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Holly
He left without saying goodbye. Not even a note and yet I just feel empty inside. What did I expect, anyway? True to his word, he did sleep with me but must have left somewhere in the early hours because I woke up with a cold space beside me and an outfit chosen by him that I must wear today.
Arrogant prick.
As I finger the soft material of the business suit he pulled out, I wonder what runs through that man’s head. He likes to control at all times, but sometimes the softer side of him spills out. I like that side of him and wonder if over time he will change. Maybe he will grow to love me. Stranger things have happened and so I push aside any worries I have and head to work as instructed.
“Coffee, Holly.”
As soon as I drop my purse on my desk, Mack appears and barks his instructions.
Sighing, I turn and head to the kitchen and note I’m not alone. One of the other members of the team is pouring water into a mug, and he looks me up and down as I step inside the room.
“Here she is, the chosen one.”
He sneers, and it instantly gets my back up.
“Excuse me.” Toby is one of the guys who gives me the creeps because he makes no secret of the fact he is constantly ogling my tits.
“What’s the matter, can’t you take a joke now, or is there something you don’t want me to know, like what you had to do to get the job, perhaps?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I glare at him angrily and he smirks, edging a little closer. “It’s ok, darlin’, we all do what we must. Luckily for you, God gave you a pair of tits that would distract any man, and I’m guessing Dexter was no different. What’s the deal, you suck his cock, and he rewards you with a job, classy.”
The fact it’s true means shit right now and I hiss, “Keep telling yourself that when I tread on you on my way up the ladder. You’ll see why Mr. Prince hired me soon enough. Have you ever wondered if there’s a different reason I’m here? Maybe you should think about that before you talk your way out the door.”
The fact he loses every drop of color in his face gives me a moment’s satisfaction and then he hisses, “What’s the matter, too close to the truth for comfort? Watch yourself, Holly, because if you don’t fuck your way to the top in this establishment, nobody remembers your name. Word of advice, put up, put out and put those principles of yours in the trash because that’s the only way a woman like you will get noticed in this place.”
“So, hard work and skill count for nothing. You’re a dinosaur, Toby, which is why I’ll take great pleasure in wiping you out of existence myself.”
He has the cheek to laugh and grabs his drink. “You know, I really like you, Holly. I like your attitude. Fancy a drink after work, wipe the slate clean?”
“No thanks.”
I turn my back on him and he laughs as he leaves, saying casually, “If you change your mind, you know where I am. Later, baby.”
I actually can’t believe that man. What a weirdo. As the kettle boils, his words hit home and I realize every person here is probably thinking the same. I don’t have the moral high ground either when I think back on last night, as Dexter fucked me from behind as I ate off his floor.
Suddenly, I’m weary, so weary and feeling quite sick, actually. This isn’t what I thought it would feel like. I’m full of self-hatred, self-loathing and self-destruction. I have no one to turn to who has my best interests at heart and I have betrayed my own family to get here. My apartment is gone and the man who made it all happen has left for God only knows where, and I have no idea when he’ll be back.
To cap it all, I’m expected to work with people who make me sick and think I’m just a ladder climbing whore and they are right. I hate myself and I hate what I’ve done, but there is absolutely nothing I can do about that.
He has broken me.
Somehow,I make it through the day.
Mack has been vile toward me today and chewed my ass off on more than one occasion in front of the whole team. Then someone slapped that ass when I walked past and wouldn’t own up. The rest of the guys all just sniggered like kids leaving me feeling humiliated once again. It appears I should get used to that.
When I return to the apartment, it feels empty. Too big for any normal person and emotionless, as if it has no heart.
Dexter doesn’t even call, telling me he doesn’t care about me either, and as the tears fall while I eat a solitary meal for one at the table in the dining room, I feel like the loneliest woman alive.
The next day is no different, or the next, and I wonder if this is what I can expect. To be treated like trash by just about every person in my life right now and so impulsively I decide to call Dexter just to hear his voice, but as soon as Helen answers it, my heart sinks.
“Hey, Holly, how can I help you?”
“I um, thought I was calling Dexter.”
