My Boss

(Rachael POV)


I could hear their voices from behind me. My feet felt weak and my heart heavy for an unknown reason. I kept stepping on my toes as I ran and fell. I could hear their footsteps that reverberated behind me. They were getting closer, and somehow I could feel the breath of terror that stood at the end of all this. The more I ran, the more breathless I became and it became so hard to breathe, my hands turned cold and my head hurt, it was as if the world was spinning around me.

I felt the hard ground and the branches that bruised my skin as I let myself fall. My half closed eyes threatened to drop at any moment. I managed to still lift my gaze, but suddenly the place changed, and it was like I was back in my home where my father died. My father!

I looked around and saw his body on the floor. Blood gushed out from his head. I heard a tapping sound and my eyes searched for it while I still laid on the floor in the same position.

They landed on a hand that kept tapping the armrest of the chair. That must be the monster that killed my father.

"Kill her already!" He yelled, and my heart flipped when I heard the sound of the trigger.

No. No. No!

I flicked my eyes open and winced when the sun almost blinded my vision. I blinked repeatedly, then I looked around when the decoration of the room seemed unfamiliar. Where was I?

My heart was beating in my ears and I felt tired.

I was still looking around when I heard a sound from a corner. My head spontaneously turned to look in the direction, only to see a man holding a glass cup with red wine inside as he sipped it elegantly with his leg crossed over the other leg. The posture of the man and the way he moved frightened and at the same time fascinated me. I so badly wanted to see his face.

Was he my abductor? I asked inwardly. He seemed no different from the man who killed my father. I could barely see his face with the light that shone on my face through the window.

"I see you're awake," he said, his voice deep and soothing.

He placed the cup down and stood up when I said nothing. I could hear his treading feet then he stood before me, but I could still barely see him and I kept blinking.

"Wh- who are you? What do you want from me?"

"What can you offer me?" He asked in turn and I gulped nervously. Next, I heard his feet again as he moved around, then he walked to the window. My ears followed the sound. The curtains drew together, and the room became a bit dimmer.

Now, I could see his back, and his masculinity made me wary. He turned around and my heart stopped.

He looked nothing like the devil I envisioned in my head. If this man was my abductor, should I count myself lucky or unlucky? He stalked towards me with his eyes boring into my soul as he looked at me with a curious gaze.

"Offer?" I was confused by his words.

"I heard you're the one that pushed Adriana off the stage, I also heard you're the one that had the guts to splash a drink on me," he said, his voice ragged with anger.

I furrowed my brows. Among everything he said, the only thing that got me confused was what he said last. He heard I splashed the drink on him, but when? I don't even know him.

His black silky hair was dressed back with a gel. His eyes had a stronghold on me whenever he narrowed his gaze at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said with a frown.

"Oh really?" He crossed his arms in front of him and nodded slowly while looking around. "But you do know Adriana and the fall I'm referring to," he stated.

I nodded slowly. How did he know that part? Or was he there? Wait…

Everything was starting to fall in place. If he was there, and I splashed him a drink as he claimed, though my boss said I splashed the drink on the face of the owner of the club, but this man claimed I splashed the drink so that means… He was my boss?!.

My eyes widened like a saucer. No, that's impossible, but then it all hit me, no wonder his posture earlier was no different from my dad's murderer.

He killed my father, I'll make him pay.

Suddenly, I had no hold of myself and I got blinded by anger as they clouded my judgment and I had no idea when I stood up from the bed.

"You murder!" I charged at him, but before my hands could land on him, he caught them, but I struggled to free myself. He pushed me back on the bed as he held me down.

I still struggled, but he held me back, his body on mine as he pinned my hands above my head.

Something about this position felt weirdly familiar, like I've stayed like before. His eyes bored into mine, but then I saw a glint in his eyes and he tilted his head and leaned down. His face was in the crook of my name as he sniffed me.

What was he doing? And why was my body surrendering to him? I panicked when my body refused to protest against whatever he was doing.

I could feel his breath on my neck, and suddenly the room felt so hot that I couldn't breathe normally. It became even harder when his lips touched my neck on my soft spot, and I was unable to control the sound that escaped my lips.

His grip on my hands tightened as he used one hand in hold both my hands down and his other hand helped to keep his weight of me in order not to crush to the bed, but I could still feel the warmth from his body as he caught my skin between his teeth, making me to shift controllably beneath him.

I felt lost, lost by what was happening, and even to the extent that I forgot I was lying beneath the man who killed my father while he laid between my legs, doing things to my body without much effort.