She was blacked with fury. All she wanted to do was stomp out of the office without looking back. Yet, she didn't want to leave with a bad reputation. She ambled to the door and locked it.
"Good," he purred."So?" She was eager to leave the shit of a man's office. Mr Hayes has always given her a scare from day one but she has successfully avoided him by leaving no loopholes in her line of work. Yet it seemed that no matter how much one tried to avoid trouble, it always came knocking on her door. Interestingly, it wasn't the first time she was faced with such shameless he-goats."Don't be in a rush. Aren't you a lady?" He tried to pull her close but she was faster and swerved at him. Her best friend Griffin had done a good job in teaching her how to develop thorns. Like he always said, 'beautiful girls must develop thorns to scare predators away. If roses didn't have thorns, they would be wasted by undeserving people.'Mr Hayes was displeased but covered it very well with a blooming smile. As a man in his early forties, he was quite attractive. "It's simple. You will never work overtime and you get double pay.""Just that?" Mercedes was no fool. There was nothing like a free lunch so negative intents must be undeniably present."Don't be stupid. Of course, you have to do something in return, don't you think?" He shamelessly confessed, his eyes raking her body.Mercedes' chest rose three beats to the tune of her last heart rate but she did not relent. Aside from being graced with beauty, she also had a sharp tongue glued to a sassy and fiesta personality. "Mr Hayes, if you want me in your bed, then that will never happen."Mr Hayes was done being nice. He had to change tactics. "Then you are fired and all those three weeks worked for, will go in vain because you violated a clause in your contract."Mercedes raged with anger. She needed the income badly. "You are so evil," she gritted her teeth and said."I presented you with a good opportunity and you spat in my face." Mr Hayes's good mood had returned, seeing Mercedes so vulnerable but what he didn't expect, was her next words,"Now you listen and listen good. I will rather endure a night in a pit full of snakes and scorpions than spend it with a devious bastard like you," she blurted out. Mr Hayes's smile froze on his face as he snarled,"You have a sharp tongue.""So you better watch it before I cut off that small thing between your thighs," Mercedes raged, her face red with fury.But she wasn't the only angry one. She had also awoken the beast in the man who was trying to be nice to her. "Get out of my office!" He yelled but Mercedes wasn't moved. She sat back in the chair with her legs crossed,"Not until you pay me what I deserve. I invested my time, energy, money and sweat for three weeks and I'm not leaving without my pay," she shot back at him.Mr Hayes marvelled. He never expected her to be savage but he wasn't going to let her leave with a smile. "You already know the answer to that.""You will burn in hell Hayes, you filthy old man." Mercedes had lost her patience and roared, standing from the chair."I'm not older than your father, pretty. I'm just forty," be taunted to her dismay, making matters worse. Instead of unlocking the door, she kicked it open. "Hey, you are going to pay for the damages," Mr Hayes screamed after Mercedes when she stormed out of his office.Mercedes stopped abruptly and turned around, "yeah right, deduct it from my pay." With that, she strode back into his office, lifted his expensive Mac laptop and smashed it on the floor, together with his latest iPhone. Her cold glare met his. "Now, my payment is redeemed. Goodbye." She calmly said and walked away.The noise seemed to have attracted some of her colleagues who rushed to her. "Are you alright?""What happened?""Did you piss him off?"She ignored them with a cold shoulder, quickening her pace to her office.She cleaned the table with her hand, sending every document to the floor. Satisfied with her conduct, she picked her handbag and went into the elevator. She had reached the underground car park, in the safety of her Chevrolet Cruz. Life's realities began to tease her - pending bills, her brother's medical bills. Her upkeep and that of her best friend Griffin. Even though he was a jerk sometimes, she still loved him because he was always there for her before his girlfriend Penelope showed up a few months ago.As if hit by a ray of light, she redialed Mr Shaw's number. "Have you made a consideration yet, Miss Winters?" He asked as soon as he answered the call."Yes but I have a condition." Mercedes directly responded."Let me hear it, Miss Winters." Vincent was patient."I need a salary advance."He chuckled, "No, you don't. Your job switch allowance is three times what you are currently earning. It will be paid into your account as soon as you resume work."This news was like cream in her coffee. She was about to say thank you when she observed a call waiting. It was her best friend Griffin. She ignored it and continued, "thank you, Mr Shaw."
"The pleasure is mine. See you on Monday."When the line disconnected, Griffin kept calling so she answered it. "Are you free from her arms now?" Her tone aired with jealousy and Griffin, being her best friend for ten years, detected it."Don't tell me you are jealous. Penelope is my girlfriend but you will always be my best friend," he coaxed her."Cut it, Griff, no matter what, don't let her answer the phone when I call."Griffin chuckled, "Oh that, she insisted because she was equally jealous. I'm very sorry, so how do I make it up to you?" Griffin had a tactical way of soothing her bad mood."I feel like having a fun night. Care to join me?""Send the location," he instantly agreed."And please, come alone." Mercedes couldn't stand his girlfriend. Its been weeks since they had some alone time to catch up on whatever was going on in their lives.She was going to have a fun night because she wouldn't have time anymore if she began her new job. She felt like she would explode if she didn't let herself out. The pressure on her was just too much. Instead of driving straight home, she stopped by the boutique to pick some corporate wear with her credit card. She picked a few for Griffin as well. He has been job hunting and has to look good.She saw a nice black party dress and picked it too. She wore it and realized it was getting dark. She stopped by a restaurant to have some soup because she hadn't eaten since morning. From there she drove to the club. On her way, the traffic light showed red making the car in front of her, a Lamborghini Sian, stop abruptly but her speed was a little over the mark and she hit the bumper of the car in front of her.The driver seemed to be on a call and didn't react immediately. Looking at the car, there was a little scratch but she knew it would cost her thousands of dollars to repair it. Her car suffered the worst damage but repairing it would still be cheaper. Without thinking twice, she reversed a little since there were no cars behind her and just when the traffic light showed green, she overtook the car and drove off at top speed.The driver of the Lamborghini, Nathan Legend ended his call and got down to check his car. There was evidence of a bump and he knew the culprit was the driver of the red Chevrolet Cruz. Unfortunately, he didn't catch the face of the driver. A frown dissipated his handsome face as he sat back in his car and drove off. He went back to his garage to change the car because he couldn't allow himself to be seen with that scratch on his car even though it was almost unnoticeable.He was supposed to meet his best friend, Lanre at the club but he called at the last minute that he couldn't make it because his wife needed him. Exasperated, Nathan decided to cool off in the club.Mercedes arrived at the car park of the exclusive nightclub. She was met with the buzzing sound of music that took away her worries for a while. She ordered her favourite martini and sipped after settling down while she waited patiently for Griffin. She rejected the advances of men trying to get her to the dance floor. She would never dance in the club if Griffin wasn't around. He was the only one who got her back. Ten minutes passed and she picked up her phone to send him a reminder when she saw a silhouette appear at the entrance, joined by another.Rage boiled through her as she saw Griffin walk to her table with Penelope tailing behind him. "Which part of alone did you not understand, Griffin?" Mercedes yelled, trying to gain dominance from the loud music and picked her purse to leave, only for Griffin to hold her by the wrist, halting her movement. "Please Merce, we need to talk."*******Nathan Legend arrived at the club car park. While he was parking his car, another one caught his attention. It was the Chevrolet Cruze owned by the hit and run driver. He knew that the driver was somewhere but he didn't have a face to the car. He took his phone and snapped the car number, then made his way into the club.
"Sit down Mercedes, I didn't mean to make you feel distraught. She just insisted on tagging along." Griffin apologised. He understood the friction between the two ladies and tried to make them come to reason but it never yielded a thing. "You could have texted or called to tell me you had company Griffin," Mercedes was so upset, she couldn't hold it in. Due to the loud music, her voice sounded like she was yelling. "Look, I said I'm sorry, okay? Let's not - " "She has a problem with my presence too?" Penelope cut him off, her voice so piercing, it aggravated Mercedes' already sour mood. "It's fine," Mercedes forced a smile and sat back in her chair. She could already feel that the night wasn't going to be as fun as she planned. "How was your day?" Griffin was worried about her. Mercedes might be bubbly on the outside but he could feel something wrong. After all, he has known her for over a decade.
Griffin was uncomfortable. He couldn't watch Mercedes fall into this trap. His protective gears towards her kicked in as he stood from his chair and strode to stop her but he was held back by Penelope. "If you stop her, then it's over between us," she seethed. It was high time she set things straight. Griffin was dumbfounded. Mercedes was his best friend and they always stood up for each other but Penelope was his girlfriend and he loved her so much. How could he lose her? Besides, it was going to be just a kiss right? Seeing that he had calmed himself and sat back in the chair, Penelope was ecstatic. She palmed his face and kissed him deeply, tracing her hands over his shirt and into his pants. She knew how to take his mind off Mercedes. Her seductive touch was enough to silence the world around him even if it was just for a short while. His manhood came alive when she went on her knees. He knew what she was going to do and became self-conscious of his
Nathan woke up to the rays of the sunlight that penetrated through the blinds from the window. It was almost midday. Events of last night replayed in his mind as he stared at the naked woman beside him with mixed feelings. A frown contoured his handsome features, as he made a call. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. He stood up, slid into his boxer and opened the door. A man handed him a paper bag. He went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. After placing them on the nightstand, he put on his clothes and sat on the luxurious sofa. His eyes never left her. He won't let her escape and to find him later with any unpleasant surprise. Mercedes woke up to her phone ringing. A nasty headache invaded her brain as she rolled her eyes from side to side in search of her phone. Her long hair was dishevelled, as she lifted herself to a sitting position. The unfamiliar luxury room gave her a panic attack, her stomach churned but not as much as th
Mercedes's eyes burned with fire, as she saw Penelope crouched naked on her knees, her mouth covering Griffin's dick while he sat on the sofa, pleasure swallowing him, deduced by his loud moans. Her clothes and that of Griffin were scattered all over the floor. Mercedes raged, she felt her body tremble. It wasn't about what they were doing but rather where it was happening. It was absurd and disgusting, she wanted to gag. Whichever way, she composed herself for the sake of Griffin and tried to walk to her room. "You are back," Griffin huffed while he pushed Penelope away, trying to find something to cover his nakedness. "Is this what you wanted me to come and see?" Mercedes couldn't tell which was better. Her home or the room in which she woke up. She pushed her way through the scattered living room, the items she removed from the car scattering on the floor when her grip on them loosened due to the shock. Griffin saw the shirt and suit Merc
"Miss Winters, meet our President, Nathan Legend. You will be his temporary assistant till I get a replacement before you are moved to assist Director Blake," he turned to a middle-aged man with brown hair and few silver strands. Mercedes felt her stomach hot. So hot it couldn't be quenched. She lost concentration when Vincent introduced her to the other managers and directors. Her brown gaze nervously accentuated Nathan's dark ones. To her utmost plight, Nathan seemed indifferent. Clad in a sea blue shirt and black blazer, he could take your breath away. It was almost as if he never met her or didn't recognize her, which made her disturbed. Perhaps he was a twin or he just didn't recognize her because she was formally dressed. Typically, Nathan gave no response which wasn't a surprise to Vincent, but Mercedes. Vincent went ahead to show her where to sit before he took his position for the meeting to commence. The boardroom radiated a
Mercedes went into deep thought. She admitted to herself that her actions were way overboard but she couldn't solely carry the blame. Nathan was as guilty as she was therefore, she would not carry such a burden. His aura was intimidating but since he was still human like her, she won't fall for it. She folded her arms and stared at him. Something weird tickled inside of her and suddenly, she began laughing hysterically, it made Nathan boil. Mercedes wasn't going to kowtow to him like everyone else. "If I don't know any better, Mr President, I would say that you are obsessed with me and you can't do away with my presence." Her tone relayed a mocking effect, making Nathan's eyes squint with a flare of fury, he scoffed, "don't get your hopes up. For as long as I have that dollar bill on the wall, I will do as I please," he stated matter of factly.
Mercedes recalled vividly the car in question but hadn't seen it anywhere near yet, the facts laid on the table that it might be Nathan's. "I..I...I'm sorry. B..ut was it, I..mean Y..ours? She was stammering and her words didn't make sense.Nathan sighed, "why don't we sit in my car and talk?" Mercedes' head ached so bad and her heart wouldn't stop thumping. Was he going to fire her? When she was coming out of the elevator, she saw the message on her phone which was an alert for her job switch allowance. All the excitement disappeared while she followed Nathan to his car, a Rolls Royce but not the Lambo she hit a few days ago.Mercedes fidgeted with her hands like a child caught stealing. Nathan was thrilled but his temperament would not permit him to show it. He was looking for a way to nail her and the opportunity just presented itself on a platter of gold. I
Griffin's ears piqued with curiosity. Mercedes never received a call at night, except for emergencies from her family. Concern flung him because it makes Mercedes moody when she can't fend for them instantly. "Hello," Mercedes calmly answered the phone."Miss Winters, I wish to inform you that you shall have dinner with me and our stakeholders tomorrow. It's going to be a formal event so I suggest you prepare for it before coming to the office." Dinner meant evening and Mercedes doesn't work overtime. With her new contract, she took time to read through it and there was nothing mentioned concerning that."I'm sorry Mr Legend but I don't work overtime," she responded lucidly.She heard him sigh and her heart thumped in anticipation of what he was going to say. "You do not have a choice remember? This is an official assignment and it's compulsory. My assistant is supposed to accompany me to every formal event, as stated in clause six of your contract. Or would you