Aurora
It was already 8:45 pm, and I still had a couple of more pitches to edit and send to media houses. I looked up from my laptop screen, and into Mr. King's office. This wasn't the first time this week that he'd kept me around far longer than other coworkers. Today though, I had somewhere to get to, and working later than 9:00pm wasn't going to work out for me.
But then, how would I tell him that?
He spine was straight as he typed away on his own computer, face serious as he stared at the screen. He usually wore these blue light glasses while he worked, and now, as they sat low on the bridge of his nose, he looked like a typical working person. There wasn't even a scowl on his face.
He looked up all of a sudden, and I nearly choked on my own spit as I tore my gaze away from him and faced my work. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared sideways through the transparent walls of his office.
Oh, damn it all to hell.
I stood up from my desk and went over to his office door. I knocked three times, and stepped in immediately he told me to come in.
The moment I got into the space with him, my palms begun to get all sweaty.
He looked up from the screen of his laptop, looking very exhausted. The one thing that I didn’t find annoying about him was that he was actually someone who worked hard. As the President of the company, he didn't even need to do much, but he always insisted on getting work done.
His tie that looked so immaculate in the morning, now hung in a limp, untied mess over his shoulders, and his shirt had been unbuttoned to reveal the top of his chest.
"What do you want?" he said, voice deep and dripping with fatigue.
I gauged his expression with my mind, and formulated a response with my mouth, so my words didn't come out right. "Leave work now, I want to."
A small frown creased the skin between his eyebrows. "What did you just say?"
"I . . ." This had seemed so easy before, but now, staring into his face, made me realise that I was in way over my head.
"You what? I don't have all night for this. If you have nothing to say, get out of here." He muttered something else under his breath and turned back to his work, leaving me forgotten.
'For once, Aurora. Take control. Don't let this asshole walk all over you,' the little voice in my head piped up. My fists clenched by my sides, and I took a steadying breath.
"I said I'd like to leave work now, Mr. King. May I do so?" I'd trurd to be firm, but my voice came out shaky and pathetic.
He paused, hand in midair about to land on his keyboard. His eyes circled back to me, and he huffed. "You what?"
Was this guy deaf or something?
His eyes widened, and I realised that I said that out loud. My hands flew to my lips, and I started to shake my head. No! This couldn't be happening right now, I really wasn't looking to get myself fired right now.
He whirled around in his chair—you know, those twisty ones that are fun and great and make you feel like this really awesome superstar? Yeah, that chair. If looks could kill, I'd have turned into a puddle of flesh and melted bones, but luckily for me, I still stood.
But for how long though?
He clasped his hands togther, looking like a mafia hit boss about to cast a devastating order for some unfortunate person's death. "You know, four eyes, you've been really . . ." he pauses for a moment, looking for the perfect word, " . . . bold today. Did you finally get laid or something? No, that's not possible, even a disabled tech dude wouldn’t deem you fit for such."
He sprung out of his seat, his tone of voice taking that devastatingly sarcastic tone that he always used to demean me. "Or, maybe," in two steps, he was right before me again, "you woke up this morning craving for my attention and somehow got it into that empty brain of yours that getting on my nerves is the way to do it."
The saliva in my throat turned into a huge lump that just wouldn't go down calmly. Every muscle in my body shook from his words, not because I was afraid of what he'd do, but because I was scared of what I'd do.
And damn, I was so close to throwing my fist into that beautifully smug face of his.
"Well, you've finally gotten my attention," he continued. "Are you happy now?"
I pressed my teeth to hard togther that I feared they might have shattered. The back of my eyes burned with livid tears that pressed against me, begging to be released.
Who gave this man the right to treat me this way? If not for the fact that I couldn't think up of another way to come up with a steady income, I'd have left the job the first day he'd looked at me and called me a retarded individual.
"Even a goat would be a better employee than you," he'd said after I'd told him that I didn't know how to operate a printer.
"You . . ." I started, using every strangth I had in me to construct my words properly, because if I didn't, I would have ended up spitting out nothing but garbled gibberish.
"Me what? Come on, say it. Or did the cat get your tongue?" He gave me a look of mock sympathy.
"You are such an . . . Asshole!" I said, raising my voice with each word. "What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much? I have done nothing to you, and yet, you treat me and everyone else like we are slaves that owe you our lives!"
"I pay your fucking salary, so yeah, I own each and every one of you that dares to call this place your job. Do you think you're 'that girl' in the movies who finally speaks up her mind and somehow get what she's ever wanted?" He was right in my face now, speaking so loud that I could feel his voice scraping deep in my ears. "Well, I say wake up, Sleeping Ugly!"
I blinked, and the balloon that had been inflating and inflating within me just deflated. It shrunk into a pathetic piece and sunk into the pit of my belly, taking with it the anger that I'd wanted to let loose.
I gently shook my head from side to side, causing my wavy bob to brush against the sides of my face. "You know, you always think you're above everyone else."
He smirked. "Of course I am, I run this place, I call the shots."
"But have you for one, split second ever thought about what your company would be without these workers that you treat with little to no respect?" I chuckled, but there was nothing funny about it. "They all fucking hate you."
"And what about you? Do you hate me as well?" he asked, and although little empathy resided in his gaze, he looked a bit curious about what I had to say.
It'd have been so easy to say yes, because for so long, I'd repeated it to myself so many times. I'd said it for so long that I shouldn't even have hesitated before giving him an answer.
Something in me wavered, and he took it for weakness. "Look at you, so bold until asked a question. Should I take your answer as a yes or a no?"
I looked into his jade green eyes framed by long lashes that would have been better suited for a female. He looked so much like an angel, with his good looks that made him almost unrealistic, but the had the heart of a demon.
I should have told him off then. Maybe even added in the resignation letter that had been sitting in my desk drawer for the past one year now. But I just couldn’t. There was a reason that everyone else let me dance with this demon; because no one else had the balls to do so themselves.
I wasn't weak for putting up with him. I was powerful. The fact that I'd spent this long under his emotional and verbal abuse showed that despite what he thought, I was stronger than I appeared.
I raised my head up high, and looked him straight into the eyes. "If we are really being honest here, Mr. King, you're really the pathetic one. You deserve all the hate you're getting, and I hope you die a lonely, old man."
Something actually passed across his face as I spoke. His eyes shook, and his smug expression fell away so fast. For a moment, he looked like he couldn't belive what I'd just said.
I couldn't blame him. I didn't believe what I'd said either. When the realisation fully dawned upon me, all I could do was turn around and walk out of his office as fast as I could.
Oh my goodness. I'd single-handedly fired myself, because there was no way that he'd let such disrespect slide. I'd seen him fire a person for just typing 'am' instead of 'I'm' in a script for an interview. What would he do to someone who'd insulted him?
As I picked up my bag from my desk and made my way out of the company building, my heart sunk into my chest and made it so hard to breathe.
I was doomed.
AuroraRushing out of my workplace at night wasn't such a good idea. The streets were devoid of cabs, and not a single soul still remained outdoors. What made it all even worse was that the company had to be smack dab in the middle of a non-residential area. I had to take a 20 minute ride on a bus most days to get to work.I smoothed down my skirt with a little huff, cursing my dumb luck. How would I manage to get back home now? A glance at my wristwatch told me that the time was 9:05pm, leaving me just an hour before I had to get on a call with my . . . other employer.I really didn't want to disappoint, especially when a lot of money was involved.I looked across the streets, seeing no promise of a vehicle for now. Maybe if I stepped down a little further to the nearest bus stop, I'd be able to get a ride home. The last bus usually left by 9:30pm.I opened my bag, which was big enough to fit in a pair of slippers, and swapped my heels for the less painful pair of footwear. Wearing h
AuroraI was a breath away from passing out completely, when the man grunted and rolled off me, kicked away by a firm, solid leg. And just like that, air flowed back into my lungs, and the atmosphere brightened once again. The ringing in my ears faded, bringing sounds flooding back into my senses.I coughed, touching my neck that would no doubt be bruised already. I pushed myself into a sitting position, looking around me.Someone in a grey shirt rolled up at the sleeves rammed his shoe into my near-rapist's jiggly belly. The man cried out in pain, begging the person to stop."Please . . . please." The words fell out of his mouth in between gasps for air and pained groans.I binked over and over again, trying to make sure that what I was seeing wasn't a mirage.Mr. King?"Crazy bastards like you are the people that make this world utterly despicable," he said, before landing another kick into the man's side again.This time, I heard the blood rush up his pudgy throat before it came ou
Aurora10:15pm.My head was against the cool window of Mr. King's car. The ride to my place had been a quiet one, mostly because I had nothing to say, and he wasn't much of a talker anyway.All I wanted to do right then was fly into my bed and black out into a deep, calm sleep where I could at least escape from the hell that I'd been through during the week.When we stopped by my apartment, he looked at it for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and looked back at me.I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag as he unlocked the door. "What?""The rent must be killing you," he said humorlessly.Another reason to remember my parents with nothing but animosity. What was the use of having rich parents who abandoned their own child to clean up their mess?I sighed with a shrug. "Well, some of us don't have the luxury of sitting around all day and expecting things to get done." I let it sink in for a moment, before opening the car door and sliding out of the car.I closed the door shut, looking at my
ALEXANDERI placed my phone down on the table before me, thinking long and hard. A voice call?The offer was incredibly tempting, even though it wasn't part of our initial agreement. From the video chats we'd had previously, I could already tell that she had a soft voice. It wasn’t just soft, a better word would be husky. It sounded oddly familiar, but I was too caught up in her beautiful body to think too deeply about it.I couldn't stop thinking about Aurora though, and the way she'd looked at me with so much hate and anger back at the alleyway. I always loved to push her to the limits just to see how much she could take. I needed to know that she had a backbone so badly, because it irritated me that somehow, she never got angry with me despite how I treated her.It made me feel like a fucking loser, like she was an angel and I was some kind of demon from the deepest, hottest, pits of hell.But today . . . I'd seen the fire in her crystal blue eyes as she'd told me off. I knew I'd p
AuroraThe next morning came like many others: simple, calm and with a touch of tittering birds outside the window that made me feel like Snow White.Dang. I sat up from bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a quick bath.As I stepped out of the bathroom, I realised that I actually didn't have to go to work today. And since it was a Friday, it meant that I automatically had three days of rest.With a whoop of victory, I shot my arm up into the air and did a little happy dance.The night before had been wonderful, with my pleasure sugar daddy lifting my mood with that deep, sexy voice of his. He had to be some minor god of some sort, because how could someone have such an effect on another person with merely his words? He'd led me to an orgasm three times. Three. Freaking. Times.The moment we were done, I'd drifted into sleep; my plan worked like a magic charm.I wrapped my towel tighter around myself as a knock came to my front door. I definitely couldn't have gone out without dre
AuroraOf all the things I planned on getting done, making a call to my employer on the app made a whole lot more sense.My whole day was spent within the walls of my home. For the first ie in so long, I'd actually had time to take care of myself. And I spent it well in my opinion. I cooked, cleaned, and when I was done, kicked up my feet on a stool and caught up on several episodes of my favorite Netflix show.It was while I was watching the show, that my phone rang. It was Karen. I felt a little guilty that I hadn't even called her in a while, but she'd understood that I was very, very, busy. I picked up the call and sighed."Hey, Karen. What's up?"The low, soft voice that belonged to none other than Karen floated through the phone. "Oh my God, Aurora. I've been trying to reach you. You wouldn't even pick up.""I'm sorry. Work has been so hectic, I haven't had time to get enough rest and sleep. I was going to call eventually, but I just couldn’t right now."I heard her own sigh as
AuroraThinking gave way to sleep, and by the time I came around, my phone was buzzing by my side on the couch. The TV was still blaring, and I could see two people on the screen in a heated embrace.I picked up my phone and reduced the volume on the TV at the same time. I answered the call without hesitation, already knowing who it was.His shirtless body filled up my screen, and my breath hitched in my throat. This man kept revealing layers of himself piece by piece with every new call, and I liked it a lot. It meant that he was getting more comfortable with me.I looked down at my attire of a baggy shirt with just my panties underneath. I hadn't thought he would have called, especially after our late call the night before, but now that he was calling, all logical reasoning flew out the window. He wanted to call me, so who cared? The more calls I got, the more I'd be paid, and the more I got paid, the more money I could have saved up in order to finally leave that company.His tanne
AuroraThe weekend flew by in a flash, and before I knew it, I was back to scrambling around my room at 7 am and trying my best to make it to work before 8 am.I'd almost sprained my ankle trying to wear my pants, but nothing could deter me.Every morning, my alarm would ring by 6 am, but I always hit the snooze button too fast for my mind to always acknowledge it. By the time my body would decide to wake up, it would already be an hour later. I'd tried so many things to break the cycle—setting multiple alarms at different times, sleeping early, and changing the position of my phone, but nothing ever worked. Maybe it was a sign for me to just give up.I sprayed some perfume to finish up m corporate look and made sure to take along my glasses with me. The last time I forgot it at home, I spent the whole day at work trying to edit scripts that I could barely read. It was torture, and Mr. King didn't help with his incessant complaints.I rushed out, made sure that my doors were locked, a