The first thing to embrace me was the pain in my head. Even before I opened my eyes, the throbbing skull splitting pain in my head spread its hands wide open for me and I went straight into it. I felt like I had just been hit by a Mac-truck. I bit down onto my lips to withhold myself from screaming out in agony and immediately tasted blood. Ouch.The pain from my lip and the pain from my head immediately intensified the pain I was already feeling. Fragments and pieces of the previous night came rushing into my head. Most of it were blur, and I’m in so much pain to even comprehend the memories.I suddenly opened my eyes and a second wave of panic set in, I wasn’t in my room. There was a huge chandelier hanging above me, I do not have chandelier in my room nor anywhere in my apartment. I slowly started taking notes of my environment and the things around me as panic shook through my body, I was lying on a king size giant bed with soft fluffy peach bedsheets, the expensive looking f
Chapter 19“Are you ready, Sidney?” Miss Diaz asked me. I was seated in the driver’s seat of one of her cars. Miss Diaz has finally revealed to me her master plan of teaching me how to drive, this morning after breakfast, in other words asking for her death. I had tried to wiggle out of it, i really really tried, but then Miss Diaz played the ‘you’re getting paid to drive me card’ and I became helpless. I had insisted that if she was going to teach me how to drive, then we should better do that with her cheapest car, cause God knows I can’t bear her death and also the consequences of a damaged million worth car, And I thought this would provide me with some comfort and probably reduced my anxiety until I found out that her cheapest car cost more than what most people made in their life time. Here, I was seated in the driver seat of the said car it’s exterior was jet black and smooth and it’s interior was made same way. “Are you ready Sydney?” Miss Diaz repeated her question se
Miss Diaz hands were rested on my visible thighs as she was driving, caressing my skin unconsciously and leaving traces of goosebumps on each part it touches, the heat building up in my walls couldn’t be contained as I hitched for breath. The air conditioner was on, but I could feel the sweat balls threatening to drop from my the mess on my face and the wetness between my legs were on deniable.Miss Diaz was so engaged in singing along to the Lana Del Rey song from the radio station, without realizing the mess she’s making of me. I trembled in fear that my wetness could drop out any moment from now. How much more crazy could this get. I had taken a whim decision earlier today, even tho miss Diaz responded positively to it, I couldn’t get over my inner self calling me a slut right now.I shut my eyes tightly trying to stop myself from gasping out audibly as her wandering hands was pushing further and I feared she could almost feel the wetness on my legs caused by the friction of p
I knew on cue this was going to happen. I covered my ears as May screamed on the other end of the line. “Bitch if you don’t shut the fuck up!”I snapped above her scream. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck! Sidney. I’m totally so sorry!” She repeated. And totally not sounding sorry at all.“Now please for Christ-sake, give me the details. I just want details.“Oh hell no, May there’s no way on earth I'm about to explain how I kissed My boss to you” I felt my neck heating up at the memory. “Why?” She asked with her brow twitched. “Why not? It’s weird” I said“Weird!?” May asked, repeating my words. “And embarrassing.” “Aren’t you weird enough by having your hungry mouth all over your Miss Diaz, oh and why wasn’t it embarrassing then, huh?” It seemed like there’s no way I’m getting out of this, I will either come up with a good excuse to end this call or go about telling May about my eccentric behavior with my boss.I can’t believe I’m here debating on what to do with my best friend
“Your breast are so distracting”Miss Diaz said. “Beautiful, but I wish to concentrate, where were we”Miss Diaz watched me in the mirror, with her hands slid on my waist as she nipped and kissed me on my shoulders. Her Fingers slid into the top of my black panties and eased them down. Baring nothing but my wet part.Miss Diaz fingers crease the glistening on my part causing my legs to quiver and a smile spread on her face.“Oh, fuck” she breathed and my face burned with redness. “And I’ve thought of this moment, this look on your face. What would I see in your eyes when I touched you, will they be begging, what would my fingers feel when they’re pushed inside you. I groaned loudly as Miss Diaz fingers brushed through my stomach and slid down slowly across m wet legs. “please” I whispered.“Now do you remember how it felt that night when i couldn’t have you? With all that dripping wetness? Do you want me too?Do you want me to push past your lace then and touch you, have you w
The bald-headed man presenting in front of us could have been speaking a complete different language for all I knew.Nothing he was saying was clear to me . I couldn’t focus on anything besides the feel of Miss Diaz hands on my thighs. It was a typical workday, and I was seated with Miss Diaz in a meeting room. We were seated in one of the long desk in the room as usual, I had my iPad out in front of me, but aside the date which was automated, the page is empty. Everyone in the room seemed to be focused on what was being said, oblivious to the sexual torture that was occurring under their noses.Miss Diaz suddenly leaned back in her seat, giving her better access to my thighs. My skirt had risen up and an ample amount of skin was in full display. She took advantage of this, leaving me struggling to regulate my breathing, with the flash memory of the things we did. She continued tracing pattern all over my thighs. A different man had come up now, he was wearing round neck shirt
The past two days which unfortunately happened to be the weekend has been a nightmare especially during the night hours. The day times were filled with dreadful thoughts and daydreams. Basically, I am no longer safe in my own apartment, this space is no longer mine cause it seems to suffocate me, each air I drawn in threatens my life and each corner of my house echoes Evelyn’s threat. I’m almost done with preparing for work, yes. I know am quite ahead of my work time and I think that’s a good thing cause I can no longer continue having such nightmares, I might end up dying in my dreams before I die in reality. I wasn’t able to sleep last night after Evelyn sent me a message, which says; “I will be watching you. Oh! and don’t let the bedbugs bite💀”Honestly, I feel like I’m being watched. Every eyes staring looks scary and the worst of it all is, I can’t concentrate on anything rather than all these eyes staring daggers at me, probably I’m being filmed also. “Hey! Watch it!”
Nothing have ever been the same, since I left Miss Diaz office this morning, or rather since I broke her heart as well as mine. Not like I’m expecting her to say anything to me or act indifferent. But this silence is killing me, her method of grieving is a torture to me.It’s been 9 hours and no she haven’t called on me or requests anything not even my assistance in anything. What’s the point of working as her “PA.”I know you’re reading this and saying that I sound very crazy. Well I can’t argue that cause I’m not even making any sense to my own self. What exactly do I expect her to do. I can’t even call my best friend. I can’t talk to anyone without getting them into some sort of trouble. “Woah, that’s a lot going on up there” the long hair guy said, I looked up from my computer to meet Harry’s face an inch away from mine, I stretched out my hands same time restricting the urge of punching his face, not that he did anything wrong but I can’t quite help the drive of punching s