BELLA
I had to take two days off to heal. God, those brothers did me a couple of digits on me. Luckily, they didn’t contact me for the two days I stayed recuperating. They must have known just how much I craved that, to rest with no disturbance.
I strode into the office, dressed to kill. Red suit, thoroughly combed hair and suede heels, I looked.. normal. Well, as normal as someone fucking two brothers could be. Should word get out that I was sleeping with them, things would go south.
Imelda, the bitch, would have a field day with that.
“Baby!” Someone yelled behind me.
I turned at the sound of the familiar voice. I knew who it was even before I turned. There was no way I could ever mistake that shrill all too familiar voice.
“Chris!” I smiled, waving at my best friend. For the two days I stayed at home, she was the only one who contacted me to check how I was. Imelda must be at the top of the world, thinking I had somehow died or given up the task.
God, I could never understand that woman. Not that I would ever jump at an opportunity to know her. Just saying, though.
“I’ve missed you, darling!” She enveloped me in a hug, her strawberry-scented perfume filling my nose.
“I’ve missed you too.” I sniffed, feeling warm.
“The office wasn’t the same without you! God, that bitch Imelda was gloating!” She dramatically waved her hands. “She thought you were hiding because the brothers refused you an audience. I had my ears full!”
“Why will I be in hiding?” I smirked. Even if the price I would have to pay to get the interview was getting my pussy torn, it’s all worth it to see the shock on Imelda’s face when I uncover the truth behind the brothers.
“That was what I told them! Girl, you’ve got a fan!” She took my hand in hers and hastened towards the elevator. Our office occupied the third and fourth floors of the building, with a law firm on the second and third floors. The first floor was used as a cafe. She pressed the button for the third floor, smiling at me as her eyes took me in.
Just two days away from each other, and I could tell just how much she missed me.
“You look different.” I raised an eyebrow at the black gown she was sporting. As someone who loved being colourful all the time, the black looked off. Had it not been for the golden belt around her waist and golden pumps, I would have thought an alien possessed her.
“I decided to go for a new look.” She flipped her golden hair, smiling. Her eyes sparkled, just like they had always done.
“It suits you. You need to wear it often,” I commented, touching her hair, which she curled at the tip.
“Thanks a bunch, darling!”
We walked together to the office I shared with 4 of my colleagues. A few of them at me, while some just nodded and continued with their work. Well, that was my life. Had it been Chris who was absent for a day, they would have blown her phone up with messages. But when it came to me, I was practically regarded as part of the decor.
“See you later, love.” She leaned down and pecked me on my forehead, winking when I smiled. “Are you staying for lunch?”
“I think so.”
I had no plans to leave until the end of office hours because I had nowhere to go. My director gave me two months to work on the interview with the brothers. I had no work lined out for me until the end of the two months, so I was currently free to do whatever I pleased.
…..
I spent the entire morning going through my old files. I logged into my office system and put in the data I got from the brothers. For now, I only have their names, and where they came from – if you could call it that.
The clatter of heels made me look up. Even before my eyes landed on her, I already knew who it was. Imelda, the bitch, had been absent since morning because she was interviewing the youngest football player with a good number of goals.
“Finally, she graced the office with her disgusting presence!” She placed her hands on her waist, eyes narrowed at me. Green gown, enough make-up to last me a lifetime and 6 inches of black heels, she looked like a whore. A highway one.
“What do I owe this visit, Your Majesty?” I sneered, loving the way her face clouded in anger, morphing into something extremely hideous.
“So, tell me. What did you get? Secured an interview with them?”
“You will be surprised about that.” I grinned. “What do you want? Having an itching butt, are you?”
“You -”
My phone rang, cutting her off. I frowned at the number displayed on my screen. The caller ID was unknown, so I was sceptical about answering it. However, I had to do it. Anything that would get me not to listen to the bitch’s ranting would be appreciated.
“Hello?”
“Come to the house,” Fred ordered, not even sparing the courtesy of a ‘hello’
Before I could ask what he wanted, he disconnected.
What the fuck do they think I was? Someone they could order around? How did they even get my number? Creepy mother fuckers.
“Who was that? Your boyfriend?” The nosy bitch raised an eyebrow, leaning over my table.
“None of your business.” I checked the time on my wristwatch. “If you don’t mind, I have a lunch date to meet.” I rose from my chair and walked out of the office, with the bitch standing in place with a dumbfounded look on her face.
The moment I stepped out, my phone dinged with a notification. I clicked the message open only to frown at the four words.
‘Come to the house’
It was the same words Fred spoke when I answered his call. I scowled at the message. Who do they even think they are? Ordering me around as if they owned me. Bloody monsters.
With a low cuss at them, I tried to put the phone back in my pocket, but it tinged with another message.
‘Don’t think of disobeying, bunny. A pet who disobeys her master’s order ends up with a red butt and a sore pussy.’