who is fixing her makeup in the dirty mirror to keep myself steady
''Sorry.'' I tell her, then stagger over to an open stall.
My head swims as I stoop over the toilet, and I let out a relieved sigh at how good it feels to let my bladder go.
As I make my way back over to our section, the man that was staring at me block my path, causing me to stumble and stop.
''What are you to, Leo?'' he ask.
''Excuse me,'' I tell me.
''Are you his girlfriend?''
''That shouldn't be of any concern to you, and I said 'excuse me' so you can move out of my way.''
The man frowns, and I laugh for no reason at all.
Gladly, before he can make a move, Mr Cross comes over to rescue me from the greedy stares of this man.
"It think it is time for us to leave," Mr Cross said, pulling me away roughly by the elbow.
I struggle to keep up with his quick pace, stumbling over my drunken feet as we exit the club and into the warm air of downtown Miami.
I don't know what caused it, it could have been the fast movement or even moving from the cool air to hot air. But whatever it is, I embarrassingly lose the contents of my stomach.
Throwing up all over Mr Cross' shoes and pants legs.
He hands me a handkerchief. There is no presence of malice or hate in his eyes, just something more like concern.
He helps me to the car, then buckles me into the seat. He stares into my eyes and smirks.
"I am going to get you some water. Please don't attempt to leave or drive." He tells me.
I smile up at him.
I remain smiling like an idiot, and even when he gets back, I am still smiling.
Mr Cross passes the open bottle to me, but my hand is weak, which causes the bottle to slip through my fingers.
I stare at the pool of water for a while, then turn scared eyes to my boss. I see him frowning while running a finger across his lower lip.
"I'm so sorry." I let out.
He said nothing as he grips the steering wheel and drives on.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I bleat out.
I know I shouldn't have asked that type of question, but with the alcohol on my system and me wanting this man so badly, I have to ask. I just hope I'm not being too intrusive and get fired.
"No." He answers in a clip tone.
"Why not?" I ask. Hopefully, I’m not pushing it.
"Do you have something in mind?" He asks, then glance at me with a smirk.
I gape at him, not able to get my voice to work and my words to come out.
"Well, maybe when we get back to the hotel then," he replies, then rests a hand on my thigh.
Just like in the club, his touch causes my body to run hot. I couldn't help but rub my legs together.
Mr Cross removes his hand. I whimper and he laughs at my reaction.
"When we get back to the hotel, maybe we can quench each others thirst and put our curiosity to rest." He said.
I almost moan at the promise, rubbing my legs together again. I don't care if its five am, if he is my boss and that I'm drink, I want him, bad.
We eventually make it to the lovely seven star hotel, where they offer us hot lemon scented towels. I give a drunken giggle, while wiping at my face. "A pleasant good morning." The female around the counter beams. She says nothing more, then hand us both separate keys. I look down at them, slightly disappointed that we aren't staying in the same room together. ‘But what did I expect? He is my boss, after all.’ Mr Cross takes me by the shoulder, then leads me over to the elevator bay. "Try not to wear your emotions on your face like that," He said. I blink up at him, too drunk to understand what he means by that. He said nothing as the elevator arrives, he pushes me inside, forces me up against the wall. With both of his hands on either side of my body, he stares down at me with his face unreadable. At first I thought he would have kissed me, but he just hovers before my face. Suddenly he pulls away, mutters something under his breath that sounds somewhere along the line of 'y
I never get much sleep because by quarter to five, one of the man that was on the jet with us comes to wake me up. I sit up in bed feeling groggy, as this muscular man glances at me. "The boss wants you ready to go in ten minutes," he tells me. I nod, stretch, and yawn before throwing my covers off. When I get to the bathroom, I am made full aware that my eyes are red and puffy. There is also a present of a cold sore on the right side of my upper lip. I brush it all off as nothing. Hop in the shower to wash only the necessary areas, then hurry to get dressed and apply my makeup. When I am about to knock on the door, it is pushed open with Mr Cross standing there looking hot and dressed in a maroon colour three piece suit with a grey, black and white tie and a black shirt underneath. He looks me up and down, then smirks. "Good, you are ready and actually dressed well today.'' I feel like twirling in the lime green skirt suit I am wearing at the small complement. "I have a phot
When the food finally arrives, Mr Cross does something I never expected. He clasped his hands, close his eyes and prayed.When he opens his eyes, he is staring at me."What? Never seen a person pray before.""Actually no, it's foreign to me," I tell him.And I guess it is so for a few other people around, because they are staring as well."I grew up not having much, so I am always grateful for what I have now. And in a world like this, I have to be because there are still so much hungry people out there."I nod, understanding where he is coming from, but at the same time I never expect him to be the type of person to grow up poor. He seems to be someone who has had it all their life.Mr Cross seems like the type of man whose father created generational wealth, but turns out he is the one creating it.Which is something that I would want my children to have, a secured future and to experience the finer things in life."Is this why you give back so much?""Please eat and stop asking so
As Mr Cross and I walk further down the road to the beach, side by side, people can't help but stop and stare at us.It makes me happy to see the envious looks I am getting from all these girls. I bet they wish they were in my shoes, walking alongside such a wealthy and well accomplished man, who is also a sight to behold.Suddenly, with no explanation. Mr Cross pushes me between the space of two building.I gasp, not knowing what to expect. And before I can do or say anything, his lips are on mine. Kissing me with so much hunger, I thought we would be having sex in the dark, crammed space.When Mr Cross pulls back, he glares down at me."Miss Smith, what are you doing to me?"When he moves to pull away, I pull him back and hold on to his waist."The same thing you are doing to me, you want me just as much as how I want you."Mr Cross laughs, "you poor baby. You don't know what you are getting yourself into."He brush hair from my face then lets his hand rest on my shoulder."I'm not
Just as I step out of the restroom, Mr Cross burst my bubbles, by telling me that we are leaving and going back home."But why? We just got here and I haven't tested the water yet." I try to sound whiny.Mr Cross frown at me."Don't be annoying now." He spits, then walks away.I stand there gaping, not understanding what I have done to make his mood change like that.Maybe I wasn't good enough, but he was being so rough.Well, that doesn't matter. We still have time on his private jet, and even more time when we get back home.Mr Cross is mine. He just doesn't know it yet. Hence why he is confused about how he feels about me.Just like before, I try to seduce my boss. But this time, he gives me no attention. He even sits in a different seat, close to the back of the plane.Feeling frustrated, I get up to pretend as if I am going to the bathroom.I can feel Mr Cross' eyes following me. I smile to myself, knowing that my plan seems to be working and I have him almost eating out of my pa
Monday morning, after getting dressed into my new grey long sleeved, knee-length dress. I walk out of my room to see my housemate with boxes and wrapping paper. I pay her no mind as I walk to the door. I don't care if she wants to move out. I pause, then turn towards her. "I can't believe that you are throwing away so many years of friendship." I said. Ella glance up at me. "I'm not throwing it away, but I'm tired of you, your selfish ways and you always using me." "Selfish? And I don't use you." "Angie, you do this every time. It's like I'm your punching bag. I can't take it anymore." "You must have me confused with someone else." "No, you are the same Angela Smith that I know. The same crazy, obsessed bitch that chases men who don't have any interest in her. The same bitch that goes out of her way to try to get a guy's attention, even when he clearly shows you that he doesn't want you. And then, when I try to show you the bigger picture, you have this crazy idea that I'm eit
Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there.The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.'I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing.I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach.Mr Cross is married.He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.I can't believe this. It is like my entire life has fallen apart.I try so hard to get him to notice me, only to learn this.I feel like breaking something, like screaming or even going into that office and yelling at the two of them.I feel played.Mr Cross knows I am into him and used me.No, no.Not because he is married, that doesn't mean anything. Yes, he is married, but we shared a few moments together.He wouldn't have had sex with me, or let me suck his cock if he had no interest in me.Even so, I could s
At four thirty, I am woken by my phone ringing, which gets my heart racing."Hello?" I answer, trying my best to project my frustration at whoever is calling me so early in the morning."Miss Smith, you need to be at work in the next twenty minutes."I groan."Is that a complain?"I feel like yelling at him, because there is no way this is acceptable for him to be calling me so early.When I signed my contract, it states the time I'm to be at work, along with the time I should leave. It never said I should ever be there any earlier or leave any later."It is half of a complain, it is so early.""Well, if you don't get here by the time I say you don't have any worry about waking up so soon because you won't have a job." He hangs up after saying that.I throw my phone to the foot of the bed, fling the covers off and go to the shower.I get dressed in a short, black tight skirt, and purple top that I leave a few buttons undone.When I get to Metrosport, it is ten minutes over the time Mr