Back Hone
Chapter 50
Ashley sat at the far end of the plane.
She had rejected two drinks from Rob.
She didn't want to talk to anyone. She didn't want anyone disturbing her at the moment.
Rob had told her that it was all for the work.
That Mikhail had fucked a woman just for work.
Was she supposed to feel happy that it was just for work? Or was she to feel glad?
She was angered to the core, sad, and felt very betrayed.
He had lied to her.
Last night..he had come to her, slept with her, and left to go to another woman.
She was sure a fool.
He never wanted her. He had just wanted to make sure she got pregnant so by the time he went to another woman and she were to get angry..his seed would be germinating in her. right?
She cleaned her eyes for the umpteenth time.
Her phone rang and she hung up seeing his name on the screen.
He had hurt her so much and she would make sure he suffered for that.
The plane came to a halt after it had driven slowly down the road.
It was a private plane and thank God..they weren't using the main port.
She got down quickly and got into the car.
She was feeling like shit already.
Seeing the look on the men's faces.
Did they know that their marriage was fake too? She doubts it.
Getting into the car..she heard one of them whisper.
"Madam is sad, I have never seen her this angered before, she's always filled with smiles... seeing her looking like this is not fair at all."
She kept silent, cleaning her eyes and smiling at Rob.
"Let's go."
"Ma'am?"
"Do you want to stay behind or go with me? If yes to staying..then you're free, but if yes to going with me..then shut up and drive Rob." She said, and he nodded igniting the engine of the car.
The car zoomed out of the port and out to the road.
*****
The white blinds were folded up to the small lines.
The office seemed too large for Sandra but she didn't say a word.
Picking the files and photocopying them, she brought out another photocopied piece and sighed.
Her machine was having problems and there was no way she'd finish the job that was handed over in thirty minutes if it was to be like this the whole time.
Looking up she frowned when she saw her Boss's eyes fixed on her office.
She hated when he stared.
He'd stare as if she were a piece of art kept in the gallery for displacement.
She hissed, walking to the blinds and pressing the button to bring the blinds down.
Her intercom shook and she walked out of her office to the next.
"Sir?"
He said nothing, his fingers still tapping on different keys on the keyboard.
"Sir?!" She called louder and he looked up.
"Are you stupid?" He asked and she sighed.
"I'm so sorry for yelling sir, I called but you were not answering so I thought maybe you've gone deaf and..."
"Shut up." He glared at her and she nodded.
"What is it, Sir? You called for me." She said and he nodded, pausing what he was doing and looking up.
"I heard your sister is back in Seattle." He said, and she frowned.
Wait. How did he know that?
"How did you know that Sir?" She asked, and then it dawned on her that he was a friend of Mikhail.
"I was wondering why she came back so quickly?" He said again.
"How would I know? I heard she got information that cheated on her..bet she's here to see for herself. You shouldn't worry about some other couple's problems instead worry about yours." Sandra replied, and gave him a slight bow.
"Is that an insult?"
"I would never dare insult you Sir, how dare I?" She feigned a smile and he sighed.
"Go prepare, we're going to the mall." He said and she frowned.
"What mall? Why are we going to the mall?" She asked.
"We're going to a conference meeting with some Russian investors and there's no way you're going dress in that." He said and her frown deepened.
What was wrong with her dress? She was looking good.
"What's wrong with my dress?" She asked and he huffed.
"Do you want me to elaborate on what you're wearing right now Sandra?" He asked and she scoffed.
Earlier when Ashley had sent some clothes over for her, she had folded and ironed them. She would never wear those expensive things to work when she had a lesser dress.
She was wearing a pencil black skirt and a blouse that was so tight..that it pushed her breast up inaaay she didn't like it t but she had no choice anyway.
"Your skirt is torn from the back line to a very short distance that if you were to bend..." He threw a pen to the floor. "And pick that pen picking the pen.
And just as she bent down, her eyes dilated and she remained still hearing the sound of tears filling the air.
There was no way she'd get up.
The worst part was that she was bending in front of him, and her butt was facing him which means..his eyes were fixed on her butt right now.
She was putting on lacy blue pants.
She hated tights, they made her feel too tight and with the right pencil skirt..there was no way she'd breathe if she were to wear a tight one.
"You've proved your point right, so get up." He said, sighing as if her pants being out of her body and showcasing to him was a normal thing to do.
Sandra stood up slowly, she had to be careful so it would not rip out entirely.
Turning to him, she walked from the table and dropped the pen with a loud bang.
"You knew this would happen and yet you allowed me to do that. You pervert!" She cussed and he said scoffed.
"I have seen a lot of lacy blue pants to know that... that one you put on is an original one from Italy. And it is making me wonder how you got to wear a pant from Italy Sandra!"
TBC
