Ruin My Life

Something Unexpected

"Just in time like always, how you doin'?" Bradly's voice is light. "Not too bad really, doin' much better thank you." I utter. "Where do you want me today?" I ask him. "Actually, can you just break down these boxes in the back?" He asks. "I figured I'd just keep it light today, we are fully staffed, I just figured you could use the money." He states. "Oh, sure thing yea that sounds fine. I guess" I shrug. "Ok, great thanks." He says in response.

Lunch rush is just as busy as ever, and everyone seems to be in a good mood. After what seems to be about a half hour later Bradly comes to the back with more empty boxes. I take them from him and start to break down those too. Bradly steps behind me and turns on the radio. Three doors down plays through the whole building. I feel his hand gently connect to my arm, and I turn to face him. His hand softly caresses my face, and I lean into it. There is a jolt in my body, my heart skips a beat. My eyes spot his thin lips, his eyes gazing are into mine. "Can I ask you something?" He questions. "Ask me anyting." I plead. "How can Derek not want you?" His body inching even closer towards mine. My breath is caught in my throat, and my heart is racing. I can feel my palms getting sweaty, as my stomach is fluttering. I never get nervous, I never get butterflies. But with him, with Bradly I've never felt more alive. He takes his other arm and wraps it around my waist, as he gently holds my face into his other hand. He leans in painfully slow, and brushes his lips to mine. We collide into a kiss, suddenly he backs away cover his head with his hands. "f**k" he pants. I'm completely out of breath, I stand in silence, as the tension becomes more intense he draws closer to me again. This time he takes my face with both of his hands, and we crash into eachother with more passion than first. He backs me into the wall behind me and lifts his hand up my shirt. A soft moan escapes from my mouth. Bradly lets me go, "I can't control myself when I'm with you" he manages to mutter his voice husky. Just like that, I feel the poison set into my veins. I want more, I need more, but he backs away from me again. As if almost too scared to touch me.

"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have.." He stampers. Before I can say anything he turns away from me, and returns to his office. I stand my hands clammy, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I look around to the other side of the wall to see everyone is busy with the lunch rush. I start to pace back and forth I finally decide to leave, and go home. I hang my visor on the hanging rack, grab my purse, clock out and start for my jeep. When I reach home, I make a dash inside, strip myself of my clothes and climb into my pajamas. I crawl into my very inviting bed, and lay there thinking of what had happened just moments ago.

A few hours have gone by, and I check the messages on my phone.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

3:45 pm

"Damn I knew you wouldn't have answered, sorry"

5:00 pm

I respond back

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, who is this?"

Delivered 5:30pm

"Bradly"

5:32pm