Chapter 32 My Boss And I (4)
Don't blame me.
I was gay now, and ever since that weekend with Mr. Tesla, my perception of being his man changed.
I began to see a world full of magic sticks, fantasy, and pure acts of love.
Was I mad?
Just one tweak in me, I'd switched to something I hated the most.
Yes, I was probably mad.
"Someone is here, making a scene in the lobby. At the mention of your name, Jonah, the receptionist had to let her through," Sally, my colleague said to me as she walked in.
"Who's that?" I asked, my eyes lit up in surprise.
Just then, Hilary walked into our office dressed in a short dress, her tainted hair was tied up in a ponytail.
"You wouldn't pick up my calls," she stated when her eyes landed on me.
My heart jumped out of me and I jerked out of my chair. Quickly, I flashed a look towards Mr. Tesla's office, hoping to the heavens that he hadn't arrived yet.
"Hilary, what are you doing here?" I asked, scratching my low-cut hair.
Couldn't she tell from the smack I'd landed on her face the other day that I wasn't interested in her anymore?
She grabbed my arm, looking up at me. "You cheated, I cheated, let's call it even. But don't break up with me, Jonah," she started.
All eyes ogled at us, and my stomach tightened at the prospect that everyone was listening to us. "Go home, Hilary. We will talk more when I see you." I shrugged her away from me.
"No, you won't, Jonah. You've changed ever since that night you sucked that man's dick. Whosoever he is, I truly do not care," she spread her hands wide.
Eyes widened, and low murmurings began in the background. Was she drunk? Maybe, she was, 'cause what is this madness she was spurting from her lips?
"Shut the fuck up, Hill," I grabbed her arm, pulling her out with me.
But she shoved me backward, allowing me the moment to stagger. "Who was that man you were fucking? That you had to neglect my calls, make me the fool and you watched me go at it with someone else. You were in it, weren't you?" She raved.
My eyes caught on Sally rolling her eyes. "Someone call in the security guards!" I shouted.
"No one is taking me out of this very office! And you will answer every bit of my fucking question!" She shot a finger to my face.
Hillary was crazy, my mouth dropped open. Was she on drugs? She was usually not the type to talk this much.
How was I to make this clear to her that I didn't want her anymore? She'd broken my heart and that was it.
"There's no need for that," Mr. Tesla walked in, carrying his office bag with him.
He stopped before us after everyone had scrambled to their desks. Then he switched his gaze on Hilary.
"Are you aware that this is an organization, Hilary Arnold?" Mr. Tesla put in.
That shocked Hilary. She turned to look at me and then back at Mr. Tesla. "I...I hope this isn't what I'm thinking," her voice croaked.
She was a smart girl, that I would commend. She could recognize the voice of Mr. Tesla. But this was where it should all end. Enough with the embarrassment.
"I do not have to call in the security guards. But if you do prefer to rake in your madness, I have no choice but to release your video," he whispered to her ears and allowed his message to slice through her.
Her eyes bulged at Mr. Tesla. With tears in her eyes, she sniffed and gave me one last look before stepping out on her own accord.
One look at Mr Tesla and I knew that he'd threatened my ex-girlfriend. I shut my eyes, muttering and cursing myself for throwing in such a reckless bet.
It was later at dusk, when everyone had gone home again that Mr Tesla finally called me into his office. He had refused to call on me, he preferred to call on his secretary than to see my face.
"This is me," I walked, acting like I didn't care if he'd talked to me.
"You're proud, Jonah," he began, standing to his feet.
"I do not understand, Mr. Tesla," I said.
He went around his desk and twirled me to face him. "You've lost your shame. Your girlfriend comes to my company and decides to spill our secrets. Yet, you act like you ain't bothered. Do you know what it would do to my image?" He asked me.
I met his stare- head-on. I had no idea. "It wasn't my fault, Mr Tesla."
He grabbed my chin, while one of his fingers bruised my lower lip. "I admit, it wasn't. But I'm forced to punish you, Jonah. That is the only way I can quell my fury," his voice was low.
My heart began to thud. What sort of punishment was he talking about?
He dug a finger into my mouth, I let it in allowing him the pleasure of sliding his finger on my tongue. His eyes glowed as he watched me.
"No matter how mad I am at you, I can not hold it against you," he grabbed my hair, pulling my neck to his mouth.
I swallowed a deep breath. He was stirring up the need in me. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay still.
But when his mouth found mine, I let loose. He forced me against his desk, sweeping one frantic hand across his desk and everything came stumbling down.
"Jonah," he moaned claiming my mouth, pressing his hardness to mine.
"How do you intend to punish me?" I hissed, as he pressed a hand to my rod.
"Be quiet, Jonah, let me have a taste of your mouth first," he suppressed my words, pulling out my tongue from its cage.
The kiss stretched on before he finally pulled back, shoved my trousers down to my thighs then spurned me around.
"Have you ever been fucked from behind?" His voice was hoarse.
"I'm always the one doing the "thrusting", I replied to him.
"Then you will learn," he smirked before he went down on his feet, parted my butt crack, and began to lap at my hole.