Fool Like You (7 page)

“
I want
you to sign this,
”
I pull her to my car, my
member still dangling. What
’
s gotten to me today? I pull
out a file from the backseat and push a pen to her chest.
“
Sign.
That
’
s what
you came down here for. Remember? To talk business.
”

“
You
fucker!
”
She
blurts out, totally upset.
“
Let me go!
”
she
can
’
t free
her arm, kicking at my feet. My dick dancing.

“
Sign
it,
”
I say
firmly.
“
I have
work tomorrow and can
’
t meet these guys without
signed papers.
”

She
blows out a heavy angered sigh and signs page one and two without even looking.
“
Now,
let me go, asshole.
”
She pulls her arm away, slaps
me on the face, and walks back to the elevator.

I smirk
as I watch her lovely ass that I have just juiced from behind. Boy, I just did
that hot body right now. I hope I finally exorcist her from my system. She
looks so pissed and I feel so good about it.

I pull
up my pants, tucking my aching member inside and rest in the car. If she only
knows what I got for her in store.

Chapter 10

Alice Lively

In the morning I meet him in the elevator
again. He doesn
’
t even say hi to me. I grit my
teeth, imagining every possible scenario to kick him in the balls while he is
standing behind me, staring at my ass as always.

I am so screwed.
I
have been fucked by my boss two days in a row and who knows if this leaks
anyhow.

But I am sure he won
’
t say
anything. Sebastian has always been discreet about other girls. He won
’
t talk
about me behind my back. In fact, it
’
s me
who always talks bad about him in the office and he knows. Whenever someone
mentions the Sebastian Dyer talking about me they say that it is all
compliments on how a hell of a co-worker I am. He calls his good employees
‘
co-workers
’
and
people love that.

The elevator stops and people get out.
Other people come in. It makes me wonder of what happened between me and
Sebastian. Is this thing we have going to be like the people in the elevator?
He comes in and out of me twice and then I will never talk to him again? How
are we going to live like this? Because I am not going to fuck the bastard one
more time! No matter what. I rub a little bruise on my arm from yesterday
aikido session in the garage. The things that bugs is that the pain feels so
sweet.

“
Fucker
”
I say
under my breath and then pretend to cough.

“
You said anything, Mr Alice?
”
His
voice mocks me from behind.

I enter my office, knowing that even though
I messed up with him now, I am still so screwed. Probably no one knows a thing
because there is nothing unusual happening here. No one is looking weirdly to
me or anything like that. But even so, I think I will have to quit. How am I
going to stay in his office like that? Damn, I like this job. It
’
s a
dream job.

I think he will fire me himself at moment
today, especially after what I have done to him in the elevator.

Sitting in my office doing nothing, my
speaker buzzes suddenly. It
’
s him.

“
Could you come over for a
minute, Ms Alice?
”
He says.

“
I
’
m busy,
”
I say
abruptly without thinking. It
’
s like whenever I have the
chance to mess with him, I don
’
t waste it.
“
But I
could make time.
”

I think I hear him laugh but I am not sure.
“
Ok.
Waiting for you. You got three second or you
’
re
fired.
”

I jump off my desk. I know this bastards
doesn
’
t joke
around in the office. As much as I think firing me is the best solution for
this situation I don
’
t want to get fired.

I struggle on my heels then catch my breath
in front of his door before I knock and walk in confidently.

He is sitting in his desk, signing
something. He doesn
’
t talk until I walk closer. A
lot closer.
He is not going to ask me take off my cloth again, right?

He raises his head, leaning back in his
chair, biting lightly on a pencil. His eyes can me from top to bottom.

“
Nice outfit Ms Alice,
”
He
muses.

“
I bought this outfit with my
own money,
”
I say, keeping calm.

“
Good. I hope you have saved
some money for rainy days,
”
He says.
“
You
’
ll
definitely need it when it
’
s cold out on the street
because you can
’
t pay the rent anymore,
”
he
says without heart, and hands me a piece of paper.

“
What is this?
”
I ask
before even reading it. This can
’
t be.

“
You
’
re
fired Ms Alice.
”

“
What? How? Why?
”
I am
still astonished that he actually did what I was expecting.
“
You can
’
t fire
me. Not because of
—“

“
Oh, I am sorry,
”
he
says, pretending to be innocent.
“
I mean
you resigned yesterday, releasing the company
’
s
responsibility from paying for your insurance and everything, and I am just
fulfilling your wish.
”

“
I didn
’
t
resign,
”
I say.
“
What
kind of sick joke is this?
”

“
But that
’
s your
signature, isn
’
t it?
”
he
lift his chin at the paper in my hand.

Oh. My. God.

It
’
s my
signature. How did this happen. NO! Is this what he made me sign yesterday in
the garage. How can I be such a fool. I was shocked by the animal sex we just
had and my logic and carefulness escaped me.

Fucker!

“
And this is where you signed
that the company owns you no obligation whatsoever,
”
he
hands me another paper as the tears are about to roll down my eyes.
“
So this
basically does it. I will have to ask you to pack and leave the office for your
temp who is arriving within the hour. It was nice
having
you, Alice.
”

“
But...
”
I am
speechless. All the anger and the badass talking inside me just whithers away.
This isn
’
t fun
anymore. I can send his dead seriousness in his voice. He played me, and I
rushed in like a fool.

“
But what?
”
He
smirks.
“
You
thought this is just another Fifty Shades of Grey where I surrender to you, and
abandon my lifestyle, your love because I can
’
t live
without you? Kindly close the door behind you afte you leave, Ms. Lively.
”
He says
bluntly and returns to his papers on the desk.

“
I am fucked,
”
I say,
staring at this jerk, unable to stop a couple of tears from streaming down
slowly.

“
Twice,
”
he
says without looking at me.
“
Wait. I think thrice."

Even if I could just kill him right here
right now, the weight of the responsibilities on my shoulder that I won
’
t be
able to meet after getting fired is paralyzing me. I have a mother I have to
take care of. I have obligations. Thanks to my troubles past. It
’
s not
like I was a rich girl with a silver spoon in my mouth. I worked hard for this.
But it
’
s my
fault I let this beautiful bastard trick me.

I turn around, walking toward the door, all
tears, screwing my make up into the colors of my failure. But I swear I will
get back to this bastard. I just can
’
t thin
of how right now. How did I let him play a fool like me?

           
About The Author

            Bella Shade has always loved to tell stories.
She works as a make up artists and has wicked fascination with how each face
can benefit from certain strokes at certain places. Like life, it’s not always
successful, but when it is, a girls face can show her true personality. Bella
loves both happy endings and sad endings like Romeo and Juliet. Does she have
the power to choose the ending. Not in a million years. The characters always
take over. She lives in California with her Shad Army, a set of courage’s pets
who’d die for her—so be ware, bad guy! But her ultimate dream is to live on an
uncharted island with the one man she love—the pets and the piles of books
should come a long, of course.

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