Emara Stone

I swim around happily, my fin flaps right and left lazily as I mind my own business in the vast ocean, enjoying my freedom.

Being a mermaid has its own perk.

Except for this damn bikini top made of clam shells that keeps on slipping away from my breast, making it hard for me to swim care-freely.

I try to slap them on my chest so they stay stuck to my titties, but due to strong waves and slippery water, they try to float away.

Ughh! This is so annoying.

Out of nowhere, a man surfaces straight out of fantasy like a dreamy aquatic God- Tall, dark and handsome, with his hair perfectly floating in the water.

He got this rough charm of a predatory and savior, the kind of vibe that makes the entire ocean hold its breath.

The mysterious hottie looks at me, sees my struggle to keep these stubborn sea shells on my boobies and smirks.

"If you want.. I can help you." His voice sounds like a smooth blend of chocolate and whiskey.

I couldn't help but blush. My cheeks turn into the color of corals around us.

"Yes, please." I manage to speak, against the strong current.

His smirk grows and he states like an order, "Come to my office."

Wait, what?

"Your office?" My mermaid lashes flutter at him in confusion.

Mr. Aquatic God winks at me and without another word, he hops onto a giant shark with ocean swag.

"I'll be waiting for you." He says smoothly, before patting the shark's fin and riding off into the deep sea, leaving only trail of bubbles behind him.

"Wait.. Where is your office?" I yell after him, holding my titties.

🎵'Oops I did it again'🎵

🎵'I played with your heart, got lost in the game'🎵

A loud music plays beside my head and I jolt up from my sweet dream. The hot aquatic God is gone, so does my mermaid tail and shells from my chest. All vanished!

🎵'Oh baby, baby'🎵

🎵'Oops, you think I am in love'🎵

The song continues to blare beside my head, and I realize it is not my alarm, but my phone's ring tone.

Who the hell is calling me at mid-night?

Still in a near coma state, I squint my eyes at the screen like staring at the Sun in noon. Can't see a damn shit!

"Hello?" My voice comes out all sleepy and annoyed at the person spoiling my beauty sleep.

"Emara.." A deep, raspy voice rumbles through the phone, and my brain buffers for a second.

Who in the world is calling me so sexily?

"Are you still sleeping?" Raspy voice speaks again.

"Who's this?" I mumble, still half asleep, wondering if someone is trying to prank me in the dead middle of the night with their sultry voice.

"Your boss." He replies, smooth as silk.

Boss? What boss? Queens have no bosses.

"Wrong number." I mutter, ready to hang up and dive back into my mermaid fantasy.

"Wake up!" Suddenly his voice drops an octave and he growls, "Or you will be late on your first day."

First day, bitch what?

I bring my phone in front of my face and blink a few times to see the caller's name. I groan, finally realizing who is ruining my beauty sleep.

"You motherfucker!"

A low, manly chuckle echoes through the phone, followed by that annoyingly sexy, raspy voice sliding into my ears.

"Good morning, baby." Dakota whispers, deeper than the depths of hell. "You awake now?"

I narrow my eyes, as if he can see me.

"What are you doing?" I question, catching the sound of his quick breaths, and faint thuds in the background.

"Talking to you." He replies, almost breathlessly.

"Are you masturbating while talking to me?"

A deep laugh burst through my ear drum as if that's the funniest thing he heard today.

Why is he wasting my time? I have to get back to my dream.

"Honestly, that's a good idea." Dakota says in an I-am-impressed way. "You do have a sexy sleepy voice, which is giving me visuals." He adds in a sultry tone.

Ew, what?

"But no, I am jogging. Don't tell me you forgot my schedule." He quips, in a scolding way.

Jogging? What time is it?

Once again, I bring my phone in front of my sleepy face and squint at the loud digits. Six. Freaking. AM.

"Why are you calling me at 6 in the morning?" I groan in a demonic voice, "Normal people sleep at this hour!"

"Well technically, for you to reach precisely on time, by now you should be fully awake and heading towards your bathroom to take a shower." He states in a calculative tone.

"I assume you take 5 minutes for brushing your teeth, 10 minutes for a shower, and additional 10 minutes for getting dressed up with some final touch ups. Then, you will need roughly 15 minutes for breakfast, and since it is your first day at work, you may want to chat briefly with your family, so I have added extra 10 minutes there. After that, you might spend a few minutes to book a cab and consume entire 2 hours to reach the office by 9 AM."

What kind of human-hybrid comes up with this nonsense?

"So, to answer your question.. I am calling to make sure you are right on schedule. Also, just checking if you have blocked my number again or not." He says, wasting my time.

"And I'll admit.." Suddenly, his voice drops fifty shades deeper as he murmurs, "I wanted to hear your voice. I missed it."

I swear I'll cut his banana someday!

"Get lost! I will block your number if you wake me up again with this crap, and I will come to the office when I am done sleeping." I growl, tossing my phone aside and going back into the covers, to my mermaid world.

I have to find the way to that hot aquatic man's place.

Just as I am drifting back into my dreamy land, the door of my bedroom bangs open.

"Emara!"

What the fuck!

I jolt up with my heart beating in my throat as I see my brother standing by my bed, looking at me with his huge disappointed eyes.

Whatever!

I get back into my covers, not caring to know what he wants now.

Even if the entire world is burning and only I have the power to save it, I would still go to sleep and complete my Hot-Water-God dream.

He asked me to follow him somewhere..

"Wake up, idiot!" Ethan abruptly snatches my blanket, leaving me bare open for cold to bite. "Today is your first day at your new job."

ERRRHHHHH!

"Ethan! I don't care." I bark at him, with closed eyes.

"Well, I CARE!" My brother growls, throwing a pillow at my face. Ahh!

"I promised Mr. Black that you will work hard to payback for the damage you did to his car." He says, making me stand onto my wobbly legs and dragging me somewhere.

Where are we going? It better be to my dream shark hottie!

"Go take a shower and don't you dare take an hour in there." He warns me, just before kicking my ass into the bathroom.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I sob, with my invisible tears.

"Shut up! And don't be late. First impression is the last impression." He quotes, shutting the door behind me like a drill Sergent he is not.

UGGGHHHHH!

. . .

I glare up at the blue tinted building with HighBars flashing on it, and curse myself.

You idiot! Why the hell did you scratch his stupid-expensive-car?

Well honestly, I don't regret scratching it. Every single letter I carved into that paint was purely satisfaction.

The only thing I regret is getting caught and being forced to come here to pay him back.

"Hello! How can I help you today?" The receptionist smiles at me brightly at 9:15 AM, whereas I can't even pull up my eyelids properly.

"Emara Stone. Reporting for duty. Where is HR?" I get straight to the point.

Chit-chat is not on my menu for this morning!

The girl blinks at me with her long mascara-coated lashes, "Are you one of the interns, who got selected?"

Unfortunately. "Yes."

"Please fill out this form, while I generate your employee ID." She tells me politely, handing me a tablet.

I fill in my personal details like name, address, bank account, blood group. Why the hell they need a blood group for? College details and lastly, my passport size photo.

"Oh, I do not have a photo with me." I inform her. Please send me back home!

"No need actually. Please look here, the bot will snap your picture." She tells me and in the next second my eyes witness a flash like Men in Black, hoping it would wipe out all my memories too.

But sadly, I still remember I owe him money.

The machine spits out my ID and the girl passes it to me, saying, "This employee ID also works as pass key for authorisation at the entrance, elevator, office rooms, and other amenities under your post."

"Thanks." I mutter, glancing down at my photo on the ID card.

I have never seen a more murderous face in the world other than the one staring back at me.

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