I heard my phone ringing somewhere around me, but I couldn't make out where it was coming from. The sound resounded through my ears, causing my pounding head to wince. My arms felt as if they were made of lead, and when I tried to feel around for the vibrating phone, I simply moaned in pain and rolled over. The cool sheets felt amazing against my flushed skin. My fingers danced along my silky sheets to find my vibrating phone. Finally, I was able to feel it and pick it up. By the time my wearing eyes were able to open, it stopped and I grabbed.
Course...
I threw it back onto the empty space on my bed, and threw back my sheets. My alarm clock said it was seven thirty, which means I'm a little off schedule. Glancing down for something to put on, I didn't see anything but a large t-shirt on my wooden floor. Shrugging, I simply put the t-shirt over my naked body. Once I was able to roll out of bed, I hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. Our Keurig was sitting happily on the counter, where I heard it warm up.
I reached up to grab my favorite to-go cup and shoved it into the spot to pour coffee.
"Excuse me?" The voice came from nowhere, and my heart began to pump furiously. My stomach leaped into my throat, and I turned quickly to find a man standing in the doorway, standing completely nude except the one hand that covered his crotch. My eyes traveled back up to his face, where I was met with blue eyes and short black hair that was dripping water onto his chest.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you! I just-uh... shit. Rian said it'd be okay for me to take a shower before I left, but I can't find any towels." His familiar face finally set in and I remember where he was from. He was the guy that Rian was sitting on when I got home the other day. With my hand still holding my frantic heart, I chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah... uh they should be in the third cabinet to the right of the sink." With a quick nod, he shot back upstairs and I simply laughed while staring out of the window. My yellow bug reflected the unusual sunlight, and it caused my mood to lift.
After getting ready, I eventually found out that 'towel' guy's name was James. He apologized once again and left as I was walking out of the door. He hopped in the expensive looking SUV and sped off like a bat out of hell. While balancing my coffee and huge purse, I managed to climb in my car and make my way towards the house.
It had been about a week and a half since I started working for him. Everyday, he managed to give me attitude. Even though it's only been about two weeks working, I already started dreaded working for him. Or even going to work itself. The only good thing coming out of it was his great looks, but his awful personality completely concealed that.
It was quiet as usual, but when I glanced down the hallway, I noticed a half eaten bone on the floor.
What the hell? I noticed a few other toys, when I was violently pushed to the ground. Turning quickly to fend off my attacker, I felt fur underneath my fingers. I saw that it was golden, and that's when I was licked on the face by the beast that knocked me down. The dog was big, but not so big to be considered a threat.
I laughed as he continued to lick my face and try to push him off.
"Woody! Get off of 'er!" The dog was pulled from on top of me, and I opened my eyes to find Tom looking down at me. My lips were curved up into a smile, but slowly deflated when I met his eyes.
"You have a dog?" I'm not sure where the question came from, but it came tumbling from my mouth as I struggled to get up. The puppy simply sat down next to Tom, but it's tail still swung back and forth excitedly.
"Yeah." He chuckled as his hand reached down to pet one of the dog's ears. I could feel the awkwardness cloud around us, so I stood up and straightened my shirt.
"Breakfast should be ready in about twenty minutes." With that I walked around him and to the kitchen. I heard him mumble something to Woody, and his loud footsteps make their way down the long hallway leading to his office. After stuffing my headphones in, I began to get to work on making breakfast. I swung open the fridge, my eyes darting back and forth between the ingredients. My hands immediately went for the eggs, and I noticed some ham in the door of the fridge. After remembering that I got croissants, I quickly got to work.
About halfway through cooking the ham, I realized I had been joined in the large kitchen. Woody sat next to me, staring up with big brown eyes. I simply smiled, and set a small piece off to the side to cool.
After getting everything finished, I walked down the hall to his office. When I knocked, there was no answer. So I opened the door, only to find it empty.
My mind began to wonder where he was, and think about how I'd get lost in this house if I tried to find him.
That's when I started to hear loud rap music blare from one of the rooms on the other side of the house. Guessing that's where he was, I padded down and opened the door, knowing he wouldn't hear my knock. I was met with even louder music and the sound of a weight machine. I watched as the weights moved up and down furiously, which made a loud sound every time they collided.
Tom lied flat on his back, only wearing long black sweatpants. I watched his face tighten with every pull. My eyes were stuck on his muscled arms, when I realized I was staring creepily from the doorway.
I looked for the light switch, and flicked it back and forth a few times. His eyes opened, and looked over at me. He carefully set the weights down and turned the loud music off. He strutted over and began to take the platter from me, when I was tripped from behind. I watched as Woody ran into the room and began to sniff the ground. I fell forward, and into his sweaty form.
After quickly composing myself, I stepped back, and braced myself against the door frame.
"Is this going to become a regular thing with you?" His deep voice caught me off guard, and when I glanced up at him, I noticed one of his eyebrows was cocked up. I saw Woody's tail stop wagging from my peripheral, and I wiped my hands on my jeans.
"God, I hope not." I tucked my unruly hair behind my ear, and met his eye with attitude. With a scoff, he turned and walked back over to the stereo.
"Whatever." With that he turned the rap music back on, and kept his back to me.
"Okay seriously, what the hell is your problem with me?" He seemed to have heard me and turned eyes wide. His thumb roughly pushed the off button, and there was silence throughout the room.
"Excuse me?" His voice was dangerously low, but it didn't effect my in the slightest.
"I'm not sure what I did for you to treat me like shit, but I'd really like to know." My hands landed on my hips and I stared up bravely into his eyes. I watched as he slowly walked up to me and stared directly into my eyes.
"You don't need to know anything. I'm your boss, and if you want to keep this job, you'll do whatever you're supposed to without question." His eyes were wild looking, but suddenly flickers back.
"If you have a problem with that, then you can leave." Turning away from me, he threw a towel over his shoulder. It took everything in me not open my mouth, instead I nodded.
"Fine. Have a nice life." Anger flared through me, and with a turn, I stomped out of the door.
Running to the kitchen, I ripped my purse from one of the bar stools and turned to leave. I stopped in my tracks when I spotted Woody sitting in front of me with questioning eyes. With a smile, I grabbed the small piece of ham and gave it to him softly. I ruffled his head once, then made my way out. It seemed like the nice weather disappeared and pouring rain took its place. Within seconds my hair was soaked, and by the time I reached my car, I was dripping from head to toe.
Before I started it up, I called Ms. Sanchez and waited for her to answer.
"Quinn! What a surprise!" Her perky voice angered me more, and I simply huffed.
"Is it too early to turn in a resignation?" I could hear my angry voice and I heard her groan from the other side.
"Quinn, please don't leave. I know he can be harsh from time to time-" With a laugh, I interrupted her.
"From time to time? He treats me like shit on a constant basis! I'm sorry, but everyday out of the small two weeks I've worked for him, he's treated me really bad. I've tried to put up with it, but I don't think this job is for me." As I finished, I cranked the ignition and drove off. All I could hear was silence and then a sigh.
"Okay Quinn, take the day off. Can we talk tomorrow? After everything cools down?" I contemplated her offer, and eventually agreed. We hung up and I drove home quickly.
I waited patiently for Rian to come home. I stood by the kitchen window, waiting for her red Cooper to pull up.
Happiness flooded through me when she finally arrived and I met her outside.
"Quinn! You're home!" I ushered her inside and hopped up on the counter.
"Yeah. I quit." Her wide blue eyes turned my way and chuckled.
"Damn, that didn't take long. What happened?" She grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and leaned against the counter.
"I got tired of him treating me horribly. So we got in a small fight and he told me if I didn't like it that I could leave. So I did." With a shrug, I smiled at her. She started to clap slowly and let out a loud laugh.
"Yeah, that's right!"
Sooner or later we ended up on the couch with loads of food that littered our laps.
"So I met your guy this morning. You forgot to give the guy a towel." I looked over at her form and watched as her shoulders bounced.
"Oh god..-"
"Yep! Came down as nude as your lipstick." Her laugh rang out throughout the room and I chuckled along with her.
"Cute guy. When'd you meet him?" She got up and smiled.
"New teacher at school. Finally a hot one." She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a stack of papers. She held the two stacks up and smirked.
"Wanna help grade?"
We sat for the remainder of the night grading papers and drinking wine. She would sporadically text on her phone, only guessing it was James.
She retired around ten thirty, and I followed not far behind.
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Waking up this morning, I felt extremely productive. I rolled out of bed and took a shower, then after getting dressed, began cleaning.
I flitted about cleaning any dirty surface I spotted. I had one headphone jammed in my ear, and I could hear a mixture of sound coming from the dishwasher, washer, and dryer.
I was carefully carrying a basket full of laundry to the couch to fold, when I heard three loud knocks on my door. Pausing my music, I threw my phone onto the couch next to the basket. With a glance out of the kitchen window, I noticed a large figure standing close to my doorway. My eyes couldn't tell who it was, so I padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole. All I was able to see was the top of a head.
"Can I help you?" Hopefully my voice could be heard from outside of the door. I planted my ear on the cold door, and waited for a reply.
"Uh, it's me, Tom. Can I talk to you?" Anger flooded through me and I flung the door open to find Tom standing there with his hands in his jeans pockets.
I motioned for him to come in and he slowly walked through.
"So, what?" I walked towards the living room and started folding the clothes. My eyes stayed on my task at hand.
"I have realized that I haven't treated you the best-"
"You or Ariana pointed it out? Cause you've been treating me like this for weeks. Not once did it seem to bother you." He nodded while looking to the side. His full lips poured out and he looked back at me with eyebrows raised. I watched as his douchebag expression made an appearance.
"No it didn't bother me, cause I had other things at mind that were worse than how you felt. Now I fuckin' know that it was wrong of me to do that. So here I am, apologizing." His hands shot out and I nodded.
"Sure. Okay, so I have a question." I finished folding the article of clothing in my hand and turned towards him. His eyebrows raised and I chuckled.
"Do you even know my name?" I noticed the question took him off guard and he just stared off into the distance. With a chuckle, I got back to work and waited for him to do something.
"Quinn, or actually, Quinlyn." This caught me off guard, and when I looked back at him, he was looking at me with a smug smile. My mind immediately began to wonder how he knew that. I don't really have any social media, so it had to have been my resumé. The corner of my lips started to turn up, but I quickly turned away, focusing on the laundry.
"Yeah, okay. Why are you here?" My head bobbed back and forth and he laughed.
"Well, seeing as my manager is in my ass about this, and I finally realized that your food was pretty great, I guess I'd come and see if you wanted to come back. I'll pay you extra." With a smile, I turned to him and held my hands up.
"C'mon, why couldn't you have acted like this to begin with?" He simply shrugged and smirked.
"Eh, don't worry about paying me extra." I waved him off and began to get busy once again.
"You wanna come with Woody and I for a walk?" The question took me off guard, and I stopped to look at him. He stood in front of me with his hands clasped in front of him. His eyes were looking at me and I nodded with a smile.
"Sure."
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Hey there guys, here's a new chapter. I'm sorry if it's total garbage, but it was kind of a filler.