Humiliation and Heat

The hot liquid hit her skin before her brain could process what was happening.

“Aharhhhh!” Daniella staggered back instantly, the tray slipping slightly from her grip as the coffee soaked into her cloth.

She glared at him hard, tears building up in her eye lids, a smirk escaping her lips, of course she wasn’t surprised.

If he could rip out the heart of a man then what’s coffee he can’t spill on her,

Her fingers clenched tightly as she fought the urge not to scream again, she wanted to feel the pain so badly so every time she looked at him she’d be reminded that he was going to die by her own hands.

The room went dead silent.

Christain didn’t move, he didn’t apologize instead he slowly placed the cup on the table.

“I told you I wanted black coffee with no milk and no sugar so what did you just give me?” He questioned his voice hard and extremely harshly.

Daniella chest burned, her pride burned even more

She glared at him hard.

“I … I made it in a way you requested” Daniella stammered.

She was sure, she made sure it was black coffee and didn’t even put sugar or milk.

“Drink!” Christian ordered pushing the cup with a little bit of coffee inside it towards her.

Daniella slowly pulled the cup with her hands and then into her mouth she speedily spilled it out.

The coffee was pepperish like someone had added pepper inside it.

“I … didn’t do this.. I made sure I put just black coffee” she tried to explain but words failed her.

Christian raised his head slowly watching her reaction but she stayed mute, no emotions not even anger annoyance tears nothing. And this annoyed him the most.

Christain stood up, and slowly he walked towards Daniella. His legs came to a halt when she stopped two feet away from her close enough for Daniella to feel his breath on her skin if he talked.

He lowered his head and his mouth extremely close to Daniella’s ears.

She said nothing, no movement, her body arched as she stood but she showed no sign of weakness.

“You have one job, and you can’t even do it properly”

His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds then he stepped back.

“Clean this mess up and get out!” He said dismissively,

Daniella nodded.

“Yes sir”

He had already turned away, picked up his laptop, his phone care keys and walked out of the room. To him Daniella was nothing.

The moment she walked out of the door, the air became lighter, she could breathe properly she rushed through the hallway and then down the stairs and into her room she locked the door behind her.

Daniella dropped on the bed, tearing her top open as she watched her bare body through the mirror in the room

From her chest down to her breast were pure red, as a result from the burnt tea spilled on her.

“What the fuck was that?” She groaned, her eyes tearing open in annoyance.

“That idiot!” She scoffed taking a look at her skin again, of course she wanted to kill him immediately,

“What on earth does he think he is?” She asked no one in particular, her head burning in annoyance.

“He thinks he can do this to me and go Scot free” her eyes dropped on her hot pointy nipple in annoyance.

She squeezed them softly, a little moan escaping her lips slowly.

“Damn girl” she whispered.

She looked at the mark on her bare body, she hissed the pain didn’t bother her, if anything she pain built her, she hated christian even more.

She stood up slowly, walking towards the mirror her reflection stared back at her.

“Don’t worry Danny, we will win” she whispered slowly to herself.

She turned away from the mirror, grabbed a fresh shirt and pulled it on, she wasn’t backing out now, she’d make sure she gets everything she wants and destroy his life, that was her mission.

Outside Christian drove angrily, something about Daniella bothered like crazy, not the coffee or the interaction. It’s the way she stood with no emotions written on her face.

He wanted her to react, say something at least that would get him to sack her, he hated the fact that she was living with him, he hated women and Daniella was someone who he just couldn’t stand.

He drove the car to a halt as he pulled the car door open, stepping out and walking into the bar by the right hand side of the road.

“What may we get you sir?” The waitress walked up to him a few minutes after he sat down.

“Whiskey” he responded dismissively, not even looking at the ladies face.

“Mom, you caused all this!” He screamed as the lady walked out

Few minutes later she returned back with a bottle of whiskey and a glass cup.

Christain tore the bottle open and gulped almost half of the bottle down his throat trying to get himself high as crazy.

After a while it began to kick in, his vision blurred as he tried to get himself together but was failing at it

He turned sharply his eyes dropping on one of the women who was almost naked, she looked at him her face curving into a smile as she rolled her waist in circles

Christian couldn’t take it any more, he was losing his mind. The lady who didn’t understand what was going on started matching her way towards him.

“I’m sorry you can’t come anywhere close to him” Christian’s personal assistant walked in almost immediately as he blocked the woman from coming anywhere close to his boss.

The woman hissed and walked away angrily.

“Boss, are you okay?” David asked, trying to pull Christian together.