16 Two Sides To A Story (2/2)

”What's her name?”

”Maureen, we actually lived in the same neighborhood back when we were kids. We recently just met” I blurted out.

”Oh now I remember, she told me someone was coming by. I thought Maureen had better taste in friends but what do I know?” he shrugged, with that comment I wanted to hit his head with the black mug and punch him so hard he will die from pain, but I was going to be a better person by walking away. If I should show him what I am made of, I will de nitely end up in jail. I wasn't going to cower at his feet because of a job, yes I needed it but this man is a psychopath. I wasn't going to get the job anyway—so why bother taking his insults. I took my bag and turned to leave.

”Where are you going?” he asked stunned.

”Where does it look like I am going?” I responded, my voice hard. I took in a long breath; babe calm down I warned myself ”I am going out” I said slowly.

”Why?”

”Why not?” I blurted out then bit my tongue.

”You got the job” he ung my CV on the table and folded his arms ”not as secretary but as my personal a.s.sistant” he said. I nearly pa.s.sed out but slowly I made my way back to the seat and sighed in dissatisfaction. I was supposed to be happy but I knew working for this man was a death sentence. I got to think about the money that was the most important thing, right? I swallowed my surprise and pride.

”When do I start?” I asked.

”NOW!!!” he narrowed his eyes on me.

* * *

The Oyin girl never ceases to amaze me; yes, she is a hard worker but still, I held a little grudge against her, she has to learn. I think in the next few weeks, I can shape her to a very compliant employee, not that I want to make her my puppet that would just make me seem crazy—I will just bend her to my will. I am just saying you know, she has to comply with the Simon-says-rule; It is every employers dream. I make her work twice as hard and most times I spent it watching her every move, she's got re in her eyes, the will to achieve—not that I am stalking her or anything. Men of my style don't do that, I am just observing.

Okay I must admit, I do admire her but not in that way, am saying this from rational point of view. Although she is very emotional and I couldn't possibly understand how and why she thinks the way she does, but I gotta say; I am slightly impressed. She is di erent and challenges me without even knowing it. Yesterday she made me laugh by making funny remarks about a client, I might say she has a good sense of humor.

It drives me insane that I can't predict her, she is a bit of everything; especially crazy. I want to know her thoughts, which made me eager for answers. I was curious about her lifestyle, not that I cared. She was my new obsession and yet my frustration, do I make sense?

Oyin walks with an att.i.tude and that smug on her face is just simply adorable… I take that back! I meant to say exasperating. I can't begin to explain how she makes me feel. I don't like her if that is what you are thinking, never! She is not my cla.s.s; we can never happen!

* * *

I can't possibly begin to describe how much my boss drives me barmy, I didn't think h.e.l.l existed on earth till I met my him. I have worked for some really insane people, but nothing compared to Mr. Adeyemi-the-raging-madman, at least that was what Bintu called him after working hours. I believed in karma and it made me think I must have o ended someone in this life or the previous one, to have landed this job. It has been weeks working with him and I had begun to think, I would die of exhaustion. I would have left but the pay is so good.

I know how much he can't stand my presence and trust me the feeling is mutual. The way he talks to people is quite unbelievable—they are right you know…. he is an arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.d and that is why he is still single, who would want to live with such a man? How do I know he's single? Well I just stumbled on the information, not that I asked—okay! I asked but it is not what you think. I just wanted to know, I got curious.

I can't believe I'm telling you this, but sometimes when he gets on my nerves. I go to the bathroom to cry, not because his words stings but the fact I can't do anything about it; kills me. Can you even imagine how I feel? Reminds me of my days in secondary school when I was bullied, so I grew tough and used words as weapon, without it I have nothing.

I took in a long deep breath as I brought his morning co ee. He was looking sharp as always. Most might say he is handsome and if I squint hard enough; I think he might be, without thinking of his att.i.tude of course—he might seem like a decent human being. I placed the black mug on the table and he glanced at me then back to his gadget. He grabbed his co ee, then took a quick sip and paused.

”What is this?” he asked. I was irritated by tone; what kind of question is that? It's my p.i.s.s I thought to myself.

”Co ee!”

”What do you mean co ee? This is the most awful thing I have ever tasted” he placed the mug back on the table ”I want no sugar, go fetch me another one” he looked away with a heavy frown. As I reached for the cup it was tempting to smash it on his head, but I nodded in restraint.

”Why is there no cream?” I watched him take a sip of another cup of co ee I made, hoping this time I wouldn't hear one of his unreasonable outbursts.

”You don't take cream”

”Well I want it today” he said. I went out and came in with four mugs, one with no cream, one with sugar, another just plain and the fourth involved the three mixtures. He stared at me, with his mouth open. I smirked as I turn to leave.

”Nice try” he cleared his throat ”but I think I am in the mood for tea”

I turned to face him and there he was, smirking like a d.a.m.n fool. I had enough of his ego. I marched to his table, anger steamed inside me with the promise to erupt.

”You sel sh b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” I yelled. He widened his eyes in surprise, and frowned in confusion ”I can't stand you and your unreasonable demands. In case you are wondering why you live a boring life, it is because you are one big 'moraf.u.c.ker'. Why are you this spoilt eh? You are so arrogant, so selfabsorbed, I think you are going to live a lonely and miserable life. No one can stand this insanity of yours, no one!” I pointed violently at him.

”You can't talk to me that way, I am your boss!” he said rmly, I could tell my words had struck a nerve. Good! That was what I was aiming for. I wanted to see what this bigheaded b.a.s.t.a.r.d could do, than hide behind his cold composure.

”Like the white people will say, f.u.c.k you and I quit” I moved closer to him—stepping away from the table and facing him with no barrier between us. He stood glaring down at me, his jaw line ticked with impatience. He was so tall and masculine; how come I had never noticed this before? I stared at him in triumph, I wanted to see what he would do. Finally, I had broken that façade—maybe he wasn't a robot after all.

”No one quits on me!” he said.

”Well, watch me” I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, I collided with his hard frame, the nearness was maddening. I felt every inch of his body, his breath on my forehead and the poignant way he looked deep into my eyes, it made me weak with want. I actually thought I was coming up with a fever or something, there is no way I can be attracted to him, no way!!!

”You drive me crazy woman” he said then drew me in a hot kiss which left me breathless, my heart pumping so hard I felt light headed. What was happening? Why did he kiss me? Was someone playing a prank on me? If the situation wasn't so serious I would have laughed, this left me speechless and I am never short of words. Burning pa.s.sion seared in my bones and melted deep within my soul. I grabbed his head and indulged him in another kiss.

Indeed, we are both bonkers!

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