91: Fingers and troubles.
KIKI.
I’ve had enough.
Enough of this people pushing me here and there, back and forth like I have no mind of my own. Enough of my boss standing in between denying whatever was between us and then accepting it on another time. I have had enough of him thinking he could speak for me or control me all because of nothing. He doesn't own me and who I speak or talk to wasn’t even supposed to be a concern of his.
He had gone too far by even insinuating that I was trying to seduce Mr. Luca Arts, that was my last straw and I lost it, my hands had connected with his face before I could control myself and if I were to be honest, I loved what I did.
He deserved every bit of that slap for all that I’ve gone through since I started to work directly for him.
I wish I could even stroke him a second time for always leading me on and then withdrawing. And I’m going to end it all today, it was high time.
I walked as carefully as I could in my new stilettos. I was in a pink blazer and black sleeveless gown that hugged every bit of my curve. My hair was tied into its usual puff and I had a little makeup on my face. Immediately I was in the Callisto building, people started their usual whispering and murmurs but then at this point,I couldn’t care less, not anymore.
They can keep it up for all I care.
I headed straight towards his office as soon as I got out of the elevator, no need to sit at a desk for any reason. I walked into his office without bothering to knock and there he was.
In all his beautiful glory. This would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so good looking. I hated myself for even noticing it right now after all the courage it had taken for me to arrive at this and take this step I was about to take. His looks was possibly one of the reasons why he got away with so many things and has a lot of women wanting him.
He sat there, his suit jacket hanging on the chair behind him, his tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his fingers tented in front of him. A look of total boredom sat on his perfect face. His eyes were boring into mine, but he said nothing, even as I stormed towards him.
“Giovanni, we need to talk.” I finally let out as I stood in front of him.
“We definitely need to.” He said in agreement as he got off his swiveling chair, went around his desk and then towards me.
I was about to keep talking when I felt his hands on my waist and then his face so dangerously close to mine. A million thoughts raced through my mind in that instant. The heat from his hand, burned through my gown and into my skin. Every muscle in my body tensed, as a shudder ran through me.
I instantly forgot whatever it was that I was there for, all I had practiced to say when I saw him, it all went missing as soon as he touched me.
What the hell was he doing?
My brain screamed at me to push his hand off, to tell him to never touch me again, but my body had other ideas. My nipples hardened, and I clenched my jaw in response.
Traitor nipples.
I let out the breath I’d been holding, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. At least a minute had to have passed, and neither of us said anything, our breathing and the muted noise of the city below the only sounds echoing in the still air of the office.
“I’m sorry for whatever pain I might have caused you, Kiki. I swear, I really am. I had no idea that you were being bullied at work and… and I am sorry for how I spoke to you yesterday too, I honestly don’t know why I said something as demeaning as that. I’m so sorry.” The sound of his voice broke the silence.
I gasped silently and closed my eyes at the sound. I straightened my back, eyes facing forward. Slowly I turned, his hand moving with me, sliding to my hip. I looked up to meet his eyes, and he looked intently back at me. More silence.
I could see his chest rising and falling; each breath deeper than the last. His thumb began to move, slowly sliding back and forth; his eyes never leaving mine. He was waiting for me to stop him; there had been plenty of time for me to say something. But as much as I hated him right now, I knew I couldn’t say those words.
It was just how I felt whenever I was around him, every muscle was tensed in anticipation. I could feel the heat emanating from his hand, coursing through my body, and the moisture beginning to seep into my panties.
With his eyes locked to mine, he began to slowly slide his hand lower. His fingers ran down my thigh, to the hem of my gown. He moved it aside and his hand rested on the tops of my thigh, curling his smooth hand around it in such a sensational manner. As his hand rose up my leg, my body trembled with the power of the rage and lust battling inside me.
I was angry that my body was betraying me so easily, that I was so aroused at the mam I was supposed to be angry at, that a simple touch from him could make my legs feel this jelly and my panties soaked.
The slow ache between my legs was building, and I could feel the wetness pooling as his fingers inched closer. He reached the edge of my lace panties and he slipped his fingers under the hem. I felt him slide against my hairless lips, and graze my clit before plunging his finger inside me.
I closed my eyes, and bit my lip trying to stifle my groan. When I looked down at him, his eyes were wild with lust, and beads of sweat were forming on his brow. I couldn’t help but wonder what I myself looked like right now.
His mouth soon took mine and his tongue probed my mouth deeper and deeper. As his tongue probed my mouth, his finger sank into my tightness. My head spun. I couldn’t concentrate and could only feel. He was the devil, the master seducer, he knew every bit of what he was doing.
I knew I had to stop this before it went further as usual, I had to say no, that was literally all I needed to say to get him to stop, yet it felt so heavy to say.
But then I got the needed strength as soon as his fingers got out of my insides and his tongue out of my mouth, “STOP!” I snapped.
His hands was immediately off my body and he tried to act normal even though the bulge showing in between his legs gave it away.
I stretched my right hand towards him, in it was a paper and them I said what I had been there for in the first place, “I quit.”












