Chapter Five - My night was not supposed to end up like this.

Alyssa

I finally get it together when I hear the sound of my front closing as Wyatt leaves. What the fuck just happened? What was the point of him touching me and being all seductive towards me? Is he playing some sort of game? It better not be a teaser of what the weekend ahead will be like. The worst part of all is I am turned on by it. I hate myself for it, but I can’t control my hormones. I groan in frustration. I need to get laid; it has been too long. I am going to tell myself the only reason his behaviour got to me is because I haven’t had sex in months; no, it is closer to a year. I am not good at picking up guys. I tried one of those apps, and once was enough. The guy turned out to be a creep, and I had to toss him out of my apartment. I have never been great with guys. I have been with a few, but those were relationships. I have never been one for casual sex.

Great! Now, all he has gotten me thinking about is sex. God, I hate him. Hate is maybe too strong of a word, but there is definitely dislike there. I need to take a cold shower. I take my horny self to the bathroom and strip down. Hopefully, a cold shower will resolve my issue. If not, I will need to fix myself, something I don’t do often. I should probably start since I am too awkward to get laid. I turn my shower to cold, not freezing.

I step in and let out a slight squeal as the cold water touches my skin, but after a moment, I relax and enjoy the coolness. It is taming the heat between my thighs. I close my eyes and rest against the wall. I don’t know how I will handle it if he acts the same towards me tomorrow. I will keep telling myself it is a one-time thing and he was only doing it to mess with me because I stood up to him.

Stop thinking about him! He should not be getting to me this much. I give up on the shower after five minutes because it stops helping matters. I wish he didn’t come by and ruin my night. He better not try to make a habit of it, either. If it weren’t early, I would climb into bed for the night, but if I did that, I would wake up in the early hours of the morning and not fall back asleep.

I shiver as I wrap a towel around me and stroll to my bedroom to change back into my pjs. Another glass of wine is needed. I sigh, heading to the kitchen to pour myself a glass. I switch all the lights off. I love sitting in the dark, especially watching a movie, as long as it isn’t a horror movie. I settle back down on the sofa with my wine and some chocolate, putting on a romantic comedy. I am a sucker for those. It is a good distraction.

My cell vibrates against the table. It is probably one of my friends. I snatch it up, and there is a text from a number I don’t know or have stored in my contacts.

Are you still mad at me?

I think someone has the wrong number.

Who is this? I think you have the wrong number.

No, I have the right number. It is Wyatt.

He must be texting me from his personal cell. I have his work number saved in my contacts.

Yes, I am still mad at you.

Could he not just let me be? Has he not annoyed me enough for today?

I am sure you will get over it.

I roll my eyes and toss my cell away. I need to deal with him tomorrow and then all weekend; he is not stealing the rest of the night from me. I focus on my wine and my last slice of pizza, which is cold, but cold pizza is delicious. I continued to watch my movie, but not even ten minutes after his earlier text, my cell rang. I don’t even need to look at it to know it is him.

I flip it over and see I am right. I rejected the call, but he called back a second later. Why does this man want to irk the hell out of me? I groan in frustration and answer his call.

“Yes?” I ask.

“I don’t like being ignored, Miss Corbet.” He snarls.

“And I don’t like being harassed in my free time, so I guess none of us are happy tonight.” I snarl back.

The last thing I should be doing is fighting with my boss since he can fire me.

The sound of his chuckle on the other end takes me by surprise. He was mad at me two seconds ago.

“You are quite sexy when you are angry.”

I freeze with his words. Did he just call me sexy? No, I must be hearing things. He would never call me such a thing.

“W-w-what did you just say?” I stammer, my cheeks heating.

“You heard me.”

I can’t see his face, but I am sure there is a smug look on it.

“What is your game? Why are you acting this way towards to me? You have never even looked at me in such a way.”

I make sure to sound confident, but I am freaking out and wondering what the hell is going on.

“How am I acting?” he asks sweetly.

He does not get to try to play sweet with me after his behaviour. Is he really going to make me say it? I shouldn’t be surprised.

“You know how you are acting, Mr Sutton.”

My words come out timid, and I hate myself for it. I am not a shy person. Awkward, yes, but not timid. I do as I am told at work because I would prefer to keep my job, but I don’t let people push me around or walk all over me outside of work. I had enough of the in school and my home life growing up.

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?”

“How about I hang up?” I snap, my annoyance taking over again.

“You can try, but I will call back or better yet, I know where you stay. I will come over, and we can finish the conversation face-to-face. The choice is yours, kitten.”

The firmness in his tone I am familiar with rings through the phone. He has such a dominant aura. I guess he needs to be this way with the business he is in. He wouldn’t have become a billionaire if he was submissive.

“God, are you all bossy, even outside of work?” I whine.

“Yes, I am. Now tell me what I want to do. How am I acting towards you?”

I don’t even know how to put it into words without embarrassing myself. I take a few deep breaths, calming myself. I know the only way I am going to get off this conversation is to give him what he wants.

“You are flirting with me—calling me kitten and sexy. I want to know why. I have worked with you for over a year, and you have never looked or spoken to me in such ways.” I ramble, needing to get the words out as quickly as possible.

“What can I say? Today, I have seen different sides of you I didn’t know existed. I thought you were shy, quiet and obedient. I learned tonight you are not.” He replies in a throaty groan.

I don’t respond straight away. I take a large gulp of my wine. I need it before I can answer.

“I thought you liked it when people were obedient and listened to you? Aren’t you contradiction yourself?”

If he likes it when people do what he tells them, why is he looking at me differently from doing the opposite of that? He must be high or drunk.

“I do, but your sassiness seems to be turning me on for some reason. There is a chance it is because I want nothing more than to change it and turn you into a good girl.” He rasps.

Thank God my mouth is not full of wine, or I would be choking right now. He must be lying. There is no chance in hell I am turning him on. The same feeling as earlier starts between my thighs again. My breathing picks up, too.

Nope, I am not doing this. I can’t. I am lost for words. There is only one thing for it. I hang up the call and switch my cell off. If he comes over, I won’t answer the door. I am not cut out to deal with it, and work is going to be awkward tomorrow. I don’t know how I am going to face him.

My night was not supposed to end up like this!