Malicious

I can’t quit

"Be careful with me. Do you know what you doin? Whose feelings that you hurtin' and bruisin'?" - Cardi B

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☞ WHEN I woke up, I had remembered that I said I quit. And somehow I don't regret it. Of course I wanted enough money but things change sometimes.

I put my robe on and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair. After that I headed downstairs, sighing when I heard yelling already. I got to the kitchen, not making any eye contact with my ex boss. But I did hear Catrina. "Maeve honey?" She asked.

I looked at her and smiled. "Hi, good morning." I said to her, she softly smiled. She grabbed my arm and led me away from the crazy boss. "Xandria told me you quit?" She asked me.

"Yes. I have." I said softly, she frowned even more. "Is the pay not good? Is it too big for you to clean alone?" I shook my head. "The pay is great, more than I can count. It's just that, for the past few weeks, Mrs. Leno has made me miserable. I feel as though I'm back in my own home with a mother who hates me." I sighed.

"Nothing I do is okay for her. She purposefully makes messes because she knows that I have to clean it. She ruined my whole schedule by making me her personal maid, and I clean more now then I did at night. I'm exhausted Catrina, I really, truly am. I feel like I'm being bullied and I don't know why I am."

She had a angry glint in her eyes. "I truly don't know what the hell is wrong with her. But I understand, as much as I want you to stay so you can fully live on your own, I know how tough she is and how rude she can be. Can I please convince you? Anything you need or want? Please let me know."

I shrugged. "All I want is for her to leave me alone. I was much better when she didn't acknowledge me." I said. "Done. She will no longer acknowledge you. I swear to you." She smiled.

"Am I also back to my regular schedule?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Yes you are. I am truly sorry for her actions, I know I shouldn't apologize for her, nor should I make excuses for her because I don't have any, I don't know why she's acting the way she's acting."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you think she is...racist?" I asked, she laughed. "Oh no, she's definitely not. Trust that." What she mean by that? "She's just a grumpy b***h who needs to stop targeting people." She said, I laughed softly.

But my laugh vanished when Mrs. Leno appeared. "I'm a grumpy b***h?" She asked her wife. Catrina turned her head. "Yes you are. You made my closest friend here, quit." She said, pretending to be angry.

They were cute. Very cute. Mrs. Leno smirked at her. "Oops." That's all she had to say? "Luckily she's staying, as long as you keep your distance." Catrina said to her.

Mrs. Leno wrapped her arm around her wife's waist, pulling her flat against her. It was like I wasn't even there. They have a bedroom for that. "You gonna let me come back to bed then?"

Catrina nodded. They almost kissed but Mrs. Leno looked over to me. Something in her eyes. "Oh! Sorry Maeve." Catrina said, pushing her wife away.

"Apologize to her Xan." Catrina told her, Mrs. Leno looked me up and down, slowly before turning her head to looked at her wife. She whispered something in her ear and then turned back to me. "I apologize for my actions. I will keep my distance from you unless it is truly needed."

And just like that. Everything was back to normal, except it wasn't. It wasn't gonna be normal to me, I would remember this for a long while.

"Thanks." I mumbled. "I'm gonna go now." I told them both. Catrina smiled at me and waved at me. "I'll talk to you later." She smiled.

I nodded, not looking back as I made my way upstairs. I sighed when I made it to my room. I needed to eat and work out. I changed into my workout clothes and I headed back downstairs. Somehow, as I tried to forget about everything that happened, Mrs. Leno's face kept popping up in my mind.

And it just made me attracted to her. Maybe I was getting my period, but even seeing her mad face just did something to me. Which was weird to say because she's made me cry too many times.

Yeah definitely getting my period. Ugh but the smirk she had on her face.

She bullied you for weeks. Shut the hell up.

Valid point. But damn she's not. Especially that smirk when we were all talking. And when she looked me up and down, slowly, like she was going over every inch of my body.

Okay, I know she's married and I would never go for a married woman. Never. I hate cheaters. But I can admire someone right? That someone just so happens to be rude and married. I sighed, shaking my head as I made myself eggs, bacon and one waffle, with coffee.

After I ate, I went to the gym, making sure to fill my water bottle before then and making sure I had my headphones. When I got in there, guess who was there?

Actually, let me just say who. My boss. Mrs. Leno. She had a sport bra on and black shorts on.

What a view. She already had a great body, but when it's sweating, and she's working out? That was adding it to the fire. I have no idea what was wrong with me. Not even an hour ago did I want to cry because she looked at me.

I just couldn't deny the attraction I had for her, but that didn't mean I wasn't still upset about how I was treated. I think I was staring at her for too long, because she was already staring at me.

Smirking too. I adverted my eyes, putting my stuff down and grabbed a yoga mat. I put my headphones in and chose my music.

I started stretching, first by sitting on the floor and spreading my legs. I moved my upper body to my left leg, giving it a good stretch, then to my other, and then to the front. I made sure to count to ten for each.

When I was done with that, I closed my legs in the butterfly position, fluttering them. Then I laid toward for ten seconds. I'd say I was pretty flexible, not crazy flexible like a gymnast but I can do the splits and put my legs over my head.

I stood up, trying not to make any eye contact with my boss. I touched my toes for ten seconds and stood straight once again. I did look at her through the mirror, and she was already looking at me.

I cleared my throat, and sighed. I walked to the first equipment that I use in this gym, the treadmill. I put my phone in the little pocket and started the treadmill up. I started off by walking and progressed my way into running.

After that, Mrs. Leno did move onto bench pressing. That s**t was so hot. I wanted to take my head phones out and listen to her grunt. Hate her again, please hate her again.

I missed when I didn't ever see her and didn't have to hear her so I wouldn't crush this hard. Imagine there was a cliff and I was standing off the edge of it. It honestly does suck when having a crush on a married woman, because I know I can't do anything about it.

And I won't. Because I'm not some homewrecker, and I would never be able to do that to Catrina. She took me in and has made a really large impact on my life. This is the worst thing I could do to her, crush on her wife.

They are extremely happy anyways, what happened downstairs just proves it. No matter what, they will be happy. I was not the problem, Catrina was just making a statement and rocked with it.

And I would never get in the way of that, but it wasn't like Mrs. Leno was making advances on me. She was doing the opposite of what I slightly wish she was doing. What am I doing with my life?