Vengeance in his bed

Episode7

I spent the rest of my weekend thinking about the dinner party.

More specifically, I kept thinking about Ryan.

I smiled when I remember our conversation before he left, especially the part I slipped and mentioned that night.

Oh! That night.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still think about it.

I still remembered being drunk and wandering the streets with no destination in mind. My head was a mess, my heart even worse.

He almost ran into me with his car, then I passed out.

When I opened my eyes, he had taken me to safety and sat over me, making sure I was okay.

I was sober enough to feel the pain still in my heart, and even in my miserable state, his eyes felt like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

His lips looked like they could soothe my heart and take away my pain. I remember kissing him first, his lips were softer than I’d imagined. It was sweeter than I had expected, warm yet sending intense fire to every sense in my body.

His hands were slow, hesitant, like he was fighting something— his desires. But I had just lost the most important person in my life, I didn’t give a damn about anything at that point.

All I knew was that whatever he was doing to me was an escape from reality, and it was exactly what I needed.

When my palm slowly massaged his bare chest, down to his abdomen, down to his waist and down to his rod, he dropped whatever resistance he had.

He grabbed me like I was a lost treasure.

His lips…damn. They did things to me.

I was wrong to think feeling them on my lips was a sweet feeling.

When they met my n****e, I broke, I melted, I dissolved.

The moans I released were melodies even to my own ears.

And then, that evil lips of his went lower down to my navel and lower to….

“Stop!” I slapped my forehead.

My body was trembling and hot. At this rate, I was going to lose my mind before Monday arrived.

I ran to the bathroom and had a cold shower to banish these thoughts from my mind.

Then, I thought about the ride home after he stormed down the stairs with bloody hands and cold eyes. He was very quiet and his expression showed anger.

I struggled between anger and sympathy. But I swallowed whatever comment or question I had.

After a slow and taunting weekend, Monday finally came.

I took extra time dressing and getting ready for work. It was a new week, I had to start well.

Alighting at Blackwood holdings with a very high energy and mood, I checked my the time and smiled mischievously.

I was an hour early and I had plans. Evil ones at that.

My smile deepened when I confirmed Linda hadn’t arrived yet.

“Perfect.” I clapped and strolled right to her desk.

Time for payback, Witch. I spent the entire weekend planning this. Well, aside from fighting my dirty thoughts about Ryan.

I pulled out a hard drive from my bag and plugged it into her computer.

I tapped some keys and waited a few seconds. “Done.” I smirked, returned the hard drive and left the office.

An hour later, after making absolutely sure Linda had arrived, I returned.

I stepped back into the office and the scene I met shook me a little.

Linda’s desk was a complete mess. Her bag was on the floor with its contents scattered. The files on her table were dumped on the floor too. Her heels were long gone, and she hit the computer like a mad woman.

“Linda, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I rushed to her with concern. Academy Award level of concern.

“My… my … computer. Everything… Everything is gone.” She ran her hands through her hair like she was fighting tears.

“What do you mean gone?”

“My computer was wiped, formatted. All the company details are gone. I was supposed to attend to some e-files but they are gone too.” She ran both hands through her hair.

“Oh no.”

“I’m so screwed. I’m going to get fired,” She whispered.

“Why don’t you take it to the tech department. They should be able to do something.” I suggested.

“Tech Department!” Hope returned to her eyes.

“That’s right. Thank you, I’ll go now.” She unplugged her computer other equipments.

I bit my lip as I watched her leave.

The tech department can’t help her. I knew that.

Ah! I’m such an evil person.

The day progressed with Linda moving around the office like an insane woman, breathless, barefoot and sweating.

A tiny part of me felt bad. Just a tiny part.

Ryan, however, hadn’t come to work. I had turned my head every time the elevator made a sound but he never appeared.

I struggled between calling or texting him, but I didn’t seem to be able to do either.

Arghhh. Was he sick? Or was he beating up someone else to death?

“Hello?”

I looked up, and a petite woman stood in front of my desk. She was pretty, neatly dressed, and looked stressed.

“Yes?”

“You’re Mr. Ryan’s assistant, right?”

“I am.”

She sighed in relief, “Thank goodness.”

She introduced herself as Sophia from Finance and explained that they needed Ryan’s signature on an urgent document. Without it, an important project would be delayed.

I checked the file and she wasn’t exaggerating.

It was important.

“I’m afraid he hasn’t touched this.” I flipped through the pages and the signature spaces were empty.

“Oh! Goodness.” Sophia cried out.

“You know what?” I said confidently, “Leave this to me. I’ll get his signature and return it before the end of the day.” The confidence in my voice should be questioned.

Sophia looked instantly relieved, “Really?”

“Sure.” I nodded, even though I had no idea how to go about it, yet.

“Oh! Thank you so much.”

After she left, I stared at the document.

Then, I picked up my phone and called Ryan immediately. He picked up on the second ring.

“Are you not coming to the office today, sir?”

“Are you missing me already, Miss Amelia?” His lazy voice replied, like he had just woken up from a long sleep.

I swallowed, ignoring how ridiculously good his morning voice sounds. “Ummm, there is a very urgent document that needs your signature.”

“Does it have to be today?”

Was he whining?

“Yes it does. A project would be delayed.” I had my hand on my waist.

“Fine.”

I smiled. Victory at last.

“Bring it to my house.”

My smile disappeared.

“What?” I blurted.

“You can check my table for other urgent documents, and bring them to my house, Miss Amelia.” The way he emphasized on ‘Miss Amelia’ like he was making fun of me.

“Urmmm, I …”

“I’ll send the address, though I believe you have a really good memory.” He was playing with me now.

This man was impossible.

“I…” He hung up before I could even make a sound. Just like that.

“Arghhh! No way.”