Rendezvous at Silver Lining

Sarah's POV: Why

My relationship with Raphael has completely gone to s**t. He refuses to be alone with me, and if we are, he mandates his office door to be open or that we're always seen in public. He scurries around after that cow like a love-sick puppy and makes no attempt at hiding his treacherous ways in front of me.They've been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and to my absolute horror and confusion, the b***h is not only dating Raphael but she's still dating Damien Becker as well. How the f**k is that even possible??? What is it about her that has so many drawn to her like a moth to flame? I remember speaking to Olivia about it yesterday, and she was more upset about the situation than even I was. Probably because her and Damien were in a semi formal relationship that she just waltz in on and destroyed.

Flashback: Phone call...

Olivia: HOW THE f**k DOES SHE GET TO HAVE BOTH. THE b***h WASN'T JUST HAPPY WITH ONE, BUT SHE NEEDED BOTH?!!!

Me: That's what the f**k I said. Like, what is it about her that makes everyone go coo-coo for coco puffs?

Olivia: I swear when I get my hands on that b***h I'm gonna...

Me: You're gonna what, O?

Olivia: Actually. You know how she's having an art gallery showing and auction in a few weeks, right?

Me: Yeah. Why?

Olivia: What if we got rid of her?

Me: What do you mean by that?

Olivia: Come on, now. Use your head. I know a guy who knows a guy. After her grand debut, we can hire some guys to rough her up a bit, nothing major. Then, have them make her swear to leave town and never show her face again. After that, we could finally have our men back. What do you think?

Me: I don't know. Seems kind of dangerous. We wouldn't get caught, right?

Olivia: Not at all. It'll be on them. We could hire some thugs anonymously, and they could do the heavy lifting for us. You could also be there at the place they take her of you want some real revenge.

Me: I do like the sound of that. Ok, let's do it. We have to be quick. It's in less than 2 weeks.

Olivia: f**k! OK. I'll get on it. I'll let you know the details.

End of flashback.

I was a little uncertain, but knowing Olivia the way I do, I know her plans usually work. She explained further that no one would be suspicious of us because of the auction she'll be holding that night. So it would be more plausible for theives and thugs to kidnap her for ransom. I relaxed after hearing that and began to think about what I'll be wearing on that day. I had zero intentions on going to that beast's art show, but now I'm incenivised. I was in the office trying to get my work done quickly so I could go home when Raphael came waking pass my desk. He doesn't even look my way anymore, and my heart hurts everytime I think about it. How could he give me up for that dark thing? I'm better than her in every aspect. I decided to finally get my conversation.The b***h wasn't in the office today, so he has no reason to turn me away. I got up from my seat and knocked on the door.

"Come in. "

I walked in his office. He quickly glanced up at me. He didn't even try to hide how displeased he looked. He went back to his laptop and the documents spread across his desk. I stood there admiring him for a minute. Even with me being angry at him, he was still so got damn fine. His locks were pulled back in a low half up/half down style.The locks that were out, laid across his back and drapped over his shoulders. He wore a red buttoned down shirt that had the top few buttons open. His black vest laid over top of the shirt, giving him such a devilish, debonair look. I took in the office that, for a while, was like our s*x dungeon or love nest. I remembered the countless times he had me bent over, screaming to the gods for him to stop but give me more.The many times I had his d**k in my mouth and swallowed every once of his c*m down. All the times I squirted and creamed on his juicy, thick, large coc-

"You knocked for a reason. What is it?"

Damn. I didn't even realize I zoned out. His voice brought me back to reality. I cleared my thoughts and walked up to his desk with only one question in my mind.

"Why?

"Why, what?"

He raised his brow at me.

"Why her? She’s clearly not better than me in any way, so why her?"

He frowned and glared at me. Usually, I would automatically back down, but today wasn't one of those days. And now that I'm here, my blood boils with rage.Those same eyes that used to undress me, now looked at me with contempt and all for some basic ass b***h.

"You? Better?"

He scoffed.

"Please. Don't be foolish. In what ways do you perceive yourself to be better. You and her have worked here for the same amount of time, but only she is essential to everyday life here at my company. Not only has she added value to it, but she's indispensable. Whereas you, I could let you go and never miss a step. Why? Because you are replaceable. Not only is she talented in this field, but she is making a name for herself outside of this place. All you're good for is sucking my d**k and draining my balls after a long day. So don't you ever compare yourself with my Divinity again!"

I was livid!! How dare he talk to me that way. And did this man just say my? That was the last straw for me. I laughed.

"Well, your Divinity isn't just yours, now is she? Last time I checked, she was still dating Damien Becker. They've been dating far longer than you two have. You talking about me draining your balls, I bet she's a c*m bank for Damien. I heard he's a real beast in the sheets and she has pretty big lips to take his monster c**k with no problem. And here you are claiming a b***h who's probably Damien's slut on a regular and you have the audacity to talk about me?"

All of a sudden, his chair flew back and he grabbed me by my throat, pulling me over his desk to face him eye to eye. I've never seen this side to him before and the look in his eyes scared the s**t outta me. I grabbed and scratched at his hand that was around my neck, trying to pry his fingers off me. But he just held on tighter. I gasped, punched and slapped at his arm and chest needing him to let me go.

"Let me go."

I barely got my words out above a whisper. My voice was strangled from the pressure he placed around my vocal chords. I started to feel faint and began to tremble. He soon let me go and I fell to the floor, flailing and coughing, trying to get air back into my lungs. He stepped around his desk and stood in front me. I tried to scramble away, but I had hardly any energy. He bent down and got so close, I could feel his breath on my face.

"You don't have another time to speak to or on Divinity in such a way. Anything that goes on in our personal life is of non of your concern. If I catch you speaking to her, you will deal with me. Do not test my patience, because it has already ran out. Know this, the only reason you still have a job here is not because of some latent love I have for you or that your so crucial to my work. It's because there isn't a sufficient reason to fire you and I don't have time to explain s**t to HR. Please, do yourself a favor. If you ever get to the point of doing something stupid, just quit. Because I can guarantee you will live to regret it. Now, get the hell outta my sight."

I quickly made my way to my feet and left his office in a hurry. I packed my things up and ran to my car. Today was the day that sealed Divinity's fate in my eye. She will know how I feel and feel the humiliation, pain and fear I just had to endure because of her. Maybe if I f****d up that pretty little face of hers to where no one would ever want to look at her again, then maybe he'll forgive me and come back to me. I want that b***h to f*****g suffer. I want her to bleed.

I. Want. Her. Dead.