You Goddamn Son Of A Bitch!

Ever since Tony and I broke up, it was like an unspoken rule for us to never talk about the men we fucked or dated.

Because we'd both get jealous if either of us told the other.

I knew he still liked me. And I still liked him too. But he was afraid of commitment, so it couldn't be helped.

Telling him that I fucked a guy was a mistake. I was so focused on wanting to vent that I didn't realize he wasn't the one I had talked to about my one-night stand but Flora, my best friend.

“Uh… yeah,” I answered a little awkwardly.

There it is, the jealousy. It was unmistakable.

“Oh, is that right?” He asked, running his tongue through his lips. That's something he always does when he gets jealous. I know him all too well. “So… how was it? The sex I mean.”

“It was good. I guess?” I said simply, lifting my shoulders in a shrug, keeping a straight face, not trying to make him any more jealous than he already was.

“Hey! We need more drink over here!” a voice yelled from the crowd.

“I'll be right back,” Tony said and then left.

I sighed, pouring more drink into my glass, my thoughts still on my new boss. I needed to stop thinking about him but I couldn't. It was like he had totally bewitched me.

I poured the drink into my mouth and then I noticed a guy staring at me from the other side of the bar.

He quickly looked away as we made eye contact.

I smiled. I know a gay guy when I see one.

Maybe I needed to fuck someone, if I did, the thought of my boss would elude my mind.

I slid off the stool and walked up to him.

“Hey,” I said to him.

“Hey,” he replied. He was cute, brown, and bald.

“I noticed you were staring at me.”

“Was I?” He asked raising his eyebrows, “Well, I guess that's because I think you're cute.”

I gave him a flirty smile, walked an inch closer to him, and groped his butt. “Wanna get outta here?”

He returned my smile and nodded. “My place is just around the corner.”

Anything to make me stop thinking of my boss.

We got out of the bar and went to his apartment which was just around the corner, like he said. In a matter of minutes, we were both on his bed, utterly naked. I was on top of him, and he was below, his legs wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as I thrust in and out of him repeatedly.

The rooms were filled with his pleasure-filled moans and curses, his hands circled around my neck, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths.

But for some reason, I wasn't enjoying this as much as I thought I would.

My thoughts kept moving back to Shane Wells and it infuriated the hell out of me. I was mad at myself for thinking about him.

What has he done to me? The only reason I had wanted to have sex was just so I could get him off my mind but here I am, having sex with a stranger but having thoughts of him.

It's so goddamn infuriating! I need to quit this job no matter what! Or else I'll go crazy!

“Are you alright?” The man asked, his voice jolting me out of my thoughts.

Shit! I had stopped fucking him!

“Oh! I'm fine.” I quickly got off him, scrambling to my feet. I picked up my clothes scattered on the floor and threw them on.

“You're as weird as fuck bro.” He spat.

I could only say sorry as I grabbed my bag and quickly headed home. I was finally glad to get home.

I threw myself on the bed, slipping into unconsciousness.

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I woke up with a throbbing headache. I felt weak and tired. The morning sun formed its rectangular hues in the middle of my room.

What's the time? I glanced at the moment on my bedstand. Shit! It's ten thirty! I'm late!

I quickly sprang to my feet, rushing to the bathroom but paused.

Wait. This might be good.

If I show up late, not only today but every day, he might get fed up and fire me! I want to get fired.

I searched for my phone just to see that I had fifteen missed calls from him. I smirked; yeah, keep calling.

I'm gonna show up whenever I want since you don't wanna fire me.

I took my time cooking, eating, showering, and getting dressed. By the time I was done, it was eleven fifteen. I made towards the door when the doorbell rang.

My heart flew out of my chest and my mouth fell agape when I opened the door and saw him standing right there. His aura was chilling and he seemed really furious.

He grabbed my shirt collar, pushing me back inwards. I yelled and tried to break free, but it was futile; he was just too strong.

He slammed me against the wall and glowered angrily at me. “You think this is gonna make me fire you?!” He snarled viciously.

I tried to speak but his chokehold on my neck made me unable to speak. This bitch was choking the living hell out of me!

“You are my employee!” He growled slowly, through gritted teeth. God, he looks so scary! “You signed the damn contract by yourself! No one forced you! So you have to keep working for me till Maggie recovers! If you pull this shitty stunt again, you're gonna regret it, am I clear?!”

I quickly nodded and he let me go. I slumped on the floor, my hand flying to my neck, gasping and choking for breath.

He towered over me, “Now get up, let's get to work.”

I glared at him, biting my lips so hard that blood began to spill. You goddamn son of a bitch! You think you're gonna come to my own home and threaten me just because I signed some stupid employment contract?!

I wasn't going to let this go. I scrambled to my feet and landed a sucker punch on the side of his face that sent him staggering backward.

From the look on his face, I could tell he wasn't in the slightest expecting me to retaliate.

Just because he's huger than me doesn't mean I'm gonna back down from a fight. We're both men.

His face twisted with rage. “Oh no, you didn't.”