*This story has two OCs in it. Namine and Sine. This story follows both (more Namine than Sine), but I wanted to make you aware of that. Read if you dare.*

Mirrors

Chapter 1

Another day at the office.

Oh what a joy it was working for a scumbag such as her boss, but it was great pay so she wasn't complaining. Raking a hand through her honey blonde hair, her emerald green eyes scanned the hallway, knowing he was either in his office screwing another tramp or in a meeting. No matter, she had time as she walked into her own office and sat down, setting her briefcase on the desk, and started looking over the documents. Yes, this would definitely bring in the big bucks for 'Thuganomics Recording Studios 101'. The name was lame as far as she was concerned, but then again, it really didn't matter to her. She was here to do one thing and one thing only, which was to sign deals and rake in the dough.

John pushed open the double oak doors to the board room, allowing the producers and their talent to file out, nodding and shaking hands with them. When they'd all disappeared from sight, he sighed, unbuttoning his shirt, and raked a hand through his hair. He made his way to his own office, a slow sensual smirk spreading across his face when he seen one of his agents. Namine. Such a beautiful name for an even more gorgeous woman. He watched as she sat at her own desk in her office, crossing his arms over his broad, muscular chest, and leaned in her doorway.

"Hello gorgeous, how's the work coming?" He asked, not really interested in that, but it would suffice for now.

This was how it went as Namine kept her eyes on the document before her, sighing deeply, and finally pulled he eyes from the paperwork to stare up into his blue eyes. Those cold, uncaring blue eyes that had every woman swooning over him within a fifty mile radius. The man had a radar on him and a magnet that attracted floozies from all over the place. Namine lost count at how many times she'd walked into his office and seen him zipping up his pants as yet another slut stared at him admirably. Womanizer was the only word Namine could truly describe her boss as, but of course, she'd kept her thoughts and feelings to herself.

It churned her stomach, but Namine couldn't do anything about it and sighed heavily as she replied, "I got another deal signed today. I'm just looking over the contract to make sure everything is finalized, Mr. Cena."

"Which deal is that?" John murmured, bending down on the pretense of reading the paperwork, but instead burying his nose in her hair. "Mmmm…you smell delicious." He purred, his voice dripping with seduction. "What scent is that?"

"The Coleman deal. He's a huge hip hop rising star and I figured we could land a good deal with him, which I did." She answered in that soft, meek voice, hating it when he got this close to her, and sighed heavily once more. 'Why can't he find someone else to annoy and harass?' She wondered silently and pulled her head back abruptly from his nose. "It's called shampoo and conditioner, Mr. Cena. You should try it sometime." She smiled sweetly back at him, loving her rhetorical comebacks she always threw his way.

"Funny." John replied, clearly not amused. He stood up and moved behind her, leaning down so his cheek was pressing against hers, and loved how soft she felt. "You got a mouth on you, Namine. Maybe you should try putting it to better use." His voice was low and suggestive, obviously referring to something in particular. "Why don't you come join me in my office for…lunch?"

"How about not and say I did?" Namine retorted once more, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and rolled her eyes, pulling her face away from him. This man unnerved her to no avail and no matter how many times she would threaten him to quit, Namine knew it would never happen. She loved her job too much, just not this part of it. "I already ate, Mr. Cena, but thank you for the offer anyway." She respectfully declined, the professionalism once again in her voice, and raked a hand through her hair, trying to ignore his presence behind her.

"So come have a drink with me to celebrate your new friend." He tapped the papers in emphasis, not put off by her refusal. If anything, the chase always made it more fun. Sometimes, he actually thought he loved chasing his prey more than catching it so easily.

"I'm not a big drinker, Mr. Cena, but once again, thank you for the invitation. Why don't you go ask Stacy down in the recording department? I'm sure she'd love to join you for that drink." She suggested, hoping that got his attention off of her, and started flipping through the papers once again. No matter how many times she declined his offers, he never stopped and it was getting rather old. After all, after a full year, wouldn't' anyone get tired of hearing the word no?

"Stacy?" John echoed, sounding like he didn't recognize the name, and snapped his fingers when it came to him. "Oh…her. No, I'd rather not. Come on, Namine, I don't bite…" He promised, his words trailing off with a sultry grin playing on his red lips. "I nibble." He whispered, his mouth hovering right over her ear.

Swatting his mouth away from her ear, Namine groaned in discomfort and cracked her neck. It was moments like these where she really wanted to punch this moron in the nose, but refrained, knowing he'd fire her instantly. "I don't want you nibbling, biting, or doing anything of the sort to me, Mr. Cena. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do unlike SOME of us." She stated in a low voice before scooting her chair into her desk. It was so tight, her stomach was pressing firmly against the desk edge, and started going over the documents once more.

John just chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt and bent down over her again, one hand on either side of her, trapping her between his body and the desk. "You work too hard, you should try playing sometime, Namine. Relieve some of that pent up tension." He suggested, his tone almost casual. Almost.

"I don't play, Mr. Cena." She replied vaguely, but her tone dripped with seriousness as she felt him leaning over her, knowing this would continue for a good hour or so. No matter, she could handle it, always did, and always would as she raked a hand through her hair. "Besides, if we don't get this contract finished and signed, Coleman will go elsewhere and therefore, lose YOUR precious company more money." Namine pointed out with a smirk on her face.

"Coleman isn't going anywhere and we both know it, Namine." John retorted, snorting, arrogant to a fault. "One, this is the best offer he's gotten. Two, how could any man refuse a pretty face like yours?" He spun her chair around so she was facing him, lowering his head so they were almost nose to nose, and licked his upper lip slowly with the tip of his tongue. "You sure about that not playing?"

"Positive." She answered without hesitation, her arms crossed in front of her chest, and stared back at him. Those cold, emerald green eyes stared back into his crystalline colored evil orbs and she wasn't intimidated in the least. "Can I get back to work now, Mr. Cena?" She asked coolly, refusing to show her temper, and sighed nonchalantly.

John clucked his tongue, looking at her like she was out of her mind. How could she resist him? No other woman could! "I don't understand you sometimes. All you do is work when you could be…doing something much more interesting." Him mainly is what he was referring to and Namine knew it. "If I didn't know any better, Namine, I'd think you were a lesbian."

Namine raised an eyebrow at him, pursing her lips together tightly, and slowly snaked her tongue out to lick them. "Is that right?" She shrugged absentmindedly. Wasn't the first time she'd heard that statement and it wouldn't be the last as she leaned back in her chair, and kept arms crossed firmly over her chest. "Trust me, Mr. Cena, even if I WAS a lesbian, which I'm not, you still wouldn't be able to watch." She informed him, her voice low, calm and collected, refusing to allow him to get a rise out of her.

John grinned at her words, a grin that normally sent the other women in the company into spasms, his blue eyes twinkling, loving how feisty and stubborn she was. It was one of the many traits that attracted him to her and made him want her that much more. This only made the chase more thrilling to him as well. He knew when he finally caught her, and he would no doubt about that in his mind, it would be worth it. "Aww, why not?" He questioned, sounding mockingly hurt. "Afraid you might like being voyeuristic?"

Sighing, Namine stared at her nails, seeming undisturbed by what he just said, and ran a hand through her hair. "I wouldn't let you watch even if you were the last man on the planet, Mr. Cena." She stated in a sweet voice, smiling serenely back at him, her own green eyes staring at him knowing. "I know what you're all about. I know what you want and going to tell you, like I've been telling you for the past year, the answer is and will remain no." She was making it sound so simple, unnerving almost.

Still not phased, John decided to make at least one more shot before leaving Namine to do her work. He dropped one of his hands so he was gently squeezing the back of her neck, his fingers trailing gentle circles over her delicate skin. "What is it you think I'm all about, Namine?" He whispered in a question, his voice low and soothing. "Because I bet I can surprise you."

"I'll tell you exactly what you are, Mr. Cena…" Namine's words trailed off as she brought her hand up, caressing his face with the back of it gently. "A womanizer who thinks every woman worships the ground you walk on and bows at your feet and every whim and wants to screw your brains out." She simply finished, a bittersweet tone to her voice, and pushed his hand away from rubbing the back of her neck. "If I need a neck massage, I'll go to a professional for it, Mr. Cena." Crossing her arms in front of her chest once again, Namine stared at him, waiting for his next comeback. She loved spitting it back in his face every single time and sometimes thought she enjoyed it a little too much.

John's eyebrows drew together for a brief moment before he stood up abruptly, pulling her with her by her upper arms. "A womanizer huh?" He questioned, wanting to clarify if he'd heard her right, and smirked, his voice dripping with raw sexuality. "Nice to know your opinion, Namine…" He trailed off, his mouth hovering over hers. "Mind if I try changing it?"

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Cena…" Her words traced off, her own voice dripping with mock seduction as she pressed her hands against his chest, shoving him away from her. "I do mind." Namine finished, that same bittersweet tone in her voice.

Though, deep down inside, she was quaking and shaking from this man's touch. Her boss was very persuasive, which is why he'd gotten his way with almost every woman that worked for his recording studio. He'd been very convincing with all the women he'd slept with and it was just a matter of time before she ran out of excuses and had to resort to more…physicality. She refused to give herself to a womanizer who would screw her and then shove her away like she was yesterday's trash. Namine had more respect and morals for herself than that.

Chuckling, John shook his head back at her. "One of these days, Namine…" He licked his lips hungrily, eyes roaming over her appreciatively, and knew the catch would be that much sweeter. "When you're done with that contract, bring it to my office. I want to look it over." He informed her before winking obscenely and walked out of her office. The sound of him whistling merrily floating back to her.

As soon as he walked out of her office, the door closing behind him, Namine dropped down in her chair, her heart pounding furiously against her chest. Her entire body was trembling from being that close to her boss and couldn't believe the effect he'd had on her. The power he held in those crystalline eyes, the sheer lust they held. Namine sighed heavily and shook her head mentally, trying to get back to doing her job, what she was there to do, though her mind kept straying to her boss's antics. She knew he was on the verge of running out of patience with her, but she didn't want to be just another notch in his playboy belt. Namine refused to do it as she closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart beat and pulse, and ran a hand down her face in frustration. Truth be told, she sometimes wondered what it would be like to screw her boss, but she had more self respect and morals in herself than to do something that vile.

John was still grinning when he walked into his office, barely shooting his secretary, Jen, a glance, something he generally did. She'd always wear short skirts that showed off her incredible legs and creamy smooth thighs along with tops that showed off a good portion of her cleavage and he'd had her in his bed. He was too busy thinking about Namine…That woman was a stubborn pistol and that turned him on. He groaned, closing the door behind him, and walked over to the small corner bar, pouring himself a shot of scotch, and downing it.

He walked over to the window and stared out, his eyes thoughtful. John knew she'd come around eventually, they all did. Finally, another one of his patented cocky smirks spread across his lips, she hadn't gotten away from him yet. She still had to come by this afternoon and he couldn't wait for it. "Till then, gorgeous…" He murmured to himself before downing his second glass of scotch.

Namine took her time doing the Coleman contract, wanting to make sure every single detail was completed, and knew she'd have to face her boss eventually. Yet again, she'd have to break his heart. Oh what a shame! Namine rolled her eyes as she shook her head, trembling a little at the thought of being alone with him, but she had no alternative. All contracts had to be finalized and sighed through the boss, which royally sucked in her favor.

Still, she'd keep up with these games until it got down to brass tactics and would defend herself if need be. She didn't take four years of self defense classes for her health. After finishing the contract, Namine stood up from her chair squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath. She before walking out of her office, toward her boss's, prepared for whatever he was about to dish out to her this time.