Chapter 7

Jamey

“The bet is off, I want her fired, I want her gone, in fact, I want her arrested for assault and battery,” I said, my hands shaking. My jaw clenched and unclenched on its own. I was fuming, visibly turning red.

To make things worse, my stupid best friend is laughing his ass off

“I love that girl. She actually slapped you right across your face, bro. I wish I were there. Why were you even snooping around her desk anyway?” He was laughing so hard he started to tear up

“I don’t see what is so fucking funny, Omar. This is my building and technically my office as well. I just gave her a little space. I can choose to snoop wherever and whenever I want. And it's not even snooping if you own everything.  The bet is off. I want nothing to do with her. She’s psychotic.” I truly believed she had to be Psychotic.

“But you have to commend her bravery.. Which other woman do you know would run into a dark office with her eyes closed to catch an intruder? Even? Even I wouldn’t do that. She’s sexy, dude. You have to admit it,” His voice even more irritating than before, now with the throbbing in my ear.  I could only imagine how much more he would laugh if he knew I was actually snooping around her desk to find out how she managed to complete those tasks I gave her some weeks ago. Petty but needed. I hated losing.

“She isn’t sexy, she’s crazy, she’s stubborn, she’s psychotic, she’s daft and weak,” I said, applying ointment to the bruise she left on my lip.

 She definitely wasn’t weak. I found that out the hard way, but I would rather die than admit that to Omar. Which woman would actually do such a thing? Attack an intruder. It was careless, crazy, and stupid. More reason to hate Miss white, she was irrational. She could have gotten herself hurt or worse, killed. The most Irritating part is that she was on top of me. Straddling me. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her.

Her thick thighs wrapped around my lower abdomen, her soft, full ass directly on my most intimate part. The warmth of her body engulfing me, the scent of her perfume, smothering me.

I couldn't breathe but didn’t want to.

The way her hips rocked me slightly as she tried to hit me. The truth was that I was moaning in pain, but not from the pepper spray. It was the pain of sexual starvation.

I hated her. Her confidence, her charisma, her smart mouth, the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she looked at me. But most of all, I hate the way my body reacts when I’m with her. I had no Intimate feelings for Meadow, it was purely hormones, Hormones I needed to get out of my system.

If her straddling me to cause me pain felt that good, I wonder how heavenly it would feel when she did it to cause me pleasure.

“Jamey? Hello? Earth to Jamey. Were you even listening to me?” Omar's voice brings me back to the present.

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Well, I said if you want to call off the bet..That's fine. I get you’re intimidated by her, I mean, she did just beat you up.” He stood up, adjusting his suit, and started walking towards the door, and twisted the handle.

“You’re really not that smart, Omar. Do you really think you can try to manipulate me by hitting my ego? But fine, the bet is still on. The only reason I'm still agreeing to this is the satisfaction of breaking Meadow white.” I say with a satisfied grin

Omar couldn’t hold back his full smile.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, bro. You like her. I can feel it.” He opens the door and leaves.

RING RING

“ Hi, soon-to-be-husband,” the high-pitched voice coming from the other end says.

“What do you want, Debby? I don’t have time for games. I'm busy.”

“Too busy for your own fiancé? That’s not very romantic of you,” I can hear the Neediness in her voice. Disgusting

“Yes, and don’t call me that. This marriage is strictly business. Don’t go having any ideas about love or romance. I despise you as much as you love me. Goodbye, Debby.” Tired of the conversation, I reach to hang up

“ Wait, Jamey baby, I love you. Why do you hate me so much?” I hear her sigh

Silence

“ Fine, you can go. Oh, and I heard you have a new female Secretary. I don’t like that. Fire her.”

A full mocking laugh escapes my throat.

“No”

I hang up.

I reach over my desk and pick up the office phone.

“Miss white, come to my office now.”

Let the games begin.

Meadow

My feet hurt from the position I was standing in. My neck hurt from the uncomfortable angle it was in against my boss's door. I had been in this position for the past 10 minutes trying to overhear the conversation between Jamey and Omar, but it was pointless. The man had soundproof walls and a soundproof door.

A million thoughts ran through my mind. Was I fired? Would he forgive me? Would he get me arrested? But it wasn’t even my fault. Why would he be in my office snooping? In the dark, for goodness sake? I acted in self-defense. I was innocent. In fact, if you really think about it, I'm the victim here.  I give a satisfied nod.

My mind goes back to the aftermath a few hours ago

"What the fuck! Meadow, it's me. Open your fucking eyes".

“ Mrr Salvadaor? Oh my Goodness! I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. Are you okay?” I say in shock

“Miss white could you please get off me before I lose my temper?”He said, failing to mask the rage in his voice.

“Oh yeah. My bad.” I got out of him as fast as I could.

As soon as I do. I miss his warmth. I could swear I felt something hard pressed against my intimate part, but it was probably my imagination.

“Meadow? Could you please explain to me why you ran into your office screaming with your eyes closed, and why do you have pepper spray?” He said, holding his hand to his face.

“Sir, I thought you were an intruder. I was only trying to do the right thing. And of course, I have pepper spray. It’s a dangerous world out there. I mean, there is a reason they call it a concrete jungle,” I said, proud of my response.

Silence. I wait for a response, but he’s just standing there trying to open his eyes. I watch as tears drip down his cheek.

“Get to work, Meadow. I will see you in my office later.”

Fuck. He was going to fire me. So much for my Fashion line.

“Yes, sir.”

A twist on the handle of the door makes me jump. I run back to my seat and try my best to look natural. Omar comes out with tears in his eyes, I assumed from laughing too much, and a huge smile. He gives me a wink as he walks by, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes pass, and I'm eager for him to call me in. Did he forget?

RING RING. The office phone

“Sir?”

“Miss white, come to my office now.”

“Yes, sir.”

I get up, adjust my dress, and walk to his office. I give a light knock on his door, but don’t wait for a response to enter.

“You wanted to see me, sir?. Sir, before you say anything, I am really sorry about the events of this morning. I was honestly trying to do the right thing. I didn’t know it was you. Please don’t fire me.” I say, looking at him directly in his eyes that were still red.

“Do you have a passport?”

“Excuse me?” I say confused

“Did I stutter?”

“Oh no, sir. I mean yes, sir. I have a passport.”

“Good. We have a business trip to Brazil on Friday. We will be staying all weekend, so pack accordingly. You can leave now,” He said, turning his attention to his phone.

“Oh, wow. Okay. But is that all you wanted to say?” I ask

“Yes, you can leave now.”

With that, I turn around and walk back to my desk.

A business trip? So I wasn’t fired?

Looks like I was going to get my fashion line after all.