Office Talk

{Zoe}

This man had me all the way messed up if he thought he’d make demands after he stole my damn dog and then challenge me to my face. I warmly smiled at him and turned to leave, switching out of his office and mean-mugging that bitch of a receptionist on the way out.

“What’s going on, girl?” Brianna asked from my passenger seat, waiting patiently like a ride or die in case shit popped off. I completely ignored her and opened the hatch on the back of the Jeep. I pulled out a fresh can of spray paint and my old softball bat and sauntered towards his gleaming BMW while I hummed a cheerful tune. I giggled while I painted ‘Micro Penis’ in bold red capitalized letters on the side of Elijah’s BMW. The funny part about this was that it wasn’t true. I could tell Elijah was packing some serious heat, even flaccid, but the passerbyers and his patients' owners didn’t know that.

I tossed the can to the side and sauntered towards the hood of Elijah’s car, and climbed on top. “I can’t believe you would do me like this!” I yelled as I took my first swing at the windshield. “How dare you cheat on me with that bitch! Just friends my fucking ass!”

That nosy-ass receptionist that had an obvious crush on Elijah came barreling out of the office and busted a quick u-turn when she saw me alternating between smashing his windshield with the bat and my feet. At this point, everyone who was in the office, including Elijah, was watching me wreak havoc on his car.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me! I gave you my virginity after you told me that you loved me, and you cheated on me with your pancaked ass receptionist!” I screeched, stomping towards the rear of the car. I pulled the bat as far back as I could and smashed the window into splintered pieces. “We were supposed to get married and adopt a house full of dogs, but instead, you’re out here getting your dick wet! You both got me fucked up!”

By now, I had successfully busted every single window out of Elijah’s car, and I was more than certain I got my point across.

“Baby, you’re so right. I’m a piece of shit, and I don’t deserve you,” Elijah agreed. My head cocked to the side like a confused puppy. I knew I was crazy but, Elijah’s cheese may have slid off his cracker. “Why don’t you get down and we’ll talk in my office. Don’t worry about the car. I’m not mad. It’s just a car, and you mean more to me than the car. The car can be replaced, but you can’t be replaced.”

I heard some awes resonate from the crowd and kissed my teeth at Elijah’s attempt to save face with his clients. I descended from the roof of his car, and Elijah had the audacity to hold his hand out to help me down. I slapped his hand away and dismounted like a G. “I want my dog,” I lowly demanded so no one could hear. “And you best believe that this is only a fucking taste of the mayhem I will cause in your life if you don’t give me what I want.”

“Noted,” Elijah snapped as he led the way back to his office. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, not wanting to be too close to me in case I decided to set it off one more good time. “Can you please leave your bat outside the door? I don’t want you tearing up any more of my shit,” Elijah gruffly demanded.

I tossed my bat aside and followed him into the office. He closed the door, took his white lab coat off, and hung it on the coat rack by the door. Elijah lowly chucked as he made his way to his desk, making me instantly regret leaving my softball bat outside the door. His chuckle reminded me of those crazy White boy laughs they do before they pop off. I rolled my neck and shoulders in anticipation. I owed his ass a beatdown anyway.

“Micropenis? Really? You had to go there, huh?”

“You have no one to blame but yourself. Now, where is my dog?” I snapped.

“He’s peacefully sleeping under my desk. Come and get him,” Elijah replied with a smirk on his face.

I narrowed my eyes at him as I cautiously approached his desk. The next thing I knew, Elijah yanked me forward by the front of my shirt and swiped a handful of items off his desk. “Let me go!” I growled as I desperately tried to pry my shirt from his powerful grasp.

“Fuck that. You’re about to pay for that little stunt from earlier,” Elijah sneered as he slammed me onto the desk. He planted himself in between my thighs and untangled his hands from my shirt, moving his grip to my neck. Before I could properly respond, he smashed his lips against mine, paralyzing me from reacting.

“Open up,” Elijah demanded as he tried to force his tongue in my mouth. My refusal earned a sharp bite to my bottom lip, causing me to whimper in pain as well as moisten in arousal. I willingly gave into him and sighed as his tongue caressed my tastebuds.

My body relaxed as his hands began to roam my body. “You’re gonna pay for my car,” Elijah rasped as he reached for the button on my jean shorts.

“What happened to don’t worry about the car and you’re not mad at me?” I smirked as he dragged my shorts off my body, tossing them in the background.

“That was me winning over the audience,” Elijah remarked before diving into my mouth again. He raised my arms above my head and attempted to peel my t-shirt off smoothly, but instead, he tore it in his haste to get to my bountiful breasts.

“You did not have to do that,” I gasped in irritation.

“Shut up.” he snapped, ripping my bra from my body. I returned the favor and tore open his dress shirt, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Elijah’s mouth gaped in surprise. I smirked at his sudden distress, waiting on him to make his next move.