Michonne POV

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing here?" My brother said in a not so friendly tone as he burst into my office…I let out a halfhearted chuckle, for a split second I thought he was kidding ...But he wasn't.

Why would he greet me so coldly?

"What the hell did you say to me?"

"I didn't stutter Michonne, I was hoping that when you walked out the last time, it was for good."

Now, this is odd, since my departure, I've seen him at every Sunday dinner and not once had he said a word about my resignation. At mom's house, he's just as nice as he can be, oh he's just lovey-dovey…so what the hell his crawling up his ass now?

"What the hell is your problem? Why are you being so rude? I came here to-"

"I know why you're here and I am sick of it."

He knew instantly from the look in my eyes that his words hit their mark. I stiffened at being interrupted, quite annoying, his words caused a transition in me, the bitterness is rising like bile in my mouth.

"Excuse me?" I asked when I realized after several long moments that he wasn't going to explain why he's sick of whatever he is sick of. I took a deep breath willing myself into a calm state, "What the hell are you sick of, Morgan?!" I spat out in the most venomous tone I could conjure.

"Lower your voice, unless you plan on having another unwarranted outburst before you storm out again." He sneers at me then laughs only adding fuel to my wrath.

"You think this is funny?" I snap, raising my voice even more just to irk him.

"Tell me I'm lying." There was that bitter cynicism again, "you get your feelings hurt by every little thing or some idiotic bullshit and instead of dealing with it, you have a tantrum a leave, leaving me here barring the burden alone."

I glare at him then spat out, "HOW DARE YOU?" I wanted to cry as rage-filled my belly. I felt my ears getting hot I was so pissed.

"Lower your goddam voice!" he shouted back at me; our voices rose above the barrier of my office door. If anyone was close, they could hear us.

"This business is my whole life!" I shouted, "you know damn well I'd never leave for good." I knew his ears were closed and his mind has put up barriers to anything said, but I'd say it anyway, "When something upsets me here, it's a big deal, it took me leaving this last time to realize my issues mean nothing to you. I will never have your support. You don't understand what I've had to deal with and you never will, so I'm back. I'm back to deal with this shit once and for all. I don't need your support."

Blood was bound to be spilled; feelings hurt… So be it, when it came to Dad's business, we were never that strong to being with, and now we'll never be as strong as we once were.

"You want me to support you trying to dominate the stakeholders, business partners, and employees?" He glares at me with utter annoyance, our heated quarrel continues, "Your petty issues are trivial in comparison to the big picture, our father's legacy. Do you remember what you said to all of us the day you decided to abandon our company for the third time?" He spat.

Now Pandora boxes opened, sending each word full speed ahead to shatter our souls into a million pieces, in that instant our relationship shattered into glassy shards.

"It's a shame that you think my ideas for improvement are some sad petty way of trying to dominate the BP's and our employees. Is it so difficult for you to see my value? I want to take Dad's company to the next level, but all of your old farts are stuck in the past. You ask if I remember what I said before I left," I paused to allow him time to respond. To deny what I had just said. Of course, his stubborn ass didn't, he just stood there, raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, "Yeah Morgan, I fucking remember what I said, I said it you-dipshit." My disbelief was off the charts, but honestly, I had to say my pessimism had come to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of someone so bullheaded.

"Instead of cursing at me like a foul mouth sailor why don't you tell me what you said."

"I said, looking back all I see is what a fool I have become. I'm a fool for believing anything will ever change around here. It took me a long time to realize I was just chasing rainbows. I don't expect any of your fossils to understand that." I was forced to relive that awful day. At the moment, that flash of anger protected me from the pain. It was unfair, the way they bypass all of Morgan's obvious flaws while thoroughly scrutinizing all of mine. If the shoe was on the other foot and Morgan was proposing a change, I know damn well everyone would have been on board.

Morgan gave no response as he sat down in the chair on the other side of my desk, he peered at me with unwavering scrutiny, "You can't keep doing this Michonne."

"Doing what? Expecting to be heard in a room full of men, esteemed in my own company? We had just talked about implementing the new software at Sunday dinner. Your fake ass was perpetrating a front eating mommas peach cobbler. But Monday morning, it was back to the same bullshit. That database would have brought us into the modern age, a fully functioning paperless company. None of my ideas are ever taken seriously. I was dismissed before I even got started and you allowed it."

"That system wasn't in the budget."

"BULLSHIT!" I screamed.

"And you wonder why no one takes you serious!" He hissed back.

It was definitely a war of words and who can hurt the other one worse. Both of us at each other throats like savage hungry dogs fighting over dominance.

"That system would have more than paid for itself within a year."

"Instead of having a fit and acting like a volatile maniac, you should have tried talking convincing us of your proposal."

"I shouldn't have to do that. This is my company!"

"Arguing with you is so pointless," he said eerily calm. Every word, movement and breath he performed seemed to infuriate me to no end.

"I could say the same thing about you, you need to abandon these black and white opinions. Stop listening to those old bastards, just because they were dads' golf buddies and they blow smoke up your ass. That doesn't mean they have the best interest of the company at heart. You know I do."

"No one wants you to here Michonne."

"I don't give a fuck. Either you and your fossils pay me off or I'm coming back. If I come back - You better fucking believe I'm going to do more than just suggest some shit... You have two weeks to decide, now get the hell out of my office."

It took the entire two weeks for me to recruit and properly train my replacement. This was more than okay as it allowed me to have lots of playtime at work with Rick.

Monday, we arrived to work in his car, lattes in hand, kissing each other a farewell until lunch. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by all of the women still interested in my curly-headed stud.

Jessica Anderson, aka Twat-waffle, would pull into the parking lot, find Rick's car and park next to us. It was comical, she looked like an idiot spying on us every morning.

Lori aka Cunt-rag is much more aggressive. She'd knock on Rick's door all through the day, always wearing something totally inappropriate for work. The dresses were always too short or too tight. She'd randomly drop by asking if he 'needs anything' only to have him rudely send her thirsty ass away.

So, of course, all the latest gossip centered around Rick and me. The office life is so stagnant that any piece of salacious gossip gets passed around with indecent efficiency.

There was not much I could do but ignore the envious glares from my female coworkers, aka Rick's former Cock-gobblers while remaining unbothered by the rumors in regards to the nature of me and Rick's relationship. The one that has me laughing the hardest is that I'm blackmailing Rick. Supposedly I have some info on him that could send him to prison. But instead of taking his money, I'm taking his penis.

The reality is, none of those idiots had a clue as to what made either of us tick, all they could do was speculate and that's fine by me. What Rick and I have is unique and there is no way to easily categorize or reference it.

"My mom wants you to come over for Sunday dinner." I say scooping up Toasted Pita Chips and dipping it into the Roasted Garlic flavor Hummus, "She's positive you'll be hooked on her famous hushpuppies."

"I don't doubt that," Rick replied popping a few Fresh Grapes and Toasted Pine Nuts into his mouth, "I'll be there."

My stomach did summersaults, it was an exciting kind of nervous. I know mom will love him. But Morgan, he's such a phony. Even if he hates Rick we'll probably never know.

I pour Rick another glass of my homemade lemonade as we nosh on the Mediterranean platter, we'd bought and prepared the night before. The Pita Bread (sliced into wedges) Red Pepper Slices, Kalamata Olives, Sliced Cucumbers, Dried Apricots, and Whipped Feta Mint Spread was amazing.

"That was a great lunch," he says standing from the table and bending forward to give me a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Yes, it was," I agreed, smiling brightly at my handsome lunch date.

"Now I'm ready for dessert." He growls peering at me with brilliant electric blue eyes his expression wickedly lust-filled.

My entire body becomes instantly aroused. Only Rick can do that to me. I don't get a chance to form an answer before his lips are on mine again at the same time he drops to his knees and his hand slides between my legs. His kiss is so carnal, it's the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all.

"Mr. Grimes," I whimper and pull my mouth away from his.

"I can't get enough of you," His eyes were the blue of water so deep that you were afraid to jump in, but you were still tempted to.

"Touch me, let the silky skin of my cock caress your hands," he unbuckles his trousers and takes one of my hands and wraps it around his shaft. He guides me, helping me stroke him as his free hand pulls at my panties. "Good girl," he whispers against my lips. "Your hands feel really fucking good."

In one swift movement, he almost ripped my panties apart. In a frenzy, he feverishly pulled my Victoria Secrets down my legs. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and dived in. He licked deep, tasting my depths and wishing for more, wishing he could do this for days, for a lifetime. I shook with my orgasm, letting my fingers wind into his hair and pulling him closer as I spasmed against his tongue. I flooded his mouth increasing his need to run his mouth along every fold, to rasp the width of his tongue slowly over my bundle of nerves, to suck my scent into the deepest reaches of his lungs as he devoured me to another release. He is insatiable, unable to stop, needing to feel me, to hear me begging whimpering as I came, again and again, letting him worship me.

My last Friday eventually arrived and Eugene and Carol surprised me with a nicely decorated farewell cake. The two evited everyone to the main conference room to bid me farewell. I'd taken over that room since Monday, using it as my temporary office so that my replacement, a sweet lady named Deanna could get settled in at my old desk.

Needless to say, none of Rick's former floozies came by to say goodbye. Go figure, you would have thought they'd be happy that I was leaving.