My Boss Is My Tormentor.

1. Fûck you

ROSE

“Don’t worry, Rose. You’ll get the job, I have a feeling for this one.” Natasha, my best friend said as I parked my beat up fifteen years old civic in front of her office building.

“Oh yeah, how do you know that?” I asked her, praying that this time she was right in her intuition.

“Well...” She gave me a long look as she said, “Look at you, hotness overloaded. If he doesn’t give you a job on the basis of your talent, I’m sure you’ll melt him from how beautiful you look.”

I laughed and yeah, she was right I did feel beautiful. In my black denim skirt that had slit high enough to show my upper thigh which I hadn’t wore since I bought it a year ago on a whim and white silk blouse that hugged me so comfortably, I was confident to say that I looked and felt pretty in that moment. “Thank you,” I said, laughing with her as she opened her side of the door and got out.

"Hey," I stopped her, and when she turned around to face me. “I love you,” I said to my best friend as I turned the engine on.

"I love you too, Rose!" She yelled back, making me laugh as the doorman of her building scowled at us.

As I was about to take a U-turn, she waved her hands at me holding up my documents in her hand, "Your documents, you gave me last night for making Xerox.”

Parking the car, I stepped out of my car to take them. She gave me a hug, saying, “Go kill it!”

"You are crazy, you..." I didn't get the chance to complete my sentence as a black SUV came hurtling toward us. I grabbed her hand and stumbled back as the driver of the SUV made a cut just few inches from us and stopped.

A man stepped out of the passenger seat wearing a blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He had an amused expression on his face and his eyes were sparkling with hidden mirth. He looked like a hero from one of those rom-com movies. Walking to the driver side of the car, he opened the door just as the deep angry voice came from the car, "What the fûck happened?" Commanding, full of authority that voice held my attention as I waited for the man behind that deep baritone of a voice to appear.

It was like an old Bollywood movie, everything appeared to be in slow motion, first he put down his right leg encased in black shiny shoe then left one followed, of course it was also in a matching black shoe. An irritated sigh escaped from my lips as I waited for him to appear for my greedy eyes. And, as if he heard me he came out all the way at once. Black shoes, dark navy suit and white shirt but something was missing... Yes.. but what!!?

I looked up at him to find a sharp chin with a dimple, his lips were pink even most girls don't have that kind of pink lips but they were turned down with a frown, clean shaved jaw and his hair were randomly distributed as if he had spent all morning raking his hands through them. They looked soft and my fingers itched to touch them but I couldn't see his eyes as they were covered with dark blue aviators that matched his suit.

A hand tugged me back interrupting the show I was enjoying and that was a hot show. "What?" I said, irritated, not even acknowledging the person who was so insistent for my attention.

"What the hell, Rose, are you gonna eat him now?!"

"He looks delicious enough," I said, once again looking at him, noticing that he was checking his watch again and again, and his beautiful lips were definitely saying something angry to his partner.

"And you look like a doormat!" And that was when I looked down at myself.

Oh s**t!

I lived in the most lively city of the country. Mumbai. And as much as I loved it, the monsoon here sometimes becomes the pain in the arse with water everywhere, submerging the roads, filling in the poteholes and even sometimes it made its way to people's houses. And right now I was covered in it with some sand and other things that our mother earth offers. And this was all because of that delicious looking jerk.

I stomped past my best friend who was busy collecting my documents from the road apparently they'd also decided to take a dive in these small pools.

"What the hell you think of yourself, look what have you done!?" I yelled up at him and then I saw the most mesmerizing and captivating grey eyes.

The man who I had been ogling not a minute ago, took off his sunglasses as he looked at me from top to bottom, then again bottom to top, slowly like he had all the time in the world but in the next moment he said, "Arjun, give her something and make a call for another car." Just like that he murdered all the nice thoughts that I had about him, arrogant ass.

"You... you did not just say that!"

He arched a brow and regarded my clothes with a disgusted expression. "Isn't that what you wanted? People like you want money only."

I gasped. "You... you fûcking jerk. Conceited arsehôle. How dare you insult me like that?" Stupid, jerk, i***t, arrogant bastard, ass. "I am going to run your face down in this bloôdy muck and then I'll give you money." I think I was about to hit him when my friend grabbed my arm and pulled me back with a jerk. She said something about making a scene but I was busy glaring at this arsehôle who thought himself above everyone else. His grey eyes looked at me like he wanted to set me on fire. "Tie... yes, a tie!!" I half hissed and yelled at him, of all the things I wanted to say, I said that. But then I recovered and threw at his face. "You don't even know how to put yourself together and you are one to comment on 'people like us'."

He looked up at me with confusion. He looked kind of cute and then looked down slowly the lines between his eyes disappeared as he understood what I was blabbering about. His lips twitched as if he was about to smile but he turned quickly, dismissing me and I didn't see it. Damnit!!! No. I wasn't disappointed for not seeing that smile, I was still angry, furious even. I was. This bastard just ruined my interview clothes.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry about that," a hesitant voice said from beside me, I turned to Mr.Bollywood who was all smiles but I was shimmering with fury.

"No problem but do me a favor and teach him some manners." From the corners of my eyes, I saw him glaring at me with those grey eyes of his.

“Lets go. Everyone is watching us.” Natasha hissed at me as she dragged me away from them.

Before I turned away from the SUV I saw his eyes tracking me and felt my body shiver as if he just caressed me. Mouthing “fûck you" to him as I flipped him too for good measure, I turned around as Natasha led me into her office building.

“Where are you taking me? Everything is done for. My resumes and all the important papers are ruined, soiled,” I gestured toward her hand where she was clutching the documents in her fist. “And, look at me, if now I’ll go for the interview they’ll hand me the spare change, not a job.”

"Oh.. Honey! I'm sorry." Natasha said making a face at my clothes, and then her face brightened up as she beamed up at me and added, "But I have a solution!!"

"What?!" I asked curiously 'cause I've learned long time ago that you shouldn't always take Natasha's advices seriously.

"See, I was gonna go for a dinner at Nikhil's place. So, I've something in my bag that might help you." She said, and I didn't miss the hesitancy in her voice.

"And what's that you have?" I asked with my own doubts.

She grabbed my hand, dragging me into her office building, and that was the worst idea as every single person was looking at us, maybe wondering why their sweet Miss Natasha was dragging a street beggar in their office building. I was sure my cheeks were red like tomatoes. We entered in ladies room in which of course with my bad luck we found Natasha's Bitchy Boss.

"Good Morning, Natasha." She smiled up at us and gave me a once over before dismissing me and saying in her most sweet voice, "I hope I'll see you upstairs, and please don't bring me coffee today. I'll have it myself." She walked past us as if she runs into these kind of situations on daily basis.

"What a bîtch!" I muttered.

"Thus the nickname," Natasha replied and started to rummage through her purse. It was like a mini vanity van, she always have everything in there and I don't know how she even manages that. On first glance, it's not even that big a purse.

She pulled out something black out of it but I didn't get the chance to see what it was, she looked up at me and there she was my best friend from hell, "Don't be mad but I think it will help."

"Let me see and I'll decide," I held out my hand expectantly. When she didn't hand it to me, I wiggled my fingers in front of her, impatiently.

She very reluctantly put the dress in my hand. And that's when I got my first look of that dress and it wasn't even a dress, that thing was see through, frilly, lacy and made of net. It only has material to hide the most intimate parts and doesn't even left much to imagination. It looked like something one wears to their wedding night. "It's a nighty!" I hissed at her. "And, on that a dirty one, what were you planning to do with your boyfriend." When she opened her mouth to say something , I quickly added, "No. Don't tell me, I don't even want to know. "

"It's almost eleven, you can't miss this interview. It's one of the best company and you were trying so hard to fix this interview. You can't just pass this opportunity just because of how you look." She had a point but maybe I needed a little more push. "See, its not that bad it's just sexy," She said it happily as if that will hide the fact that it's slutty and it actually shouts s*x.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.

"Oh, come on, they're going to select you on the basis of your skills not on your dressing choice."

"Fine." And I knew right then and there, I made the biggest mistake of my life. But I wanted that job to not give it a chance.

This time when we stepped out of the ladies room there were hell of lot people who were looking at me, even who were not looking at me before they were probably thinking that I was about to go for an audition in one of côndoms ad or something. s**t! I knew it was a bad idea, and now I am sure my cheeks were like red tomato ketchup not tomatoes anymore 'cause they can be yellow and green, right, but ketchup it's red and I was sure that was giving this black nighty very good contrast.

I quickly ran out of there, Natasha right behind me. I settled on the driver's seat in my car and started the engine just when she popped her head through the open window. "Hey, just take my purse. Your clothes are in there, after interview you can change into them."

"Just so you know, if any pervert puts his hands on me or tries anything with me that's on you." I said as I threw the purse on the passenger side and drove out of there.

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Author's Note:

Hey Readers, I hope you like this book. It was my first work in my favorite genre (b**m, DomSub, Officeromance), so I am sorry for the typos and errors. Please read to find out what happens next with Rose and the mystery man with grey eyes. It contains blackmail. Non/con. Office Romance. Lots of punishments and an Indian beauty who has no idea of what she wants. Except that she wants it.

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