AnnieMJ, this is for you.
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Guess what? I feel horrible. I cheated on my girlfriend. I'm an idiot. Anyway, I'm home now waiting for the water guy to come collect. He's late. What a douche canoe.
It's ok douche water guy, I'm not much better.
But I mean he's really late. It's 8 pm now and he should've been here a while ago. Lilly get's home at nine and so help me if he shows up when she's home, I'll kill him. I'll do it. Gah, I'll just call the company.
I grab my cell phone and phone book then sit down on the couch.
"Los Angeles Water Services how may I help you?" Some lady says.
"Uh, yes I a guy was supposed to come and get my water payment today but he never showed." I say.
"Alright what's your address?" She asks.
"1214 62nd Avenue East, Los Angeles California 90263" I say.
"Ok… Miley Stewart?" She asks.
"That's me." I say.
"Oh, well it says right here that it's been paid." She says.
"What?" I say in disbelief. For the love of all this good and holy… if Lilly found out and paid for it…
"It's been paid for. Actually the next six months are paid for." She says. "… Ma'am? Ma'am are you still there?" I hear after a little bit.
"Uh, yes" I say.
I don't believe it… the next six months?
"Um… may I ask who paid for it?" I ask.
"Let me see here… that's been restricted to anonymous." She says.
"Ok… thank you" I say hanging up. Couldn't have been Lilly.
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Work. I hate work. I hate where I work. Simple as that.
I walk into the lobby and walk up to the receptionist. "Miley Stewart" I say for her to clock me in.
"No can do Stewart." She says.
"Why not…?" I ask.
"It says you don't work here anymore." She says tapping her computer screen.
"What? No no, I work here." I say mostly to myself.
"Not anymore"
"But- you… you can't just fire me." I argue. "She can and did I guess." She says completely uncaring to my rage.
Fire me? Oh fuck no. I ignore her and stomp though the doors anyway. I walk right over to the elevator where, to my luck, the same guard from last night is there. I glare at him and he immediately opens the elevator.
Once I'm at the top I speed walk to Mikayla's office door. I hit the intercom button.
Nothing.
I hit it again. And wait. How could she just fire me? For no reason! And now I'm impatient. Mikayla's top floor receptionist walks by and I stop her.
"I need to see Mikayla." I say.
"She's busy." She says trying to walk past me.
"Seriously, I could snap you in half right where you stand without any hesitation. Open the fucking door." I say in a tone only the devil would love. She looks petrified.
She quickly walks to the door and unlocks it then speed walks off. I open the doors and step in to her office. She's not anywhere in sight so I turn to the fogged glass doors. I completely ignore any sounds I hear and burst through them.
Unfortunately, this is where my luck runs out. I walked in on Mikayla in the middle of a sex session with some chick. She's on top and was giving this girl under her what looked like the best pleasure of her life till I walked in. At least Mikayla has a shirt on.
"S-Stewart?" She stutters out of breath.
"Was I not good enough or what?" I ask with a raised voice.
"Huh?" She breathes out.
"Why'd you fire me?" I yell. The girl under her tries to move but Mikayla stops her.
"Stewart, can this wait?" She says uncomfortably.
"Hell no! You can continue humping this slut some other time." I yell. At that the girl manages to get away from Mikayla and sprints out of the room... bare ass naked. Mikayla scrambles to grab sheets to cover the bottom half of her body. What is she so uptight about, I've seen her naked before.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She spits.
"You! Why did you fire me?" I ask again.
"What? I didn't." She says.
"Then why did I have the receptionist tell me I didn't work here anymore?" I say walking up to her.
"How should I know? Remind me to fire her, but I sure as hell didn't fire you." She says shrinking away a bit and pulling up the covers.
"If you didn't fire me then why did she tell me that I don't work here anymore? Why would she risk her job? And what are you hiding under there?" I ask.
"It's nothing, and again I have no idea why she said that. I didn't fire you. And don't ever do anything like this again." She says sternly.
"The hell I won't! If you're as good as a business woman as you claim, you wouldn't have had this problem to begin with." I say.
"Are you honestly gonna stand there and judge the way I run things?" She asks in a dark tone, standing up and coming close to me.
Under normal circumstances, I'd think she was intimidating. But in her haste to intimidate me, she didn't bother trying to cover herself up anymore.
"I knew you were always happy to see me." I say with a smirk. Her glare instantly drops and she glances down. Now, I'm no expert on dicks, but this strap-on is very realistic.
"Not really but since you're here…" She trails off looking back up at me. This girl is unbelievable.
"No" I say flatly.
"Why not?" She asks.
"You just had that in some other chick." I say cringing. "Anyway, if you didn't fire me then what happened?" I ask.
"I promoted you" She says walking to a closet.
"P-promoted me?" I say astonished.
"Yupp, you work on the second floor now." She says rummaging through the closet.
Promoted? "Why?" I ask.
"Because I think you've earned it." She says pulling something out. Don't get me wrong, I'm stoked because now I get a raise, but… I don't think I could do my job without Kenny. I mean, he's the one who coaches me through everything. We're actually really good friends, I love the dude.
"What if I don't wanna go?" I ask.
"I don't think you really have a choice… but why wouldn't you?" She says genuinely confused.
"I don't wanna go unless Kenny comes with me." I say.
"The bartender? I already have a second floor bartender." She says unhooking the strap-on.
"Fire him. You seem to like doing that anyway. Or better yet, switch them. Kenny could probably bring in way more." I say.
"Hmm… nah." She says putting an identical strap-on on. This one is different however. It has these little suction cup things with wires attaches to them that she's sticking in different places.
"It's a new technology some kid from MIT created. Feels like you actually have a dick." She says closing the closet.
Ok… "Why not? Kenny's the best there is." I argue.
"Ok" She says walking back over to me.
"So you'll do it?" I say smiling.
"Nope" She says monotone.
"Ugh… well I'm not going without Kenny" I say.
"Suit yourself. It's the second floor or you're actually fired this time." She says. I hate how she does this. Traps you into losing. Then again… she is the boss.
"So… you wanna touch it?" She says excitedly.
"No." I say in a duh tone.
"Why not?" She whines. She whines?
"Because I'm not interested in your artificial penis. No matter how real it feels." I say.
"Fiiine" She pouts taking it off. She's like a little kid. I've never seen this side of her… it's… almost playful.
"So I guess this will be my two week notice." I say. Please for the love of god work.
"Huh?" She asks.
"If Kenny can't come, then I guess I'm done." I say. She looks so conflicted.
"Fine. Be one your way then Stewart." She says walking to another closet. Ok… that didn't go the way I planned. It's ok Miley, you still have until you reach the door for her to stop you and beg you to stay. If she says nothing by then, then crawl back to her on your knees and beg for your job back.
I slowly make my way out of her bedroom and in to her office. Come on Mikayla… beg. I walk as slow as I can till I reach her door. You have got to be kidding me. Well, I guess it's time to bite the bullet. She's gonna enjoy this way too much.
"Miley, I wish there were words to express my contempt for you" I hear her say. I turn around to see her now fully dressed in her usual white button up shirt, tie, and black skinny jeans. That's odd, she used my first name.
"Well I can't say that pretty things are in mind when it comes to you either." I say matching her statement.
She sighs then crosses her arms. "Fine, I'll switch Kenny and whoever the hell I have working on the second floor." She says.
"Really?" I say with a huge smile on my face.
"Yeah, now go" She says nodding towards the door.
"But why?" I ask. I wanna know why she promoted me. "Because I want you out of my office. You already wrecked my sex for the day, so I'm irritated. Let's try not to piss me off more." She says sitting down at her desk.
"I knew that, I meant why you promoted me" I say.
"You bring in a lot of bills. I'm always hearing things about "the chick whose hard to get". And you've always been a bit too classy for the first floor. Side note, as soon as you want to switch your profession to prostitution, let me know and I'll send you to the third floor." She says with a small smile.
"Ok, that'll never happen and why automatically the third floor? Don't you have to prove yourself first?" I ask.
"You did. It involved that bedroom, about an hour, lots of screaming. Pretty sure you were there." She says in a duh tone.
Oh… was I really that good? I mean, I always keep Lilly satisfied.
"Ok Stewart, either go now, or the bedroom is always open." She says smirking.
"Why did you pay for my water?" I ask flatly.
"What?" She asks monotone.
"Mikayla, you can hear sex a mile away, don't act like you didn't hear me." I say.
She stands up and walks over to me, jaw clenched. God that is so intimidating… I really need to stop being a smart-ass to my boss.
"Why is it that you don't know when to shut your fucking mouth. Everyone else here knows there boundaries, but for some bizarre reason you don't have any. I will break you Stewart. You will learn respect. And you're gonna bleed." She says quietly. I match her hard stare.
"If you hate me as much as you say you do, then why did you pay for my water?" I ask also matching her tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about" She says.
"The hell you don't. I called yesterday, they told me." I say getting close to her face. And that's where her stare breaks.
"Damnit doesn't anyone understand what the fuck "anonymous" means? Of course not. Just a bunch of fucking high school drop-outs with no future." She says talking to one in particular. My jaw is on the floor.
"You paid for my water?" I ask in disbelief.
"Yeah that's what you just… wait…f…fuck." She says slapping her forehead. "You fucking suck Stewart" She says looking back up at me.
I can't help it. I wrap my arms around her and give her the biggest hug ever. EVER.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best boss ever!" I say with a huge grin.
"Uh… you're welcome?" She says unsure of what to do.
"I'm not letting go till you hug me back" I say holding her tighter. She smells so good.
"Let go" She says.
"Not until you hug me." I say. She sighs. We're perfect height for each other.
I lay my head on her chest and she stiffens up. "Let go" she says sternly.
"Hug me" I say.
"Stewart, so help me I will rip you off me" She says.
"That's something I bet you thought you'd never say" I say looking up at her. Her jaw clenches again. I win. She timidly wraps her arms around me and… wow… I feel safe. "See this isn't so bad right?" I say laying my head on her chest again.
"Uh… I guess not." She says relaxing a bit.
Our little moment is cut short when her doors randomly open. I'm already facing the door and Mikayla turns her head quickly.
"Aww, you too are just adorable." We both hear.
"Hank…" Mikayla greets with a smile.
"Remind me to fire my receptionist." She says to me through her smile.
"Why?" I whisper.
"That's twice today someone's walked in on me doing something I'd rather no one see." She says letting go of me.
"Well hello hello… what's this…" Hank says running his eyes all over me. Shit… that's right, I'm in my uniform. "Didn't mean to interrupt the… very happy couple." He says winking at Mikayla. She looks confused for a moment then realizes what he's talking about.
"Oh… we were just-"
"No no, by all means, continue" A younger looking guy says cutting me off and stepping out from behind Hank.
"Now Robert we can't ask lovers to put on a show, only whores and porn stars" Hank says with a laugh.
"Who's he?" Mikayla asks.
"This is my nephew, Robert. He's the next big porn producing hit! Robert, this is Mikayla Marshall. You could learn a thing or two from her." Hank says.
"It's a true pleasure to meet you" Robert says.
"Yeah. Uh… Sweetie… would you wait for me in the bedroom." Mikayla says awkwardly. I nod and walk into the bedroom, closing the doors behind me.
And now, I wait.
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"Stewart" I hear. I don't move. "Stewart…" I hear again. I roll over and continue sleeping. "If I do you while you're asleep is that considered being a pervert?" She asks. I ignore her. "I'll take that as a no" She says. I hear a zip and my eyes pop open. I spring off the bed and stare at her wide eyed. "Jeez chill, I was joking." She says zipping her pants back up.
"Just wanted to make sure you were" I say. I look around and notice it's light outside. "How long have I been out?" I ask yawning.
"Long enough to where you're shift is over" She says.
"Oh… sorry… why'd you let me sleep?" I ask.
"You looked like hell" She states simply.
"Really? You couldn't have said that any nicer?" I ask.
"Sorry, you looked like you could use it" She says with a cheesy smile.
"Thank you" I say returning a smile.
'"What happened to Hank and Robert?" I ask.
"They left about ten minutes ago. Longest meeting ever, but he decided to invest four million into my condom company." She says with a proud smile.
"Uh, good?" I say.
"Very, well, for my anyways." She says with a cocky smile.
"Yeah… well I guess I should go." I say walking past her.
You see, Mikayla, has magic hands. She does these things that just make you go "WTF". As I walked past her my top was mysteriously unhooked, falling abruptly off my shoulders to the floor. I quickly bend over to pick it up but Mikayla kicks it away then puts on a guilty smile. I stand up to glare at her but that was a mistake.
Her smile goes to a smirk as her eyes are immediately on my chest.
"W-was that really… necessary" I say feeling self-conscious.
"Yes. Why? Because you owe me from earlier today for being a bitch. Come here" She says leading me to her desk. I hate it when she says that. Whenever "come here" or "you owe me" comes out of her mouth, something bad happens. We get to her desk and she turns around and leans on it. Please don't want to screw me on your desk. I mean yeah… it would be hot… but… ugh…
I stop in front of her and see the excitement in her eyes from the scared look on my face. I hate that she gets off on that.
I need to get home… Lilly will be getting up soon. And the guilt from all this is killing me right now.
"If memory serves correctly, you wanted a hug earlier… well, go ahead." She says. I look at the ground. "Don't be scared Stewart, I'm not gonna hurt ya" She says softly, lifting my chin to look at her. You know what else I hate? The way she reels people in. The way she reels me in. She seems so caring and gentle right now. Like I almost want her to have all of me because I trust her. She knows exactly what to do and say to get what she wants. I never thought I'd sleep with her, but long and behold, those mysterious brown eyes, sweet smile, and soft voice had me pinned. I hate her for it.
I hate her for it… but I lean in and kiss her anyway. I don't know what it is about her that just… lights this fire in me. She's just so dominant and intimidating… it's a turn on. A stupid, deceiving, turn on that makes people cheat on their lovers. And even though I know this, I'm still kissing her.
I undo all the buttons on her shirt she and she pops the button on her jeans then slides them down the best she can without breaking our kiss. She wraps her arms around me and my hand slides just beneath the waistband of her boxers. Right as I touch the area she's been dying for me to touch since… well… since she's known me, the door opens. We both jump and in my haste of pulling my hand out of her boxers I brushed up against her. Her voice cracks a yelp and I stare at the person who walked in. Heh heh… her voice cracked.
"My receptionist is so fired." Mikayla says trying to compose herself. She was really enjoying that and we didn't even do anything.
"Please excuse me Mikayla… I forgot my pocket book" Robert says walking up to her desk. Awkward much?
His eyes rake over my chest and a twisted smile forms on his face. I don't like that smile. I definitely feel vulnerable now. Mikayla notices it too and by the looks of it, she didn't like it either.
"So… how much for this one? Expensive since she's your fiancée huh?" He asks eyeing me. Instant panic washes over my body. Mikayla would pimp me out in a heartbeat… she says I'm good. I don't want to sleep with this guy. For the love of God Mikayla please don't make me do this.
"She's not for sale." She says. Relief. I honestly thought she would make me do it. Way to come through for me.
"Aww come on, not even for me? You know my uncle can invest into tons of other people." He says bribing her. This guy has at least ten million invested in Mikayla. Why on earth would she choose one girl over all that money…
"She's not for sale" She says sternly giving Robert the intimidating look she normally gives me.
"Ok. No need to get you're panties, or boxers in a twist. See you later Miley" He says with a smirk and a wink. After he leaves I let out a huge sigh of relief. We stand there in silence for a few moments. Mikayla doesn't even acknowledge the fact that I'm still half naked. She's thinking about something.
"You should head home" She says after a while. I don't argue. I nod, go find my top, then I leave.
As I get to my car in the deserted parking lot I sigh again. She chose me over his threats. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, she does have a heart. You have to search for it and look closely to see it, but she does have one.
I'm about to grab my keys when someone's hand roughly grabs my shoulder. They spin me around then slam me into my car, pinning my body there with theirs.
"Well hello again, told you I'd see you later." Robert says with his twisted smile. I try to push him off but he's just too strong for me. I try to scream but he slaps me and muffles it with his shoulder.
He easily rips my top off and my bottoms go with them shortly after.
"If I can't buy what I want, then I'll take it." He purrs into my ear. Then I do the only thing I can do. I cry. I sob. Because this man who I'm going to hate forever from this point on, is about to change my life. He's about to make me loathe my existence. He's about to hurt me in ways that I'll have nightmares about for the rest of my life.
And all I can do is cry.
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Hello my Lotus Blossoms. It's been far too long. Sorry about the wait loves, I was completing my other story. But now I'm back.
I knew I needed to write a chapter for this and AnnieMJ is why I actually did it, kudos to you my friend.
Rough chapter, well, ending that is. But don't hate me, it's a two part chapter so it's technically not over yet.
As for my shout-outs:
Farmerg1214: Glad you liked the scene, I can't stand doing them, but I'm glad it didn't suck.
Zovid: Yeah, my grammar and spelling is off. I do my best. But I'm glad you find this story amusing.
Ok, someone reviewed and said "This is really good and hot" No idea who it was, but it made my day. So props to you mystery reviewer.
Well, that's all loves. Till the next chapter, reviews = Love. Show it, spread it, bake it, try it. Then share it… by reviewing.
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