Want to Play A Game

JESSICA’S POV

I can tell it’s morning by the sun shining through the window. As I stretch my arms out, it feels so good. Knowing I really needed a good night’s rest. Some of the night was difficult for some reason I kept feeling like someone was watching me. It was such an odd feeling that I really have never felt before.

I reach for my phone to check to see who was texting me last night before I fall asleep. I see that a number that I don’t recognize called and left a voicemail. I go to listen to it. “Hello Mrs. Smith, this is Mia from Blair Street Marketing. I know yesterday was not what you expected, but the job is still yours if you want it.”NôvelDrama.Org content.

What the fuck I am so confused, not sure what the hell is going on. I am not sure if I really want to work for Mr. Cocky. I really do need a job and I don’t want to be a waitress. Damn it, I check the time seeing I have time to get ready not much but enough I need to get up right now and get ready. So, I’m not late. I really do want to work there just not sure if it’s worth it. As much as I do need a job I don’t want someone who is just going to play games.

So, I decide not to answer, just let it go. I tell myself it’s not worth it. I don’t want to work with a guy who thinks it is ok to humiliate his staff. Even though he’s tall and extremely sexy but that does not matter if I am standing my ground, I will not be humiliated again. I need to stick up for myself and not Let anyone take advantage of me. I decided not to get ready to get up yet, so I get under the covers and lay there, loving the warmth from my blankets. I laugh to myself knowing this is not happening, I’m not going to be able to go back asleep.

So, I go and look at my phone and I notice that Matt has texted me. How was your day? Is there something wrong “I’m here if you need to talk.”

Right before I go to text a back my phone rings. I look to see who it is, but I don’t recognize the number. I am not sure if I should answer it or just let it go to voicemail. Then I think it might be a job interview thinking about all the job interviews that I turned down wishing I hadn’t. So, I answered “hello”.

My eyes go wide when I hear his voice wondering why he is calling me. ” Hello Jessica, why are you not at work.”

“I don’t work for you, remember, so why would I be at your office.”

Didn’t Mia call you and tell you that the job is yours.”

” So that does not mean that I accepted it. I don’t want to work for someone like you.”

I hear a devilish laugh, wondering what is so funny. “If you don’t work for me, I will make sure that you don’t work for anybody.” He says.

“Wow you are so arrogant I don’t want to work for someone that just humiliates their staff. I didn’t do anything to you and you were a total jerk.”

“Well my offer still stands if you choose not to work for me, fine good luck finding another job, especially when I own most of the companies in our area. Oh, I almost forgot I also own the building you are living in.”

I am quiet. I don’t know how to respond. I don’t want to work for someone like him. He’s not really giving me much choice. How can I say no I don’t want not to have a place to live?

“Are you threatening me?”

“Why would I do such a thing? I get what I want, and I want you as my assistant? So, I will do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

“There are a lot of other better candidates than me, I don’t want to work for you goodbye.”

I hung up the phone, not caring what his reaction will be. Believing that he is bluffing. There’s no way that he owns the apartment building that we are living in; it has been owned by the same family for generations. My phone rings. I don’t answer. I see that it’s him calling me back. I don’t want to talk to him. So, I let it go to voicemail.

Uncertain who he thinks he is, he’s acting like he’s the most powerful man alive. Not caring if he is, he will not control me, I can promise you that. I’m angry at the thought of him. I get up and put slum clothes on, not caring what I look like just wanting to be comfortable. I hear a knock at the door. I figured it was Matt, so I don’t look to see who it is I just open the door.

“Hello Mrs. Smith, you really think it’s ok to just hang up on me.”

“What the hell are you doing here.”

“That’s not very nice to talk to your boss like that now is it.”

He walks right in my apartment, not invited. I am not sure what hell to do now. He is starting to really piss me off. I don’t want him in my apartment. I turn to talk to him, but he stops me by planting his lips on mine. Surprised by his actions, I slapped him. “What the hell are you doing, get off me.”

“Come on Jessica, stop playing so hard to get I’m going to give you one more chance. You come back to the office with me now, and I won’t plan to make your life miserable.”

“Please get the fuck out of my apartment. ”

“Fine I will see you soon when you will be begging me for a job.”

I shut the door as he walks out the door. Shocked by what the hell just happens. What the fuck is wrong with him. Wondering why the hell he would come to my apartment and kiss me. Even though his kiss was exhilarating, I will not give into him. If he thinks I will, he has another thing coming to him.