Do you crave my touch?

    "Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! Fuck it!!!" Francesca screamed as she tossed the wine glass in her hand. Her right hand grabbed the cigarette in her hand with extreme force. 

   

   "Fuck!" She cursed one more time, tossing the wine bottle across the room. The workers scattered in fear. 

  Beads of sweat had built themselves on her forehead. Her palm wiped across her face as she pushed the smeared, wet hair backwards. She needed a drink. Then another drink. Then another. And the a smoke. She snapped her fingers. 

   A cleaner walked forward. 

     "I need a drink." She said, tapping the table as she rose to her feet. 

  As she turned, she realized the cleaner had shrunk in fear and confusion.

     "What the fuck are you staring at?!" She roared at him.

 His Adam apple bulbed as he gulped down the saliva in his throat.

      "Get me a fucking drink!"

      "Which one?" The young man stammered.

       Her eyes narrowed at him in frustration. 

      "Anything that takes pain away..." She groaned in frustration, slamming her hands on the desk.

      The cleaner scurried away.

    Her eyes shut themselves as she fell back on her chair. A whiff of her smoke, and she regained her senses. Her head laid patiently on the chair as she swung it around. Oh yes, she was aware of the men in her office. She knew they were confused as to why she was acting this way. Of course they had to be surprised. Every fucking person knew Francesca as the most collected person on Earth. That was what she wanted. That was what she had created. A perfect image. And Anthony thought he could ruin it. He wanted to ruin it. He wanted to ruin her. He was doing it.

    "Fuck..." She cursed out as her hands moved to her eyes.

     She stretched out the smoke. A hand received it and left the room. She wished everyone would just leave her alone.  

    Did she really have to work on the worst day of her fucking life?

  Of course,she did. It was one of Anthony's many methods of punishing her.

     And to think she had woken up excited. Anthony had proposed to her not too long ago. A week. Was it up to a week ago? She doubted. However, it wasn't the time of dates or mathematics, or mathematics dates.

  He had proposed to her at work. In the midst of every single fucking person in this company. He wasn't too dramatic with her, but it was alright. He didn't kneel. She hadn't needed that. He had tossed the ring at her, and she caught it. For the first time in years, he had smiled at her. Fuck, he had said she would make a perfect wife. 

   She knew she would. She had built that character on for years. From the moment she had stepped into the company, she knew she would climb her way up, by hook or by crook. 

   The final piece was coming to place. Being Anthony's wife, and a member of the Maven's family was all that was needed to solve her problems. She would have the money to clear everything. Heck, she didn't even want a piece of his money. She didn't want to be a part of their dirty jobs, she had wanted his surname. Just his surname.

    She had drafted out plans, made herself the woman she thought he wanted. She had seduced, and stylishly chased him.

  He fell. Had fallen. Finally.

Francesca smiled at the memory. The first day he had asked her if she was interested in dinner. He wasn't too smooth with his words, but she had accepted. She had broken up with her fiance that night.

    All was well between her and Anthony,or so it seemed.  

   God! She hated this memory.

  Memories of when he had fucked her all night. All day long. In the office, at home, in his car. Every fucking place. They were the perfect couple. She didn't want his heart, he didn't want hers. They just needed each other.

     Why didn't he need her anymore? Why didn't he want her?

     "God!" She called out as tears ran down her eyes. 

    She was getting to the worst part of the memory.

   Anthony had bought her a gift for the first time in almost a year. She had cried when she saw the house. He had hugged her. He had told her words he had never said. She had broken through him, and for the first time she thought, why not love this man? For the first time she had understood him. He wasn't bad. He was hurt. Just like her. He had been hurt, and broken. She wanted to fix that.

   That day, or rather that night, she had opened up her heart to him. She loved him, even more than her own soul. She gave him everything that night. She had thought he would reciprocate, but he didn't.

  After a night of vows, and promises, and stories, and lots of lots of sex, he disappeared. He left. Without a word. 

  She had dressed up for work, only to get there and denied entrance. Anthony had fired her. Her! The man she had given her entire heart ruined her life. 

Her palm wiped her face, and trembling lips. 

     She has gone home in tears. The naive fool had thought Anthony had loved her. She had cried out a heart full of tears that night. Anthony was a fool. A bastard. What names did she not call him? But yet, she had struggled to find her way back, because she could not fathom a life without him. She chose redraft, replann,and reorganize everything. 

   Finally, she was back. It had taken two extra years to finally realize she was playing the wrong game all along.

     "A smoke." She demanded, pulling her hand out. 

     Her eyes finally forced themselves open. She adjusted her position on her seat as she pulled the cigarette to her lips.

    The time for reciting her sad story had ended,now it was time for her to rewrite it. Again.

      "Good day,everyone." She started,wiping her nose.

    Everyone mumbled their replies.

     "Master Anthony has ordered that we prepare his engagement party that is to happen tonight. I don't know how you'll make it happen,but I expect it to be perfect. The guest will start arriving by 9 pm. Don't forget to set the invites out. Am I clear?"

  A hand rose up. Francesca's eyes fell on the Asian woman.

    "what?" 

     "What if the invites are not in town,or busy?"

     "then pay a blogger to release a horrible news about them,or better still troll them online. There are a million bloggers that can do that." 

  The whole room grew quiet. She sighed in despair,realizing that was a private information.

     "I'm just joking." 

 A feigned smile played out on her face.

     "Just get all the important guests you can find. The earlier you get on with this shit,the better of all of you. Meeting dismissed."

      Sandra's palms remained on her thigh as they rode back home. Lunch was interesting. Anthony had taken her to a luxurious eatery,and all through he had been smiling and beaming at her. It was comfortable that they had made Francesca uncomfortable,but she eventually left. As soon as she did, Anthony created a distance between them. It was clear that the contract was to be hidden. But she had slipped it out. She needed to fix that,before Anthony found out.

   She looked at him to notice he was on his phone.

      "Our pictures are circulating the internet." He informed her with his eyes still glued to the screen.

   She mumbled a reply.

    He dropped his phone on his laps.

     "What do you want?"

     A confused Sandra turned to him.

       "What do you want?" He repeated. "Do you want me to hold your hand? Hug you? Sing for you? Play with you?"

   Her eyes widened in bewilderment.

  Her lips parted but words did not pass through.

     " You keep stealing glances at me. Speak now,or remain silent forever."

    A sigh of defeat escaped her lips.

    " We are to be a couple."

      Anthony groaned.

    "I don't want this,but there's no way out. And as much as I think we will never grow to love each other,I at least thought we would be friends."

     "friends?"

      "Yes,friends." Her voice came in a shallow whisper.

     "I don't keep friends. They're unimportant."

    A silence grew between them. Anthony picked up his phone. Sandra remained awkwardly seated on the chair.

    A few moments later,and Anthony turned to her.

       "come closer."

  Sandra shot him an astonished look.

     "Come closer." He ordered again.

  When she did not move,he pulled her towards him. They faced each other in the car,both breathing steadily. Anthony slid his hand into her back as he pulled her even closer. Her eyes shut as she felt his breath on her neck. Their foreheads met. Heat prickled Sandra's skin as she heard him inhale bad exhale. He smelled heavenly. His other hand found her thigh. He took in a deep breath,inhaling her scent.

       Sandra felt her heart beat increased rapidly as his thumb rubbed her thigh. Her teeth dug into her lips as she sucked in the aura.

     She caught herself holding her breath as his finger slid up her thighs. His thumb pressed her panty.

    She felt her clit swell.

      "Do you crave my touch?"