I Am My Highschool Bully's Plaything

Breaks Me

Ryan's POV

“Who sent you here?” I asked harshly, the air in my lungs betraying me and running away as I looked at her.

“Uhm, I thought you might need them Sir, so I brought them.” She replied back meekly, staring right back at me, wearing a timid expression.

“And you thought it was okay to interrupt my meeting?” I asked sternly, eyeing the documents on her hand.

“Who is she? The male director asked again, cutting me off and also f*****g pissing me off before she could reply to my question. All our eyes fell on him.

“Don't concern yourself with her.” I said it with a calculated breath, trying so hard to hide how pissed the whole situation had made me.

“I'll have a word with you after the meeting.” He said, giving me a dirty look. I knew what he wanted, but she was f*****g mine and I don't share.

This was a thing shameless men did. She was right there, but he didn't care and the worst part about it, she didn't even see that she was being sexualized.

I was the only one allowed to f*****g f**k my b***h, no one else! My brows furrowed, my gaze narrowed and I was tempted to drive my fists into his face but I looked down to catch a breather.

When I raised my head, Alana was shaking, well I could sense it from her body movement. She was unsure of what to do so she just stood there, seducing the f**k out of me even without having to do much. Why the hell were the buttons removed?

Now she was dressed appropriately but she still looked like a god damn stripper, leading you to hell.

I would punish her for that later but now, she needed to leave the conference room before we all had d**k explosions. Yeah, it wasn't just me. The girl was so gorgeous it hurt to look at her sometimes.

“Drop the documents on the table and leave.”

“Yes sir.” She answered, walked all the way to the table and dropped it. When he turned around to leave, I ran a hand across my face to hide any reactions her heart shaped ass was doing to me.

There we have it. No more skirts either. She'll get oversized trousers as well. f*****g great. By the time she left, we were almost done so I rounded things up. Finally we had fixed the problem with the products.

I finally left the conference room and headed to my office to really relax and cleanse my mind. Well, I was actually going to make it worse and add a layer of dirtiness to it.

The male director stopped me in my tracks when he began to yell my name from afar and chase after me like I stole his kidney. Annoyed, I turned around to face him.

“What?” I spat when he caught on, my brows incredibly furrowed I would scare myself too.

“About the girl.” My lips curled upwards. The f*****g nerve. Well, maybe he meant someone else. At least that's what I wanted to believe.

“Which girl?” I asked, daring him to actually demand for her.

“You know which.” He grinned like he was about to get what he wanted, well too bad.

“No I don't. Tell me, let me be sure.” I urged him, hoping he wouldn't be so f*****g stupid.

“The one that dropped by at the office. I want her and I was wondering if you could link us up, just for a few nights.”

My blood heated. My muscles twitched. My jaw ticked. I wanted to really hurt him.

“No.” I said simply, refusing to talk further because it would be best for the both of us. I mean, he was a director.

“No? Why won't you do that for me?” I had the sudden urge to snap his neck. I was slipping so I told him how it was.

“I have no reason to hide information from you so she belongs to me and she's more than just a staff, so don't look at what you can't have because I'll never give her to you.” I said it as simply as I could and I watched the amusement leave his face and turn to concern.

“You sound particularly harsh today, Ryan. What's wrong?” If I didn't know better, I would've believed that he cared for me. Care? When absolutely nobody did? I had no friends, but I had power and money, and I'll f*****g use it to the last as compensation.

“Nothing. I'm going to my office now.” I walked away from him, my erection poking out of my slacks and fighting for it's right, looking for a hole. I needed to get a grip. I practically sprinted to my office and gulped down a whole bottle of water upon reaching before I sank into my seat.

Knowing that no one would dare walk into my office, I shamelessly did something I said I would never do. It was against my principles.

I searched the web for cheap porn.

Yes, I did that. I always told myself, nothing was ever so exciting that I would watch porn. Whenever I wanted s*x, I would go get it. I could afford a w***e, even up to a million whores at a go to service me.

Secondly, I had always had control over my urges. I had never gone out of character. All it took was for me to set my eyes on the shy but stubborn girl from school years ago, and I suddenly forgot how to act. I lost the f*****g plot.

Fuck no, I wasn't in love with her. I didn't even like the girl, but still, you can still want to f**k your enemy. The thrill makes it all worth it.

I thought of her as I held my d**k in my hands after pulling down my pants, then I began to watch f*****g porn, stroking my d**k steadily and cursing, wishing she was relieving me instead. I couldn't touch her, not yet. I would break her first, before she breaks me.