I think he’s wearing a mask, and it slipped.
For. A. Split. Second.
He quickly recovers by smiling and connecting his right palm with his forehead.
“I’m so sorry, I meant that the accounting firm I work at is a playground.”
“No problem, Marco, we all get lost in the clouds sometimes. Your food and coffees are on the way.”
“Thank you, Lana.”
I bring his out to him, then the rest of my shift goes smoothly without any hiccups.
Something I always cherish.
I go to the shitty office with my purse and winter coat on to say goodbye to my dick-ass boss.
“I’m out. My next shift is in two days, right?” Please let it be in two days.
“It’s in three days, Lana. See you on Friday.” Before I leave, he stands up and smacks me on the ass. The moment his hand touches me, I stand frozen. Did that just actually fucking happen? I turn around after a minute and look at him with pure hatred.
This is the one thing I can’t control.
Once again, I intertwine my fingers behind my back totryto stay calm.
“What is it? It’s a part of life, sweetheart,” he says with a smile stretched way too far across his face. He sits back down in his chair, and I can’t detect any basic decency on his face. I swallow the saliva in my mouth and breathe through my nose.
Rage courses through my veins.
Stay calm, Lana.
I close my eyes for a second. This asshole should be grateful that I need this job. The moment I walk out of his office, I close the door and lean against it.
“Does this bitch really think he can smack my ass?” I shake my head and bolt out of the restaurant. I’m running to my car, and I almost slip because the sidewalk is so icy. The whole city feels cold, not only because of the frigid temperatures but also due to its inhabitants.
My car is in an alleyway as it’s the only place near the diner where parking is free. When I reach my rusty vehicle, I search for the keys in my bag, and it’s damn near impossible because it’s so fucking dark.
I reach for my phone to turn on the flashlight, but something stops me dead in my tracks.
A text message.
Did you enjoy my gift?
Is he following me? I know he is, but I’m avoiding one question.
Is hewatchingme?
“Where the fuck are you?” I say out loud. I don’t even want to type a response out. The beast will show himself eventually. He’ll crawl out of hibernation.
I open the door, and a hand slams it shut.
My eyes widen in shock when I look in the side-view mirror of my car. A tall figure is standing in close proximity to me.His front is pressed against my back, and the warmth I feel emanating from his body is instant.
I shouldn’t feel like this at all.
What does that say about me?
Without having the time to process what the fuck is happening, I slowly turn around, which is hard to do. His strong body is cocooning me, and I hate the intrusion of some sickening thoughts.
