CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2

ANNIKA

He didn’t fire me.

Not because he loved me but because he knows I am the only one who tolerates him, the only one who can handle him, and most of all, the best at what she does.

After that day, when I saw him in his full glory, things had changed drastically.

“Annika, what does my schedule look like today?” He asked, his voice normal, put together and authoritative.

“You have a meeting with the team in Egypt and your dad wants you to come home with Sophie. Also, Julie sent in a new list for a chef to hire.” I answered, walking behind him. His scent, woody and spicy, same old but today, they smell rather, toxic, and for stupid reasons, I like it.

Crash!

My face collided with something hard; my tablet hit the ground and the files in my hand flew in the air.

Shit.

“Ms. Annika, are you okay?” The colleague I bumped into rasped, worry slipping through his voice. His hands were trembling as he helped pull the papers together.

What the hell am I doing?

Pull yourself together, Annika.

Silence.

He didn’t move, nor did he say a word.

By the time, I had pulled myself together, our eyes finally met. His blue eyes just stared back at me, no expression whatsoever. When I said things changed drastically, I didn’t mean for Isaiah but rather for me.

For you to understand what I mean, let me take you back to the weekend I saw my boss’s dick.

So, after he came downstairs, I apologized to him.

“I’m really sorry. I should have left the moment you stepped out.”

“It’s fine, Annika as long as you do not bring it up.” He blurted, not sparing me a glance but I was sure he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it and he wasn’t the type to hold grudges.

For the rest of that evening, we talked about work, Sophie scolded us for being workaholics but she stayed with us anyways. Isaiah made dinner because, he is so fucking perfect. He can do anything.

And everything was normal and calm until the moment I closed my eyes to sleep.

And that’s when it started.

That was when I began to see my boss in my dream, naked and stroking me. Holding me in places he shouldn’t. Placing me in a position that I never even knew existed.

For fuck sake, why the hell am I dreaming about this mean handsome, sexy annoying, grumpy man?

And why is he so sexy in my dream?

Every night whenever I close my eyes, Isaiah appears in bed with me.

His striking deep blue eyes stare at me like they want to devour me.

“Hey there, Annika.” Isaiah would say in my dream, with a smile that makes it so hard to resist him. He would hold my hands and guide them down his shaft and ask me to stroke it.

“Come on, Annika, you know you want to stroke it.” He would say and when I try to resist, which rarely happens, he would bite my neck until I moan.

We don’t have sex in my dream but he does a lot of things that would never make me see him the same again.

Every night, he is doing something new.

Four nights ago, he sucked on my tits, while using his ten-inch cock to stroke my entrance. I was so frustrated, I almost forced his cock inside of me.

“Easy now, Annika, one step at a time. Don’t you like it when I suck on your tits?” He would say and pinch me while mocking me with those mean seductive eyes.

Three nights ago, he went down on me, his tongue stroked me and I never knew it could feel so good.

“You taste so good, Annika. I don’t want to stop.” He moaned into my entrance.

This is supposed to be a dream but it feels real…it always felt so real.

Last night, I sat on his face.

And I humped on him shamelessly until I came all over his face.

Now how the hell am I supposed to look at him the same when in my dream, he was dripping with my cum all over his face?

“Annika!” His deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts. His eyes bore into mine, searching, analyzing.

One thing I hate to admit….Isaiah knows me well, just as I know him well enough.

We have been together for five years and during those five years, I have seen things and heard things.

“What is wrong with you?” He rasped, taking off his jacket before sliding into his chair.

“Huh?” I whimpered, unable to look at his face, so I buried my face in the ground.

Silence.

“Is this about Jake?” He asked.

What the?

My head bobbed immediately, a mean scowl appeared on my face, “What?”

He sighed and slipped a cup of coffee in front of me, “You might not mention it but around this time every year, for the last four years, you always get moody, especially after what he did to you. If you are having a rough time let me know, I’ll give you a day off or maybe hang out with Sophie.” He muttered.

Oh my fucking goodness.

“You…You…. argh…you obnoxious self-centered, know-it-all.” I grunted, teeth gritted, eye widened.

Cough! He spat the coffee he sipped. His brows arched, he didn’t have to say the words for it was written all over his face. “What the hell?”

“Why the hell will you remind me about that douche bag! I had completely forgotten about him and now you have ruined my mood.” I fired.

He gasped. Speechless.

“I am going to pretend like you did not just insult me, your boss, the one paying you….So, if Jake was not the reason you have been out of it, why are you so distracted? Are you in another relationship? I thought you said you were done with those?” He fired, irritated, pissed. It was written all over his face.

My fist clenched as I stared at him, wanting to drive my fist into his face.

How do I tell him that he is the reason I have been out of my mind?

And Jake?

Why did he have to mention Jake?

That son of a gun who assaulted me.