Chapter 17 Confused

Emily

If someone told me that I would be swept off my feet by a smoking hot man and that I would look like Cinderella someday, I would have laughed in their face before screaming at the top of my lungs and calling them a lying bastard or bitch before asking them why they would lie to me like that. I would then run home and cry because that was who the old Emily was. Insecure and ugly, as the snobby brats at school would say.

Adam had made me feel special. The way his body was pressed against mine in a tight embrace as he danced with me slowly to the music. Our bodies moved in sync with one another and after all the dining and dancing was over, he had brought me home and had given me a very passionate kiss which was also my very first kiss. Pathetic, I know and to top things off, I had behaved like an idiot. Slapping him and running off just like Cinderella did when she saw the clock was just about to strike twelve. The only difference between her and me tonight was that I didn’t lose my glass slipper.

Taking off my heels, I discarded them at the door before I made my way into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, I caught some water into it from the tap before I made my way to the table where I plopped my ass down and took a large gulp. Sighing, I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I savored the moments I had with Adam tonight a few moments ago. The moments where his hand raked over mine before it trailed its way down to my ass giving it a nice gentle squeeze. Moaning just like I did when he grabbed it, I started to clench my thigh together as a fresh new set of juices started running down my thigh.

Quickly opening my eyes, I sighed to myself. It’s a mystery to me how reliving something that happened a few moments ago could cause a fire to set off in my loins. If I wasn’t a woman of morals I would’ve made him ravish me right there and then without a care––without a second thought but then I remembered that I was a virgin and it wasn’t something that should be given away based on the scenario that I got a man to touch and kiss me for the first time in my twenty-four years on this earth.

Shaking my head at how pathetic I am, I made my way to my mother’s room to check on her. Quietly opening the door, I made my way inside. Going over to where she was, I saw that she was fast asleep. Sitting down beside her, I gently stroke her hair as I watch over her. I could never imagine the pain she was going through but I definitely see it and hear it. I hear it and see it every time she moans and groans when her body is hurting, then she would look at me and smile through the pain and I will smile back at her acting like I didn’t notice before I go to my room and start to cry silently.

Her pains were getting worse, and every day I wish I had the ability to take some away. Adam had paid for her chemotherapy but she said that she didn’t want it. she didn’t want to go through that pain anymore or to waste her time trying to cure something that was at an incurable stage. Adam and I try to reason with her, but there was no luck. She was adamant about not doing it. Otherwise, from getting up from time to time to watching television as long as she could, she spent her time in her room laying down.

When my parents and I moved to Washington DC, and I was being bullied every day, I would come home crying before I sit on the couch with my mom and buried my head in her bosom. I would cry for hours and she would sit there and listen to my pain, hold me as my body shook and I would often find her crying also. Listening to her son while her tears hit the top of my head. She would always say to me, “I understand what you are going through, I understand your pain.” I had often thought that she said that because I was her daughter because there was no possible way she could understand how I feel––she doesn’t know how it felt like to be bullied. But sitting here right now, I finally understand how it feels to watch someone you love experience pain. Even though I am not going through the ordeal with her, I could still feel her pain,

Kissing her on her forehead, I got up and walked out, closing the door behind me. Walking to my room, I opened the door and went straight to my bed without turning on the light and flopped right down on it. Looking at the ceiling, I imagine what it would be like at work tomorrow and how I would react. Knowing how I am shy, I probably hide away from him most of the day. I was feeling overjoyed at the thought but when it dawned on me that I was his personal assistant and he was one bossy cock bastard. I knew that he would want me to be around him, torturing me with that mouth of his–––in a very PG manner.

Every time I am around him, I can feel the sexual tension and I wondered how long it was going to take before something more intense happened. All I know is that I don't think I will be prepared for it. Getting up, I got out of my clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Coming out a few minutes later, I dried off and got dressed in a camisole and pyjama shorts before climbing back into bed.

Hearing my phone beep with an incoming text, I was overjoyed because I thought it was Adam who had texted me but when I opened the message, I saw it was from an unknown number and the person who was stalking me.

“I see that he was kissing you and his hands were all over your body but in due time instead of him, it would be me. Until then, I will continue to wait my turn and tell him to keep his hands to himself if he wants to let them remain on his body.”

Feeling appalled, I was at a loss for words. This man, whoever he is, was watching my every move and was now threatening to do bodily harm to Adam. All I knew was that before I go to work tomorrow, I will be making a stop at the police station. Placing my phone on the bed, I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the text. I was successful as the message was no longer on my mind. Falling asleep a few moments later, I began to dream about Adam.

There he was, hovering over me before his lips came crashing down on my skin. Kissing my jaw, he made his way down to my neck before he substituted his lips for his tongue. I could feel my body shivering with delight–– anticipating what was about to come next. Making his way down, he reached my shoulder blades where he sucked hard, so hard that I knew it would leave one of those love bites. Smiling, I realized he was staking his claim and I loved it. Moving on, he came to my breast where he licked his way up to my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.

Quickly getting up, I felt hot all over. This was the second time I was having a dream about my boss. Some part of me wanted it to become a reality and another wanted it to be nothing more than just a dream. Settling back down in bed, I took deep breaths before I closed back my eyes and fell asleep once more.

Getting up from the sound of my alarm, I made my way to the bathroom where I showered, brushed my teeth then got dressed in a simple black dress and black heels. I was happy that today was Friday, which meant that I had the weekend all for myself. Walking to my mother's room, I told her everything that happened, deliberately leaving out the kiss and the part where he was groping my ass and I was enjoying it. My mom was swooning, saying that finally I was experiencing what normal feels like and not being tortured for once. To finally realize what I am worth. Smiling at her, I could see that she was happy for me and I was happy that she was happy, it’s not many days I see her smiling.

Bidding her goodbye, I kissed her on the cheek and left when Grace arrived. Hugging her before briefly exchanging pleasantries, I made my way to the bus stop. Waiting around roughly fifteen minutes, my bus finally came. Embarking, I took my seat and watched the people and the other cars buzzed by as my mom ran on my mind. Right there and then, I realized that Grace would soon leave, have to return to work and I would have to find a live-in nurse for her.

***

Arriving at work, I made my way to my office and sat down. I was waiting for Adam to call me but it seems he was busy or something. I was about to get up and go over his section when I heard him call my name. Opening the door that separates our office, I stepped into his and walked up to his desk waiting patiently to hear what he had to say. When he had called me over, I thought he was going to talk about last night but when he said something entirely different, I didn’t know if I was hurt that he didn’t bring it up or relieved.

“Do I have any meeting today Ms. Martinez?” He asked, staring at me intently.

“No sir,” was my simple reply.

“What about next week?”

“You do have a dinner meeting at seven on Monday and that's about it.”

“Don't you have the trip to Paris booked on Tuesday?” He asked casually like he had told me beforehand and now was reminding me.

“No sir, you didn't inform me about such a trip,” I said in a monotone.

“Okay, we are going on a trip on Tuesday to Paris. We will be spending an entire week packing enough clothes and also I expect you at the dinner meeting to take notes.”

“We?” I asked, in a shocked tone.

“Yes, we, Ms. Martinez.”

Staring at him, I spoke calmly, trying not to get upset. “You can’t just up and let me take a trip to Paris and just tell me a couple of days before the trip. I have my mom to look after, her close friend who is now looking after her is leaving on Monday. I don’t have enough money to find a replacement.”

“I can and I just did. Just pack your bags and be ready at eight, I will find someone to take care of your mom.”

Opening my mouth to object, he cut me off. “No objections. Now bring me my coffee and K. Archer and Samuels files.” Biting back the snarky remark, I mumbled under my breath before I made my way to the kitchen to make his coffee then to the files room to fetch the files.

Cocky.

Arrogant.

Self–centred bastard.

Handsome.

Sweetlips.

Somehow the words that were rolling off my tongue had changed course. It had moved from hate to the truth and I couldn’t help but blush when I remembered the taste of his lips on mine. Smiling, I then snap out of it and grabbed the files before making my way back to the kitchen for his coffee which was now finished, and then to his office where I placed everything in front of him.

***

Sitting down in the police station, I saw officers walking by every few minutes with a person in handcuffs. Some were being manhandled while some were being brought in calmly. Hearing my name called, I got up before I went to speak to the officer at the desk.

“How can I help you ma’am?” the young male officer asked.

Explaining the texts and the possibility of someone stalking me. The officer asked me to write it in words which I did before I handed him the paper. Telling me that it will be documented, he took my phone for a couple of minutes before he returned it and said that they will try to trace the text and as soon as they had an update they will call to inform me. Taking my name and my number, I thanked him before I left and went home.