BRANDYI heard it at some point, the alarm. Yet I could not recall movement. Something warm lay under me, arms gripping me tightly. I wanted to bury myself deeper but something kept nagging me. Something was wrong. There was an alarm. I fought with sleep for what seemed like eternity and when I finally came to my senses it all clicked. My eyes opened wide, seeing skin. Husband was under me, holding me firmly. My heart went ballistic. Calm down, I whispered in my head, not wanting to wake him. I was not surprised, I was a very busy and restless sleeper, having found my way to him. Was I heavy on him? My eyes went wider, trying to shift but his arms were not giving way. I could not see his face but I knew he was deep in it. Then I recalled my cause for concern. An alarm. “Fuck.” I pushed up, barely successful. My hand lay on Husband’s chest, shaking him a little. “Hi, your alarm, you need to wake up,” I said, trying to recall when the alarm rang but knew it was well over a
STORMYou try to pass an olive branch and get slapped with it on the face.I should have left her to rot in that bed. My cock had flooded my brain with stupid hormones and now my whole day’s schedule was fucked up. Pissing shit.I jumped out of the car, no time to waste. My feet stretched, rushing past the opened doors.Everyone stepped aside to make way, greeting and wasting their breaths on me.I could hear small feet pat after me, sure she was running at that point. Good, maybe lose some weight while at it.Okay, that was a low blow, even I knew it.I swiped my thumb into the executive elevator, the doors opening. I turned, realizing Brandy
BRANDYI was panicking hard!Shit! Shit! Shit!My eyes drew wide. After all the lines I had drawn, only to realize it was a permanent marker.What am I going to do? I tried to rub it off repeatedly but it wouldn’t move. Fuck My nerves hit the roof, eyes wide.‘Okay, calm down, just blame someone else’I could feel all the eyes drilling my back.Shit, Why did my husband want to ruin my life? Why had he called me up? Fucker.My heart couldn’t stop jumping in my chest. I had just been doing research on the surrounding island when my name had been called. Damn him.
“Miss Madroi?”My head peaked up to the door where a man stood, holding it open.“Yes.” I stood, my ass burning from all the hours I had spent on that chair.“Can you please follow me.”“Great.”I was going crazy in that boardroom alone. I put my gadgets in my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.Honestly I had done a lot of work in the two hours sitting there but the hunger would soon knock me down.We walked into the hall, no one else there.If I had my husband’s number I would have blasted his phone a long time ago.
Husband never came home and I passed out just after eating and taking a shower.The only thing I would hate about work was dressing up. At some point they would find out who I really was and I could imagine the horror. I didn’t want to add to it by looking terrible.I spent an hour looking for clothes. If my stomach wasn’t sticking out, my folds were. I ended pulling up another pair of leggings with a large shirt and sneakers. I put on a pair of glasses to go with the geek look.With that I made breakfast and went out, mind you I probably had to walk to work again. It had been fun the previous night, not knowing what could come at me at some point.As the door swung open I was met with a man just standing there besides Jacobs.
The work I had would give a bull an overload. I had spent two full days buying online with no care for the time nor money. A week later I had a five metre standing desk. Walking around it took some energy. On it was a custom fifty seven inch ultrawide monitor. My office iPad was before me, my keyboard down. The extra adjoined space was turned to a planning and meeting room. It had a smart table that blew even my mind. You could write and draw on it, not just one person but multiple people could draw a design together on the table! The chairs were the best since many hours would be spent in the office and the walls were covered by screens which were responsive to touch meaning we could write, draw, basically do anything we can do on the iPads. I had turned my office into a tech’s heaven. The IT guys couldn’t stop marveling, Naomi even screamed and jumped around as we set up everything. A coach sat opposite my office desk, a cute bookshelf next to it and a few plants here and th
I didn’t even want to hear the word floating through the grapevines.What had I been thinking?Why had I even called for him? Why?Every hour of the night I burned in shame.I kept playing the scene over and over again and hell, it didn’t get better which was why I locked myself in my office.It was why I never went to the house even though I had planned to.My mind was nowhere but that reception hall. It was one of my worst moments ever.I didn’t even dare sleep, just working away with the hope that since it was Friday I could go home for the day. Surely my husband wouldn&rsq
“It’s fifteen minutes to nine!”It was the only greeting I would get. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead from running and panicking.I threw my bags everywhere, throwing my shoes off and pulling clothing as I went.I shut the bathroom door.My hands were shaking as I moved as fast as I could.It felt as if I had eight hands as I took the shortest shower I ever would in my whole life.I had planned to soak and shave but who was I kidding. I sneaked in a two minutes shave of my legs and armpits.“ Come on woman!”I jumped out, if not in my di