Third person’s point of view
“…so I gave him the hardest punch of all time in his face, and walked out in a bitchy attitude” Megan threw her head back, and laughed in satisfaction, then applauded herself as she recalled her ex’s and his bimbo’s reaction.
Her boss (Jonathan) was simply staring at her amusingly, he felt happy to hear her talking so freely with him, and he couldn’t hide his happiness no more, his lips curved into a smile -he felt something he had never felt before in his heart -his heart was beating for the first time in his life, and he seemed to love the sound.
“… I can’t believe that moron cheated on me with an ugly fish” she spat out with so much hate.
“Fish?”
“Yeah, she’s got a fishlike shape”
He laughed very briefly, but heartily, as he found her description quite funny.
“And just so you know, nobody messes with me because I’mma mess up that person’s life.”
He stopped laughing at once, he frowned as everything he’s done to her since she resumed work this morning came flashing back, and his mind also flashed back to the description of how she had punched her ex in the face.
He imagined how disfigured his face would be after her fist landed on it, and fear swallowed him. His eyes widened in fear, and he shuddered slightly, but it was just for a split second.
He quickly turned on his intimidating demeanor on, and cleared his throat loudly, then asked.
“Oh?” he leaned back on his chair, with his right hand resting on his desk and his index finger tapping quietly on it. “I have been stressing you since the morning, right?”
Of course, you have -she wanted to scream in his face, but didn’t, she wore a fake smile and shook her head in disagreement instead, which he scoffed at and continued.
“I’m an evil boss in your heart, and I know you’ve been cursing me in your heart” he paused, stared at her with a small smirk, then leaned forward and looked straight in her eyes. “Does that mean you’re gonna mess up my life?”
And that’s when she realized the implication of her words. Her eyes grew wide, she let out a nervous laugh, and slowly got up from her chair -her fingers found the tip of her hair and she began playing with it.
“That’s not what I meant, sir” she tried to explain.
“Then what do you mean? Because it seems to me that it’s undoubtedly what you mean”.
“No, no, no, sir”
He raised an eyebrow, indirectly pestering her to continue with her explanation, but unfortunately, she found no words in her mouth.
Why did he even call me into his office just to ask about my ex? – she thought.
“Darling” he called.
She mentally rolled her eyes at how sinister he sounded calling her darling, she knew instantly that she’s in trouble.
“I’m giving you a chance to mess up my life”
“Huh?”
“Yeah”
Her brows furrowed, confused, she doesn’t know where he’s heading with this.
“You see those files in there?” he pointed at a very tall shelf. “I want you to rearrange them in order of their year”
“HUH?” she shouted, her mouth fell open as she stared horrifically at the shelf, her chest was rising and falling as though she’s finding it hard to breathe.
“What? Am I being too much, and you want to mess up my life now?”
Yes -she screamed mentally.
She balled her fists, and tried her hardest to swallow her anger, after all, she landed herself in this trouble.
“What are you waiting for?” she shook her head. “Then chop chop”
“Yes, sir” she replied with a forced smile, then proceeded towards the shelf.
He bites his inner cheek to prevent himself from laughing, as he watched her forcefully moved her legs.
He reached for a random magazine, flipped it open, and held it in front of him as a cover while he watches her.
•••••••••••••••••••
Stella’s point of view.
The taxi driver pulled up in front of our (Megan and I) apartment, I reached for some cash in my purse and paid him, then quickly alighted.
“Your change, ma’am” the driver reminded me when I made no attempt to stay put and collect it.
“You can keep it, sir” I replied, then proceeded towards our apartment’s door.
“Thank you, ma’am, God bless you” I heard him say, and simply acknowledged him with a hand wave.
I’m in a rush because I want to use the restroom so bad.
“Hey, Ella” I heard Jimmy’s familiar voice behind me.
Oh no, not now Jimmy -I grumbled mentally, but wore a smile anyway and faced him.
“Hey” I replied, then began searching my bag for my keys.
He walked closer, and caught my phone that was slipping off my hand as I tried to reach for my keys in the deepest part of my bag.
“Careful” he chided me.
I rolled my eyes, but thanked him anyway.
“So…I guess I f**ked up big time last night at Joan’s, yeah?”
“Yeah”
“Sh*t!” he cursed. “I can’t believe I passed out, and left you alone with those wolves”
I nodded.
“You did, but…” I sighed as I finally found my keys. “… don’t beat yourself up, I didn’t let them devour me”
He chuckled at my lame joke.
“Thank God” he said, sounding relief.
Then a whiff of alcohol and cigarettes hit me, and I made a disgusted face, and gave Jimmy a pointed look.
“You’re just coming back from Joan’s, right?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
I wiggled my nose, and looked at him from his head to toe disgustingly, but playfully, though.
“You smell like rotten fish” I spat.
He gave me an offended glare, but I simply shrugged my shoulders and laughed it off.
We stopped in front of the door, and I reached forward to unlock it.
“I’ll just take a quick shower here” he said.
I paused. “Say what now?”
“Here, at your place” he responded.
“Nope” I shook my head, popping the p.
“Come on. I was so worried about you, that I didn’t have the time to take a bath”
“Hm” I hummed, not believing the part where he said he’s worried about me, I mean, if he’s truly worried about me as he claims, he wouldn’t have mixed up so many things in his drink last night, and passed out.
My eyes shifted to his stomach as it growled loudly, he chuckled, and he gave me a pleading look.
“Can I have the privilege of eating breakfast here too?”
“Really?” I scoffed. “I haven’t even say yes to you bathing here, and you’re adding breakfast?”
“Please, please, please, please” he pleaded, trying to sound desperate.
“Nope”
“Please, I’m starving” I shook my head adamantly.
I pushed the door open and walked, then approached a sofa, he followed closely and shut the door behind him.
“Or are you going to sit here and watch your favorite person in the whole wide world, die in hunger?” he asked in a pitiful voice.
I stopped walking, looked at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
“First off, you’re not my favorite person in the world, Meg is…”
“Awwwwn” he pouted his lips, and blinked rapidly as though he’s trying to stop himself from crying.
“… secondly, I don’t feel like cooking right now”
I dropped my bag on the table, kicked off my shoes and slumped on the sofa -in a sprawling posture.
Jimmy made himself comfortable on a sofa opposite mine, but soon had a smirk on his face as if he’s thought of something nasty, or evil.
He got up and approached me slowly, he placed his hands on my thigh, then slowly moved his right hand until it was dangerously near my p*ssy.
“Well, I can always have something else for breakfast” he said.
I knew where he’s driving at. I winced at the whiff of alcohol that blew past my nostrils, I slapped his hands away and pushed him off me… I know I’m crazy for s*x, and his suggestion is extremely tempting, but I can’t f**k someone who reeks of this strong smell of alcohol.
“Go freshen up, or I’mma kick you out of here”
He raised his hands in surrender, and quickly moved back.
“I know you miss me and want to have a bite” he gestured at his d**k. “How about I freshen up, and we talk about the old times, yeah?”
My eyes stayed on his d*k, remembering our time together before he was sent to jail, he wasn’t this muscular when we last fked each other, but he had a huge d*k, though not as huge as Mr huge d**k -I wonder if he’s grown an inch.
Hold on a sec, why did I just thought of Mr huge d*k? I’m not supposed to think about him anymore… I guess I really need to start f*king other guys right away -Jimmy, I guess it’s your lucky day after all.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asked teasingly.
“F**k you” I cursed him.
“Oh, I’d be so glad” he replied, implying a different meaning from what I actually meant.
“Go freshen up, I make something for you to eat and we’ll talk about this” I pointed between his d**k and my p*ssy.
“Yes!” he jumped on his feet, and dashed towards my room.
One nightstands, here I come again.