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Working off days?!

He sucked the sensitive spot on my neck and before I could think of anything, my knee met his precious part down and just as I kicked him, my hands flew over to my mouth. This was not me, this was so not me. I would never harm anyone, but I guess it triggered me. I got scared when he came too close and I didn't know if I was being over dramatic or something, but I considered it as sexual harassment.

Hot or not, without consent, everything was a harassment for me.

I didn't understand why he was so angry on seeing me with Matt. Matt was my best friend and he didn't want to believe it. What does he want me to say then? I was telling the truth and yet he thought that I was lying. How was I suppose to make him believe that I was not lying and he was my best friend for real?

He got on the floor on his knees holding his ehem and glared at me with fiery eyes.

"Who was he, Sienna?" He asked, looking straight in my eyes. Even with his face contorted in pain, he looked scare and that was why I felt something churning inside my stomach.

"My b-est f-friend."

"Lying once again, I see."

"I swear, I am not lying. He is really my best friend." Thank god for no shaking voice or stuttering this time.

"We will see about that, sweetheart." With that said, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me hardly. I didn't respond to his kiss because my brain was still in shock.

He was kissing me.

My boss was kissing me!

His lips were pressed against mine, making my heartbeats go fast not because of the pleasure, but because of fear. I had definitely read such novels and did find it hot, but nothing about this felt hot. It felt disgusting.

"Kiss me, Sienna."

I didn't. This was wrong. He was not suppose to kiss me. He was my boss and the only relationship that could ever happen between us was a professional one. He must be drunk to kiss me, but he didn't smell of alcohol. I tried to push him, but he pulled me tight against his body. His grip on my waist tightened and a gasp escaped from my mouth. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth and explore it.

This was wrong, this was disgustingly wrong. He was the first person to make me feel something that I have never felt, so beyond angry. But at the end of the day, he was my boss and I was his employee and I couldn't be rude to him if I wanted to keep my job, but then again, my self respect and dignity was more important than any job in this goddamn world.

I pushed him again with a bit more pressure and he stumbled backwards a little, enough for me to breathe and then I slapped him, hard and was I feeling regret? Hell, no. I made the worst mistake of looking in his eyes, his angry eyes. His blue eyes were almost black. He just kept looking in my hazel eyes, as if searching for just the right moment to ruin my life with the flick of his fingers. After few moments of complete silence and staring, he spoke something which made me surprised.

"He is your boyfriend, isn't he?"

"What?"

"You are in a relationship with him and that's why you didn't kiss me back. Obviously, you have to be a good, loyal girlfriend." He said the last sentence bitterly.

How do I explain it to him that I could never be in a relationship with him, neither could any girl on this planet. He was assuming the worst like everyone else, he was also a judgemental human. I don't know why, but I thought he was different. Not like everyone described him to be as, not rude or arrogant like everyone say, but I was wrong because the next words he said, definitely proved that he was the most cold hearted person to step foot on this earth.

"I want you to make reports of the company's progress of past ten years and also prepare the presentation of the meeting with Mr. Shein."

"But, the meeting with Mr. Shein is on Friday." And today was Tuesday.

"So?"

You never said anything about working off-hours— I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. I was never the one to speak my brains out. Never. I was always that shy and obedient girl, who will do as you say without uttering a single 'oomph', but tonight just brought out a different side of me that I never knew existed.

"This will teach you why you should never lie to me or kick me in the nuts or slap me. All the files and reports are on the second room to your left."

Before I could ask him anything, he was gone. I made my way towards the room and searched for all the files that I need. He has given me work which, on normal days, I would have taken three days to complete, during office hours, ofcourse. I sighed and sat on the table with heaps and heaps of papers around me. I felt like, tomorrow was my exam and I had not even opened my books yet.

I took off the heels and keep it aside. After that, I message Matt that I won't be able to come home tonight, to which he obviously assumed that we were going to do some dirty deeds. Yes, doing all this paper work by tomorrow morning was a dirty deed, but completely opposite of his definition. I explained everything to him and if imaginations could kill, then Mr. Steele would be dead by now.

Let's begin the torture time.

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As morning came, I was exhausted. It was seven in the morning and I had only completed making the reports of the past ten years, the presentation was still left. I had not closed my eyes even for a split second. My eyes were burning because of the constant stare between papers and computer and obviously, because pf the sleep in my eyes. My throat was beginning to dry, so I decided to take a quick break. I walked out of the room in search of the kitchen.

The apartment was huge. I would have taken some moment to admire the beauty of the apartment, but I had no time to spare. After five minutes of useless walking, I finally found the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water and filled the glass, gulping down two glasses of water, Yes! I was that thirsty!

Just as I turned around, Mr. Steele was standing there in nothing, but just his boxers. No pants, no shirt, just his boxers. He had well defined six packs. His muscles flexed as he crossed his arms before his chest and that's when I realised that I was staring at him or rather, ogling at him.

I never denied that he was bad for eyes, it was almost like looking at him was a sin, but did it make me want to jump on him? Absolutely not, atleast not after last night knowing what kind of a disgusting person he was.

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment and I just stood there looking at my bare feet. He walked towards me and stopped right in front of me.

"Have you completed the work?" The rudeness in his voice made me feel like slapping him. I shook my head sidewise, indicating a 'no'.

"You better complete the work by nine, or else the punishment will be worse." Before he could say anything, I left the kitchen and walked to the room. I had no time to waste or ogle at his body. I had exactly one hour and forty one minutes to complete the presentation, come out of this party clothes and reach the office. If this punishment is not worst, than I don't even want to imagine his worst punishment.

I quickly started doing my presentation, as best as I could in the limited time period. After I completed the presentation, I dialled Matt's number and told him to pick me up from Mr. Steele's apartment and also to bring fresh pair of clothes.

I collected all the papers and because I didn't have any pendrive, I sent the presentation to my e-mail account. After slipping the heels to my feet, I walked out of the apartment, not sparing a single glance. I probably looked like a hooker, walking along the corridors of the porché building in nothing, but just a tiny blue dress, which also happened to be backless. My hair were frizzy and my makeup was smudged.

Lemme kill Matt for dragging me to that stupid party!

As I walked out of the elevator, I spotted Matt's car and I made my way to his car, "You look like a mess!" Matt exclaimed, as soon as I sat on the passenger seat.

"It's all your fault!"

"How is that my fault?"

"If you wouldn't have dragged me to that party, then I wouldn't have met Mr. Steele and I would still be in one piece!" He looked at me weirdly and then at my dress, indicating that I was in one piece.

"Your clothes are in the back seat." I thanked him and climbed to the back seat. The glasses of his car were black, so I didn't have to worry about anyone peeking at me through window.

"Matt."

"Yes?"

"Don't peek." He laughed at me, but agreed nevertheless.

I slipped out of the blue dress and changed into a white blouse, black jeans and dark blue blazor. I fished the bag for sandals, but there were none. That means, I have to work with these killer black heels.

Atleast, it goes well with my outfit.

"Babe, take this. I think you really need it." He said, passing me some wipes to remove all the makeup and a deodorant and I was really grateful to him for that.

After wiping out all the makeup, I sprayed some deodorant and tied my hair in a ponytail.

This is why girls, you should always wear a hair tie on your wrist, you can need it anytime!

"Babe, we are here."

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I was really nervous to face Mr. Steele after last night's encounter. Last night's images started flashing on my mind and an embarrassing blush instantly formed on my cheeks. His touch was like fire and just the thought of it was burning me in a disgusting way.

Soon, I was standing outside Mr. Steele's office and my nerves were all over the place. I knocked on his door and I heard him say, 'come in'. I turned the doorknob and entered his office. I didn't dare to look at him, so I just kept my eyes down. It didn't even matter if what I did last night was right or wrong, I was scared nonetheless.

He was my boss at the end of the day and maybe I did go a little overboard with the slap, the kick was enough already, but he did steal my first kiss forcefully, so...

I put the files and pendrive on his table and stood across the desk silently.

"Sit." His voice was demanding as always. I obeyed his order silently. I kept fidgeting with my fingers, while he was going through the files and the presentation. I crossed my fingers and hoped that my work satisfied him.

"Get me coffee."

No praise, no 'good job', not even a 'hmm', but atleast he didn't say anything rude or mean. To hear nothing was better than being scolded. Only the third day of work and I was beginning to feel tired.

Dear weekends, I miss you.

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