NERTHUS
I gulp down the last bit of pride in my body as I walk towards the reception in my torn dress.
“Good morning, ma’am.”
“Good morning,” I answer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear that must have fallen out of my ponytail. “Can I ask you to get me a taxi?”
She nods, smiling politely. “Sure.”
“With a female driver, if possible.” I lay my hand on the cold granite of the counter, and she nods again, this time with her eyes full of pity.
What a time to be alive.
“Of course, ma’am.”
“Thank you so much.”
As the taxi arrives it is indeed a female driver, and I get in with a smile, reciting my address.
We spend the ride in silence, but I sense her looking at me through the rearview mirror from time to time. She parks in front of my block, but I freeze as I’m about to get out.
“Could I ask you for a big favor?”
“Of course, my dear.”
I smile, leaning my hand onto the leather seat. “Would you get into my building to see if there is anybody around… That could see me like this?”
Without even hesitating, she gets out of her cab and enters the building. After a few seconds, she resurfaces, signing me an OK. I laugh as I get out of the cab and walk into my building. She even had the concierge hold the elevator open for me.
“Thank you so much,” I say to her, getting a bundle of cash out of my purse. “You have been precious.”
She gasps as she takes the money from me, and I don’t even care that I gave her my entire fee for the night with Arawn.
I don’t want the money for this heartbreak anyway.
Normally, he would just wire the money to me. And he handing me out the fee like this was just another way of telling me what he really thought of me.
Fortunately, I don’t encounter anyone until I’m safe in my apartment. I sigh relieved and slip out of my shoes before I decide to soak into a warm bath.
***
The most difficult thing in the last few days wasn’t the fact that I had my heart breaking at every thought I had about him, and unfortunately, I think about him a lot, but my self-discipline.
I nearly chop my fingers off at the itching I feel to write or call him to ask him about what I did wrong.
To beg him to tell me what I could do better.
How pathetic.
I’m holding Gigi’s hand as we push through the crowd of the club we are partying in. I didn’t feel much like it, but Gigi isn’t the type that would take a depressive no as an answer.
After a few hours spent drinking and dancing, I started to feel better. And I love Gigi for being that friend who would play the clown as long as it takes to make you laugh again.
“Oh, babe, let’s get another shot.”
Without even waiting for my answer, he turns around and walks to the bar, his arms swaying in the air. I laugh as I follow him and take the seat next to him.
We drown the shots, and just as he orders a new round, dancing to the music while seated, my phone chimes with an incoming text.
Mr. Best-Fuck: My office. Now!
I really have to change that name.
I stare at the text wide-eyed and jump as I feel Gigi’s hand on my arm.
“Everything okay, babe?” He asks worriedly, and I shake my head.
Amber: What? I can’t! I’m at a club.
My heart beats into my throat as I put my phone down, but as usual, he doesn’t take much to text back.
Mr. Best-Fuck: I don’t have to remind you about the contract you signed, do I?
With a sigh, I jump down my bar stool and press a kiss on Gigi’s cheek.
“I’m so sorry, but I have to work.”
He gasps, slapping the counter. “You can’t be serious, bitch. After how he treated you!”
“It’s my job.” I shrug, and he jumps off his seat to hug me tight.
“The job as a barkeeper in my bar is always there if you want it.”
I break the hug and smile up at him. “Thank you!”
My legs feel as heavy as my heart as I say goodbye and walk to the exit.
Amber: Of course not. I’m on my way.
***
The ding resounding as the elevator opens has my heart racing. I feel it beating into my throat as I step out of it, walking towards a wide-eyed receptionist.
“Late night shift?” I ask with a smile, and she nods, her shocked expression not moving for a bit.
I point along a hallway, squinting my eyes at her. “Mr. Rodberg’s office?”
“Over there.” She says lowly, pointing in another direction.
“Ah!” I wink at her as I walk down the direction she pointed out. “Thank you, luv.”
My high heels click on the floor as I walk through the empty offices. I suppose the boss’ office is at the very end, and as I’m feeling suffocating, it takes me a lifetime to get there.
“Hello, big boy,” I say as I reach his door, making him look up at me. “Room service.”
Trying to hide my hurt and my anxiety under my flirtatious mask, I take a few steps into the office. It’s breathtakingly elegant and sterile. I don’t see any personal items but the view through the large windows and the black interior makes up for that.
He leans back into his chair, throwing his pen onto the papers spread out before him. “Took you long enough to just stand there like a bimbo.”
“Sorry,” I want to tear my lungs out at my submissive apology and clear my throat, walking towards him after closing the door.
“What can I do for you?” I ask him, as I stand next to him.
He is tapping the back of his fingers on his lips as he seems to be thinking about what he wants. His gaze burns into my skin while he eyes me up. “Get on your knees, Rachel.”
As I lower myself onto my knees, he follows my movements with his eyes, his head leaning leisurely on his fist as he leans in his chair. I open his pants and free his already hard cock from his underwear and start stroking him. He closes his eyes shortly but just as I concentrate back on his cock, he leans forward, entangling his fingers into my hair. With a sharp tug, he pulls my head back as he hisses. “Don’t make me lose time. I have work to do.”
I gulp as he frees me, and I nod.
As if I was his stupid doll.
Again.
Taking him into my mouth, I start giving him head even if I would like to get up and leave. My body reacts to his groans of pleasure as usual, and I contemplate that I would have to take a shower before going back to the club.
As I feel his breathing pattern alter, I increase my pace, taking him deeper. It doesn’t take him long to come with a loud groan and feed me with his cum.
“Fuck!” He growls as I swallow everything, sucking him clean.
Sitting back on my heels, I watch him catch his breath while he closes his pants back up. “Is there anything else that I can do for you?”
I feel pathetic as I hope for him to take me on his massive desk before sending me away.
But he doesn’t.
“No.” He says, turning back to his papers as if I just dissolved into thin air.
“Okay,” I whisper, getting up with my gaze lowered. “Good night then, boss.”
As I walk out of the room, he doesn’t even grace me with an annoyed grunt.
“Good night!” I say to the receptionist, making her jump.
“Oh, good night, ma’am.”
I get into the elevator with a smile but let it fall as soon as the doors close.
He just wanted to humiliate me.