Pleasure and Sin

CHAPTER SIX

Laurina's POV

“Jack!?”

I could feel my cheeks flushed. I pause the audiobook that was still playing, and sit up. My stomach churned and I looked at him with lust filled eyes. My p***y is still throbbing.

“Jack… I…”

He turns his back to me. My heart was racing as if I just concluded a 2500 meters race a few seconds ago. I hoped he would at least say something, or scold me, or whatever. But no word came out of his mouth for more than five minutes.

I pull off my headphones, straighten my jeans and my sweat shirt, sit well and wait for his judgement. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. The minutes went by without a word from him, everywhere was quiet except for the rapid racing of my heart, it kept worsening with every passing minute.

Jack just stood where he was, his back facing me; my palms were sweaty like that of a nervous child exposed for stealing a classmate’s snack on a field trip. God! Can't he just say something? Should I say something first?

Jeez, Laurina! You're the f*****g boss and you can do whatever you want in your office. He's the one at fault for barging in without permission. What was he looking for in the first place?

“Jack. Jack???”

He didn't turn or act as if I had called out his name. He just stood there, his back towards me and his fist clenched. What is he even thinking in a moment like this? Why is he making things awkward?

I can't feel bad for seeking pleasure to free myself from the draining thoughts that surround me. I've always done this to ease myself. This is what has been keeping me sane from fooling around like Charles, I can't let a stranger take that euphoria away from me!

“Jack, what are you doing here?” I asked finally, after building up courage and letting go of my embarrassment.

Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty seconds.

Is he going to ignore me in my office after barging in and inconveniencing me?

“Maybe you should take your sad feet out of my office and stop acting like I killed your family,”

Movement. I saw his hands twitch, a slight shift and a swift turn; he was now facing me. His eyes dead and cold like he had just stumbled on his ex who cheated on him.

“Maybe? How could you say that when you know what you did?”

“Urgh!” I groaned, and rolled my eyes at him while rubbing the back of my neck. What is wrong with this dude!?

“I was just enjoying myself before you barged into my office without permission.”

“Laurina…”

“Shh!” I held up my finger to my mouth, gesturing to him to keep mute.

“Mrs Charles. And maybe you should learn to mind your business.”

“You…”

“Why were you shocked? Haven't you watched porn before? Is it your first time seeing a woman do to herself what you men think they can't do?”

“That's not…”

Get out, Jack! Get out!”

He heaved a sigh, shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the office without another word. I stared at his silhouette as it gradually slipped through the corner. He was gone just like that, but the atmosphere hung sad, clearly I hurt him by reacting that way. Who cares anyway? I've been hurt several times today.

I collapsed on the couch, and let out a long, dry and forced laughter.

“That was a bad idea,” I muttered, a part of me judged my reaction earlier.

The office no longer felt safe anymore. Everything changed within a few minutes. Why am I feeling this way over a guy that is barely 24 hours in his assigned job role? What is this feeling that is tormenting me?

I grabbed my phone, car keys and my purse. Maybe I should lodge in a hotel; a good meal, a hot bath, and a good sleep would solve my problem.

“I'll drive.”

A cold chill ran through my veins.

“Why are you here? Why are you still here?”

“My mind would not be at rest if I let you stay alone.”

I scoffed. Talk about a guy with smooth lines. He probably thinks that I'm in my teens.

“Aww, such a sweet talker. You probably think I'm a teenage girl that would fall for your sweet talks.”

“Let me drive.”

“Don't make me blacklist you.”

“I'm just doing a goodwill. Remember you took a shot of vodka this evening.”

I paused. He was there? I took it a few minutes after he left to calm my nerves. Was he watching me the whole time?

Jack snatched the keys from me, entered the driver's seat and slammed the car door leaving me with no other option than to join him in the car. What a jerk!

“Just think of me as your designated driver,” he smirked. So full of himself.

I rolled my eyes.

“Where is your destination?”

“157 West 57th Street.”

I could tell he was trying to act calm as if nothing had happened earlier, but the awkwardness was totally visible and giving him away. It was as if he was going wild in his thoughts. It would have been nice to work with him for a long time, but I guess it's not necessary anymore.

“Submit your resignation letter tomorrow. I'm not ready to deal with you.”

Silence. Everywhere went silent, nobody talked throughout the drive except for the stealth glances exchanged through the rearview mirror. It was obvious that he wanted to talk, so I ignored him and leaned on the head rest pretending to sleep.

I jerked, and stirred. Looking around the environment felt familiar, I was at home. Huh? Where's he?

“Jack?”

No sound. Did he leave already? And he didn't wake me? Ha! So much for wanting to keep me safe.

My hand reached for the door knob, I stumbled out of the car, still feeling lightheaded. A hand held me, I scoffed. Charles has finally come to his senses, I thought he wouldn't.

Wait. Jack?

“You're still here?”

“You were sleeping. Let's get you inside.”

I scanned my iris, the door opened and I marched in only to stumble on a heel. A heel??? Everything became clearer.

A red brassiere on the couch. A red thong on the table. A slutty dress on the floor, and a familiar scent.

“Charles!!!” I shrieked, choking on my saliva.

Jack tried to hold me down, I pranced forward. How could he? So, he now has the nerve to bring a strange woman into our home? My house?

“You godforsaken son of a battered b***h! Charles!!!”

I squeezed the door knob, the door flung open to reveal Charles gleefully riding a woman on our bed!

“Charles!”

He didn't even bat an eye.

“How dare you???”

“Hi, sister!”

Sister???