First he stole my company.
Then he stole my Felicity.
Regardless of what she said, she was mine.
Not his.
Mine.
From the day I promoted her to my Executive Assistant, the very first day, I've had that fucking fantasy of doing that to her during a meeting.
Ray stole that too.
I never thought it would have been possible to hate someone more than I hate Slade.
I was wrong.
I glance back at the building when I get on my motorcycle.
I should hood up and pay Mr. Palmer a visit.
Cut off each and every one of his fucking fingers.
His intrusive fingers.
Teach him to touch my Felicity.
Once this idea's implanted in my head I can't shake it.
I can't bring myself to any other option.
So I wait.
A few minutes later Ray and Felicity are out.
"No no no. I swear to God if you get in his car Felicity…" I whisper to myself as they walk through the parking garage.
"Thank you Jesus." I say as relief washes over me when she gets in her own car. I shut my eyes tight and run a hand over my face.
No, Felicity wouldn't have gone home with him. She wasn't like that. Ray was a onetime thing. A mistake.
Still I fallow Ray home. It may have been a mistake but that mistake was going to cost him his fucking intrusive fingers.
His house is a good twenty minutes away and I grow extremely impatient with every second that passes.
I really should have known I was being fallowed but my mind was elsewhere. Set on only one thing; revenge.
I park down the street from his house and scream internally when I see a red mini cooper pull into Ray's drive way.
No. He was a mistake. She was not going to sleep with him.
She's barely out of her seat when Ray grabs her and kisses her roughly against the car.
I hate myself for getting turned on when he lifts her by the ass and her legs clamp around his waist. Not once did they break that rough kiss as he walked to his door and unlock it.
She had already tore off his jacket which she had held in her hand until he pried it from her grasp and threw it on his yard.
I might have been uncertain about her thinking she made a mistake with Ray but I was certain on one thing. That fucker was going to die. Slowly and painfully.
*Felicity's POV*
I noticed Oliver's motorcycle in front of me as I drove to Mr. Palmer's. I didn't even have to follow Mr. Palmer. I knew where Oliver was headed with clarity. He was headed to my boss's house. And I couldn't wait for Oliver to find out that that's where I was headed too.
I smiled devilishly to myself.
I realized somewhere between Queen Consolidated and Mr. Palmer's mansion that Oliver deserved to be hurt.
But this was just me getting started.
He screwed Isabel, a bitchy she-devil, who I hated. It's only fitting that I fuck someone he hates. And boy does Oliver hate Mr. Palmer.
I laugh.
The second I was out of my seat Mr. Palmer was kissing me against my car. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I groaned. Suddenly he dug his fingers into my ass and lifted me up, without thinking I secured myself onto him with my legs. He made his way to his door with ease, like I was as light as a feather.
I took off his coat surprisingly easy, I didn't want to just drop it because it was undoubtable expensive but he ripped it from my hand and dropped it in his yard.
With both my hands I loosened his black tie and started unbuttoning his white dress shirt. We moaned in sync when my hand met his soft muscular chest.
Suddenly we were inside his house and he slammed my back against the door to shut it. My eyes snapped open at his aggressiveness and he only smirked in response before kissing and sucking down my neck. When he got to my collar bone he bit it. Hard. I tensed and I felt his lips laugh against my skin before sucking the pained area into his mouth.
"Jesus." I groan. This guy must have a weird collar bone fetish. Not that I'm complaining. "Take your fucking shirt off already." I say struggling to get it down his arms.
"You're quiet bossy, Miss Smoak." He says chuckling and gripping my ass harder and pulling me from the door and walking to his bedroom maybe? Hopefully? His lips crash back into mine with enough force to make whimper in pain.
One second he's walking and the next I'm being lowered onto his bed with him crawling on top of me. I finally push that annoying white shirt off his tan muscular arms.
Fuck.
Me.
He's hot.
With one arm he lifts my back off the bed and closer to his chest and with the other he unzips the back of my dress so slowly I swear I'm going to go insane. He unhooks the back of my bra and then lowers me back down only to lift my ass and pull my dress completely off and discards it to the floor with his shirt.
He rips my bra off my shoulders and groans.
"Pants. They need to go. Now." I say out of breath.
He laughs and meets my eyes with his dark ones. He doesn't break eye contact when he stands at the foot of the bed and takes his pants off.
My breath catches as I look him over.
And then I laugh because I'm lying on my boss's bed practically naked and he is. The whole time when I had been Oliver's EA I felt so ashamed that people thought I was screwing him and now I couldn't care less about the rumors.
Still holding my eyes hostage he gets on his knees on the ground at looks up at me. Suddenly he snatches my ankles and pulls me to him. His hands roam over my legs and up to my hips and he hooks his thumbs under my panties.
"Thank God" I breathe out when we're both completely naked.
"God you're aggressive, Mr. Palmer." I say as his massive hands pry my legs open.
"When I see something I want I go after it, Miss Smoak" He purrs with a smirk and then his lips are on my inner thighs, kissing and sucking every inch. I try and control my whimpers and moans as he sucks my skin raw, I'll have a shit ton of hickies but I can't seem to care about that right now.
He stops suddenly and looks up at me with wide eyes.
"Mr. Palmer I swear to God!" I groan throwing my head back.
"Sh." He says holding up a finger.
"What?" I say annoyed.
"Just shut that pretty little mouth of yours for one second, alright?" He says sharply and stands and slips his boxers on. "Put this on." He orders throwing his shirt at me.
"What?"
"Shut up." He growls walking towards his door slowly.
I sit up and look at him confused and start buttoning the shirt while staring at his tense body move towards the door.
He motions for me to come to him. I get up slowly and make my way to him.
"Stay behind me." He orders as he opens the door slowly.
We slowly make our way into his dark living room, he looks like he's frantically searching for something.
"Fuck" I wince and look down at what I stepped on. Broken glass.
I look back up to Mr. Palmer's panicked face, "Someone's in here" he whispers through gritted teeth.
Oliver.
Oh my fucking God. Of course it's Oliver.
I growl and turn up my nose.
Suddenly there's movement from across the room. Palmer snatches my hand and pulls me to him protectively, which I find weird because I get that we're in 'danger' but like, it's not like he's my boyfriend or actually cares about me beyond fucking.
Palmer reaches behind him slowly and grabs something from the windowsill and throws it directly at the man who is most definitely Oliver considering he catches it with easy and a second later its being chucked at Mr. Palmer's face.
He pulls me down with him right before it makes contact with his face, instead it shatters the window behind us.
We look up and Oliver's gone.
We stay crouched in the poorly lit room for a minute before he pulls me to my feet.
"Are you okay?" He whispers looking down at me.
"Yeah…" I say ignoring the pain in my feet from the glass. I look him over for a moment, "How did you know he was in here? And you throw really far. Like abnormally far."
He looks the room over again with weary eyes then rests his gaze on me. "I heard the glass break. Shit. Your feet. Jesus, why didn't you say something?" He says picking me up in a bear hug and carrying me to his room again.
He sets me down on the edge of the bathtub and crouches as he examines each foot. "Okay, do you want me to clean it out, or would you rather go to the emergency room?"
"Its fine, you can do it." I say wincing. I hate the sight of blood, it makes me sick, which ironic considering I work around it all the time.
"Alight one second." He gets up and looks through the drawers for a moment and comes back with hydrogen peroxide and gaze wrap.
His touches are gentle and soft now as he cleans the glass out of my feet.
"Wow that really killed the mood, huh?" I say laughing awkwardly as he finishes wrapping my foot.
He laughs and meets my eyes. "Don't worry Felicity, I made you a promise this afternoon and I intend to keep it."
My mouth fell open at the realization of two things; his promise: 'Miss Smoak, I am not done with you'. And the fact that for the first time, he called me Felicity, not Miss Smoak.
Unexpectedly he grabs my face and pulls it back to his, his gentle touch was all but forgotten and replaced with his rough fierceness.