10 - Fuck yourself now!

Meanwhile, Omarion was busy fuming in his office. He still couldn't let go of the thought of how Isis had spoken to him in a razz manner, and even insulted him. The fact that he didn't even get what he wanted from her, despite saying all he said to piss her off and accept his offer, made him even more angry. By now, he wasn't even sure what he was angry about; himself or Isis.

"She must never step a foot into this company again!" He growled as he banged his hand on his office table one more time. He made up his mind at that moment that he would also do everything in his power to make her come crawling back to him. He made a mental note to himself to inform all the companies far and near him in Europe, not to accept her, no matter how good she was at the job.

"I'll be here when she comes back begging," he added and got up from his seat, walking towards the door. As soon as he got out of his office to his secretary's office, he looked at her seat and saw that she wasn't on seat. "Where did this motherfucker go during work hours?"

Not thinking twice, he hissed and brought out his phone from his trouser pocket, then called a number. Almost immediately, the person from the other side of the phone picked up the call.

"Sir, I—"

"Where the fuck are you and why aren't you on seat?!" He raised his voice at her on the phone, not minding how loud he sounded.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I went downstairs to the reception to get a—"

"Get here now!" He ordered and hung up the call abruptly. Putting his phone back into his pocket, he folded his arms and awaited her arrival.

Not up to a minute later, she entered the office, panting. It seemed she ran from the elevator down to the office because of how she heard her boss speak on the phone. No one needed to tell her that something was wrong, so she left what she was doing downstairs immediately to come and attend to him.

"Sir, I'm so sorry. I'm here, sir." Rachel said to him immediately she got to his front.

With anger obviously written all over his face, Omarion stared at her irritatedly before responding to her. "Where he fuck did you go during work hours? What if any bastard barged into my office?! What if a nuisance walked into my office to disrupt my day, uh?!" He yelled at her, his eyes glaring with anger.

Rachel was confused, but she tried her best to hide it. She knew her boss well, and she knew he never gets this mad at her, not even when she did something very bad and could jeopardize the name of the company abroad. But here he was now, yelling at her badly for merely leaving her seat to go downstairs. And it wasn't even her first time, she does it virtually everyday, but he has never ever complained about that.

"But sir, I went to the reception to deliver the note you asked me to give the receptionist yesterday, to send to—"

Omarion wasn't in the mood to listen to any excuses, so her reply fuelled another form of anger in him. "You just gave her the note I gave you since yesterday? I gave you an offical work yesterday and you're just doing it?!" He snapped at her.

"But sir, it was so late yesterday and you told me to…" Her voice trailed off as she thought of what could go wrong if she voiced out her thoughts again. Knowing she couldn't win him at this game, she bowed her head to apologize immediately. "I'm very sorry, sir. It won't repeat itself."

"Good," he managed to say and calmed down a bit before adding. "You know Isis Talon, yeah?"

Rachel tried to rack her brain to see if she knew the person, but she didn't remember anything about the name. "Err… is she one of your clients? I can search her up and submit her information to you, if you want."

"I didn't ask you to," he snapped at her. "I asked if you know who Isis Talon is. Do you or do you not?" He stared at her with a very stern face, expecting her reply.

"No," she simply replied, almost already tired of the way he kept on shouting at her.

"The lady that came here this morning, you recognize her if you see her next time, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he asked.

A frown appeared on her face. She knew her boss well, and she knew that he never knows anyone's name to heart. She, that had been working with him for quite some time now, she could swear that he doesn't know her last name till now. So, how come he knew the lady's name when she only came to see him twice?

"That's none of your business," he replied to her, making her gasp as she covered her mouth quickly and looked away. She didn't know she had said her thoughts out loud.

"I'm sorry, sir. I know her."

"Good. The next time she comes here, don't let her in. If she begs and wants to force her way in like she did today, call the security to come take her away." He paused to look at her. "Do you get that?!"

"Yes sir." Rachel said with a small smile tugged on her lips. She didn't know what occurred between them, but she was glad that the lady whom she destested was told not to step into the company again, especially on her watch.

Omarion moved closer to her and suddenly held her by neck and drew her closer to him. A short moan escaped from Rachel's mouth, as she almost began to fantasize doing dirty stuff with her boss right at that moment.

"The next time she steps her foot into my office, you are going to be serious trouble. Better still, it could cost you your job. Do you get that?!"

"Hmm," she managed to moan as a response, since Omarion was already choking her and she couldn't speak well.

"Use your motherfucking words!" He snapped at her as he released her neck.

"Yes, sir." She said and coughed as she touched her neck to massage it.

"Good," he replied, turned around and walked into his office, slamming the door behind her.

"What the fuck was that?" Rachel asked herself as soon as he left. "What did that bitch do to him to get him this mad? Because of her, he even choked me. What the fuck?" She asked herself again, pissed by the fact that Isis had that much effect on him and made him to transfer the aggression to her.

She was about to go have her seat when her a thought came into her mind on how to put him in a better mood. "Why didn't I think of this before?" She smiled mischievously as she thought about it.

Immediately, she raised her gown up and removed her silk g-string panties slowly. That done, she lowered the gown and headed to his office with the pant in her hand. Without knocking the door, she walked in majestically and shut the door behind her slowly and quietly.

She looked around the office and saw Omarion on his office bed. He was laying on it with his eyes closed, as he tried to calm himself down from all the anger he was feeling. His shirt was unbottened, and he had removed his tie and thrown it on the floor. He had no singlet on, so his bare chest was showing.

Rachel licked her lips as she moved closer to him, her eys fixated on his hairy abs. Getting to him, she dropped the pant on his face seductively, then began to trace his chest down to his trousers with her three of her fingers.

Omarion's eyes shot open immediately as he felt something on his skin and the panties on his face. He didn't know when she had entered, cause he was so lost in thought, and his eyes were closed. He shot up from the bed, and looked at Rachel with a glare.

"What do you want?" He growled at her with a very thick bedroom voice that could make any woman weak in the knees.

Rachel immediately drew her gown over her head and removed it, then threw it to the floor. She began to touch his face, then picked up his other hand and used it to touch her ass. Omarion grabbed her ass and slapped it, making her moan softly with a seductive smile on her face.

It wasn't their first time; it was a constant thing between them that they do to have fun and ease stress from time to time. However, Omarion still wasn't in the mood for it, so he pushed her away gently and got up from the bed.

"Leave. Not today," he said to her and turned around to look at himself in his standing mirror, as he began to button up his shirt. He was much more calmer now.

Rachel was shocked. "Excuse me?" She said, unable to believe her ears. Omarion had never rejected sex from her before, and being the first time, she didn't want to believe it.

"You heard me, Rachel. Don't make me repeat myself."

Rachel, who was now pissed, scoffed. "You're rejecting me? Rejecting sex? Is it because of that lady?" She blurted out.

This sentence annoyed Omarion and he turned around to look at her with a red eyes and a very pissed face. "How dare you?!"

Seeing how angry he was, Rachel became scared and immediately started to apologize. "I'm so sorry," she said and picked up her gown and panties on the floor quickly, as she turned to walk to the door.

"You insult me and think you'd go scotfree?" He said, making her stop in her tracks. Gently, she turned around. She was about to speak when he said something else. "Drop those shit in your hand, and begin to fuck yourself here moaning my name. Now!"