007: Rage

Carla

“Boss…”

I keep my gaze on the boss as I sneak glances at the stranger who looks pissed beside him. I know I’m in trouble, but the problem is that I don’t have the slightest clue how to get myself out of this. 

First, I am wearing his luxurious blazer without his permission. Second, I was in another man’s embrace when he warned me to avoid contact with any other man. 

Wait… The jerk has still not let go of me. Why on earth does he want to see my head on a stake? Doesn’t he know that both of us are in deep shit right now? 

“Get your fucking hands off me, you jerk.” 

I finally struggled out of his embrace and wished for nothing but to rush up the stairs and hide myself in the VIP room. This is so embarrassing. 

I should get myself out of this blazer and think of how to explain things to the stranger. He shouldn’t be too angry because the jerk is rubbing his sweaty self on his blazer. I’ll need to wash this thoroughly.

“What the heck!”

The sucker grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him once more, and he just won’t let go.

“Stop pretending, Seven. You were not like this when he was kissing you earlier. Or would you play the victim card now that the boss is here?” 

Thirteen… This bitch wants to end me. For real. She wants me dead. 

“S… shut the fuck up, Thirteen. No one would think you’re deaf if you are quiet.”

I scream at the top of my voice, but the stranger only squints dangerously at our joined hands. I try to wriggle my way out of the jerk’s grasp, but he still won’t let me go. 

My wrist is even beginning to hurt, but he still doesn’t care about my struggles to be free. 

“Stop being so shy, Seven. There are no rules against workers fucking each other. Just calm down.” 

What! How dare this cheap gigolo try to put me on the spot?

The sucker didn’t just say we have something intimate going on, but he’s even implying that I’m pretending because of the boss.

[Pa!!!]

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I land a heavy slap across the jerk’s face and shake my hand from the pain. No wonder my hand hurts so much. The jerk has such thick skin. 

I utilize the moment of shock and quickly wriggle my way out of his grasp.   

Before anyone can recover, I land another heavy slap across Thirteen’s face as well. 

[Pa!!!]

My hands still hurt like crazy, but these two deserve this. How dare they try to do this to me?

Pointing to the bitch, I threaten in anger, “Thirteen, cross my path again, and I’ll disfigure your ugly face! You think everyone likes to be fucked in the toilet like you two? Tsk!”   

I just hope I’ve convinced the boss and the stranger that I have nothing to do with these two. 

I can feel the stranger’s intense gaze boring into my soul, but I need to get the fuck out of this place. I’m so scared that I might just pee my pants if I remain in his presence. 

I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but I know he’s angry. 

The boss’ next words shock me to the core. 

“Get some rest, Seven. You need all the rest you can get. Off you go.” What does he mean by saying I need all the rest I can get? I know it’s not intentional, but my mind runs to the activities of last night and my face heats up immediately.

With a slight bow towards the boss and the stranger, I scurry away with my head held high. Yet still, I had my heart in my mouth. 

Away from all the drama, I know I’ll get punished soon enough. Can’t tell what he’ll do to me though. Thirteen and that bastard have succeeded in complicating my life more than it already is. They just won’t understand what they’ve done to me.

My body still aches, and all I want to do right now is have a long sleep and hope to wake up feeling better.  

I was finally dozing off, praying I should fall asleep before the stranger walks in, but someone somewhere wouldn’t let me be. My phone buzzes loudly, jolting me awake. “Shit! I should have placed the phone in silent mode.” I cuss out loud.

“Hello…”

I don’t know why the witch chose to call at this time of day. She doesn’t care whether I live or die, so why would she call me at this ungodly hour?

“If you have nothing to say, I will end the call. I’m a very busy person...” I know my words were clear to her. Not all of us have twenty-four hours to idle about, anyway. 

My stepmother took everything my father left for us, but she never stepped into the company.

The only time she steps into the company is when she needs to show her face for a major decision or for the shareholders’ meeting.

“Yes. You’re right. I’m a stripper. And I’m sorry there’s nothing you can do about it.” I throw the jab her way when she mocks me for being a stripper. She has tried everything possible to make me lose this job, but her influence doesn’t run this far. Thank goodness the boss of Velvet Steam isn’t someone she can mess with.

“What the fuck do you mean by coming home to meet my husband? When did I tell you I was looking for a man?”

How on earth would this snake call me out of the blue and tell me to come and meet my husband? Is she high on drugs or what? For fuck’s sake, who cares where she found the man?

“If you dare to lay a hand on Aldo, I’ll burn everything to the ground. Bitch, do not bite more than you can chew. I am not your daughter, and you dare not stress my brother for your selfish gains. Who the fuck do you even think you are to tell me who to marry?” 

I can’t believe this. After my dad passed away under some bizarre circumstances, this woman has stopped at nothing to make my life a living hell.

Even though I can’t prove it, I know she has a hand in me losing my license. Now she wants me to marry God knows who, just because of what she stands to gain. 

I can’t believe she still has her eyes on me after all this time.    

“Sylvia Peters, stay the fuck away from me.”

I have the powerful urge to hit something so badly. Then again, I just have to calm down and take a second look around my surroundings. 

I can’t smash my phone against the wall, and I don’t have what it takes to smash any expensive item in this room.

When I calm down enough and turn toward the door, I come face-to-face with the stranger. His gaze…

I need to say something. He needs to know I didn’t have plans to steal from him or anything.

Wait, did he hear everything just now? No. I don’t think he did. Why else would he look this calm?

Yes. I know what to do… I lift my head and speak decisively.

“I’m sorry for everything, master. I’ll pay for the blazer.”