FIVE: I Wasn’t Watching You

BROOKS

Mom wasn't joking.

I didn't realize this over the week when an interview was arranged two days after, and I got an offer letter the next day.

I realized when I got down in front of Romano Empire the following Monday with my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I was really here. I was really going to start working here now.

The first part of the morning passed in a blur. I was assigned to a team, introduced myself to the team members, and began work. I was over the moon that I was now working at the biggest company in the city, and most times, I had to pinch my skin to convince myself that this was real.

I've hardly seen Stephan since I got the job. I wanted to thank him for the opportunity, but he was hardly ever home, and bringing it up during meals felt too formal. I'd assumed we'd ride to the office together, but this morning, he was already gone before I got ready, and I had to call an Uber.

“Do you have connections to any big names in the company?” Sean, one of my team memberss, asked me out of nowhere. It was lunchtime, and we were currently in the cafeteria.

“What?” I was so startled by the suddenness and strangeness of the question that I couldn't even process it properly.

“I asked if you know any big names in the company?” his tone was light, and he was staring at me with that playful expression I've come to know him with in just hours of knowing him.

“No,” I didn't mean to lie, but when I opened my mouth, that was the answer that came out.

“That's strange,” he went back to eating his food while conversations from our other team members and other teams floated around.

“Why is it strange?” I pressed.

“I think it's because there was no job opening in the company at all until last week, and this position was just created,” Betty, the lady sitting beside me, answered, “and then, you got in. So he thinks someone up there created the position just for you.”

“Ohhh, that's strange,” I muttered quietly with different thoughts swimming in my head. It was indeed strange that the position had just been created last week. The coincidence was too unreal, but it was nothing. I was sure of it.

Stephan didn't even know I was fired before he told Mom about the job.

“That's a bizarre coincidence,” I continued in a clearer tone, “I lost my old job, and this new one was created that same day.”

“I’d say you're one lucky Lady,” Betty joked as she briefly hugged me. I laughed as well as the rest of the table that could hear us. The table dissolved into other conversations but that thought was still on repeat in my head.

How much of a coincidence could it be that Stephan’s company created a new position that suited me just before I lost my old job?

I had to use the toilet after I was done eating, while the others returned to our office. I stepped out of the bathroom when I was done to see Stephan walking down the lobby with the staff clearing the way for him and bowing to him. I initially wanted to walk away, but then, I realized this was an opportunity to thank him. It was better to thank him now and get it over and done with. I followed him, but it was hard to catch up with him. He continued walking till he left the crowded lobbies and brimming office areas.

He was now walking in a deserted corridor, and I had already decided to turn back and return to the office when he entered a room and banged the door after him. Except that the door really didn't close: it bounced back and left an opening, and before I could think of peeping in, I heard a loud, sultry female voice.

“Hmm Daddy, what took you so long? I've been waiting for almost an…” A loud smack cut her off, and she yelped so loudly my heart jumped in my chest, and I flattened against the wall.

There was a brief moment of rustling clothes and leader, followed by an unmistakable erotic moan, then loud slapping sounds and animated moans.

I knew what was happening then.

I should turn back and walk away now, but I was rooted to a position by what started as moans and whimpers that had now fully transformed into pleas and cries. She sounded like she was being torn apart in the most beautiful way that anybody would do anything to experience.

Her sounds moved my body from the wall, but instead of walking away, I moved closer to the door and peeped in. The girl, whose face was ruined with tears with her mascara running, was bent over the table, looking all messed up in the most beautiful way while Stephan was behind her, holding her head back by a belt, nuzzling around her neck and his hips slamming into hers.

It was the most intriguing sight.

I couldn't tear my eyes away, couldn't stop the ocean that had sprung to life in my core and was now dampening my pants, couldn't stop my mouth from watering as I imagined myself in that same position, bent up and getting my womb shifted.

Stephan looked up. I jerked back with so much force that I must have cracked a bone. I walked away and I didn't stop walking till I had left that place far behind.

I entered another toilet to wipe myself and to calm my heart.

God! What's wrong with you, Brooks? That was your stepbrother. You got aroused while watching your stepbrother fuck a random girl.

She has done worse. My wolf’s voice butted in. She had already slept with one of her stepbrothers.

I blocked out the two voices and returned to the office, but for the rest of the day, I couldn't get the image of the belt around her neck, of the sheer strength in Stephan’s hand as he held it while railing into her.

The day was nearing its end when HR sent me a message requesting my presence at the CEO’s office. It was so unexpected that I had to visit their office to confirm if the message was indeed intended for me. It was confirmed, which is why I'm walking into Stephan’s office right now, after his receptionist showed me in.

His office was huge, much larger than the entire office that housed 17 of my team members. The interior was in grey and black, and it smelled of wealth in here, of nine-figure deals, and generational wealth.

“Hi,” I stood uncertainly in front of Stephan, who had his whole attention on the open folder in front of him.

Seeing him now in this huge office, behind the big mahogany table, and dressed in his black suit, reminded me of just how powerful he is and how he holds the world at his fingertips.

“You have something to say to me.” It wasn't a question. It was rather a statement, and he still didn't look up from the folder. I didn't know what to make of the statement.

“What?” I hated that I sounded like a child.

“You followed me earlier,” he straight out pointed out in a flat tone, and I felt my soul leave my body. My steps faltered on their own accord, and I had to hold on to his desk so I wouldn't fall.

“So you must have something to say because I'm sure you're not that lazy on your first day to follow me and watch me fuck a girl.”

Embarrassment and shame gnawed at me with so much force I felt the physical pain. He saw me. He knew I watched them.

“I didn't… I wasn't watching you.”

“You weren't?” he dumped the folder on the desk before standing up. He walked around the desk to make his way slowly to me. I stood my ground and made a silent resolve not to squirm under his intensely dismissive gaze.

“You weren't?” he mused over the words as he stood right opposite me, his hands in his pockets, “You sure were. What is it to you? Do you have a fetish for watching your stepbrother fuck other girls?”

My throat dried up. The images in my head became even more visceral: him holding her head up with the belt, the fertility in his thrusts as if he wanted to destroy her. They sent the signal to the wrong part of my body, and I felt a liquid trickle out of my core.

Stephan’s nostril flared then, and his eyes, suddenly darker with flashes of red that could only belong to his wolf, dipped lower to rest briefly on my waist.

I took a subconscious step back.

“I… I realized that… A colleague told me that there were no ongoing recruitments last week and that the position I currently occupy was just created last week.”

“So?” he sounded so bored and irritated, like my mere presence was causing his eyes to bleed.

“It feels like so much of a coincidence that I lost my job and you have this newly created one that fits so well into my resume on that same day.”

He looked at me. Without saying anything for a while, he just looked at me, brows furrowed in confusion, with a frown starting to form on his face.

“So you're saying that somehow, I knew beforehand that you were going to lose your job, and told your mother about this new job even before you lost the job?”

Putting it like that does not make any sense, not in the slightest.

He nodded slowly as if a puzzle just clicked into place.

“I see now that you don't have a brain to keep the job. You can drop your resignation letter with your team's HR.”

With that, he turned away and dismissed me.