My Boss Is My Tormentor.

7. You're all mine

ROSE

We went to the elevators, there were five of them, I started to enter in the one which was near me but the receptionist who was clearly a hater entered in the other one. I really wanted to stomp my foot at that moment, she was driving me crazy, but I stopped myself. Barely. I glared at her and stood far away from her in the elevator as the door closed.

As we reached the thirty-fourth floor, she quickly stepped out of the elevator and went straight to the other receptionist on that floor. This floor was no different from the ground floor, elegant in style as the whole floor seemed to be in three colors that is black, white, and grey. Regardless of the space that offices and cubicles consumed, it still managed to look spacious. Both the receptionists were whispering something but I didn't listen to them because I was busy noticing one very important detail. The colour white. Oh god. He asked me to wear white because every employee there was wearing white. And I, only to spite him, had neglected that order or request, whatever was it but I doubt he ever requests.

Both the receptionists turned to look at me and this time I knew why they were looking at me like I didn't belong in here. Because I didn't. I stood out like a sore thumb with everyone in white.

"Miss Kapoor," The receptionist said my name and when I glanced at her she continued, "Mr. R. K. will see you now." She walked to the end of the hallway on the left side of which was a big glass cubicle. From the long tables and chairs and huge screen hanging on the wall it seemed like a conference meeting hall and on the right was one large frosted glass cubicle. She stepped in front of the frosted one and knocked.

"Enter."

Does he have to sound so bossy and sexy at the same time? Rolling my eyes at my own line of thought, I entered. And I sure as hell was not ready for what I saw. "Oh God! What the hell!" I turned away from the scene unfolding in the office. There was a girl on her knees in front of him sucking him off while he was casually leaning back in his chair.

I could feel my face turning out and my ears burned from embarrassment like I was the one in wrong and felt the urgent need to leave. But when I tried to open the door, the clicking sound of the lock prevented me from barging out of there.

"Enough." I heard him say and then the sound of buckling the belt and scrambling off feet filled the silence inside the office. "Get out." He didn't sound out of breath. He didn't sound even least bit effected of what he was doing or rather what was happening to him. He actually sounded bored.

When the girl arrived by my side, I inched away from her without thinking that I should also try to leave with her but getting away from her was most important for me at the moment, I guess, as the lock disengaged and she slipped out.

"You know, you can turn around," The jackass drawled from behind.

"I don't want to. I don't want to even look at you,” I snapped back.

"Oh, but you've to," He replied a hint of a smile in his voice. "Considering the fact that I'm your boss." He was definitely smirking.

I wanted to slap him again. I turned around to face him and marched up to him. Pointing my finger at his stupidly handsome face, I seethed, "You're ridiculous. You knew I was coming and still you..."

"I knew you were coming that was the whole point, darling," He said, a sadistic tilt to his smile.

"I'm out of here. I don't want your freaking job." I wished that I had something to throw at him at that point, instead I turned around and marched back to the door.

"Did I tell you that last night you also signed a contract with me for three months,” His voice was low, sending shivers upside down my back and feeling of foreboding washed over me.

When the words registered in my head, I wasn't just seething, I was seeing fûcking red. "You'd no right. I was drunk, for the love of God! How could you?"

"Considering the fact that you were draped all over me explaining me why you needed this job so much..." He trailed off. He was such an asshole. He took advantage of my drunkenness.

And, once again I wanted to kick my drunken arse for making me do these freaking stupid things. I didn't know what to say or do after knowing that it was all my fault that I was standing here in front of him, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

When I finally looked up, I got another one of the moment of disbelief.

He was crazy. There was no other explanation for it. Mr. Ryan freaking Johnson was mad.

Holding a glass out to me, which looked vey much like scotch to me, he asked me as casually as one would ask for an extra coffee. "Do you want some?" I cringed inwardly, still feeling the effects of last night. When I didn't say anything, he demanded, one eyebrow lifted in an arc, "What's with the dress?"

Now I knew that the "white" was the dress code I didn't want to say anything about it as he had so considerately texted me to wear it despite being an arsehôle about it. Not wanting to come up as stupid and dumb, I just said the first words that came to my mind. "It's cute. Isn't it?"

He came out of his chair. And, there was no other word for it, he prowled, as he came toward me like a hungry lion, who was just waiting to strike at the right opportunity and it felt like I gave him that freaking opportunity.

I took two steps back for his one forward and soon my back was pressed to the door. He stood tall and dark and handsome in front of me, and all I could do was stare at him, into his bright, cool as winter grey eyes. And that was the only reason why I was so startled when he cupped my face in his hand.

He wasn’t gentle. His grip on my cheeks hurt and caused my lips to pucker up. I was so ready to rip in to him, to let him know what will happen if he didn't let go but the look in his eyes scared me. Unfathomable. Angry. Cold.

They were full of unleashed anger as if just waiting for a small sign to use all the rage simmering in his eyes.

"Ms. Kapoor, what I say goes. If I say you wear white, you have to wear it. Even if I say you don't wear anything, you'll listen to me. For three months you're at my beck and call. For three months I'm your boss. For three months you're all..." He leaned closer, his lips almost touching my ear, making me shiver, as he bit out the last word, "Mine."

As soon as he released me, automatically my hand moved up to hit him hard across the face but just before it could've striked he grabbed it and twisted my wrist, causing me to yelp in pain. "Last time you caught me unawares, Ms. Kapoor. It won't be happening again. And if you think I won't retaliate then you're mistaken." Saying that, he took a step back from me. "Now, get out!"

Taking a deep breath to control my raging emotions, I just asked for the only thing that would may be make some kind of sense to me at the moment as everything was happening like I was in an alternate universe. "I want the copy of that contract."

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RYAN

I stood there for a long minute as the door slammed shut after her exit. Closing my eyes I turned back to my desk, but the flash of hatred and fear in her green eyes unsettled me. I paced to the large windows, then turned abruptly only to swipe my hand in anger and frustration on the desk. As all the things, including my laptop and imported vase that maybe costed more than the salary of my PA, crashed to the floor, I slumped back in my chair. My hands shook as my heartbeat accelerated, I fisted my hands willing them to stop shaking. "God damnit!" With a shout I snatched open the drawer of my desk and took out the pills subscribed by my therapist. I took them with the bourbon still sitting on my desk.

My anxiety issues started when I was seventeen. And, till twenty one I did every kind of drûg to deal with it. The bliss I got from it, the feeling of freedom from every emotion was something I still miss. But, since the day I had stopped injecting myself with drûgs, I haven't craved that bliss like I did in this moment. And, rage simmered inside me for my loss of control, because that slip of a girl made me miss the thing that almost took my life. Because of the fear in her eyes, for once in my lifetime I wanted to apologise. Fûck that, today I'll just have a video chat with my therapist. At least she took my anger issues and anxiety issues without showing me any fear.

I pressed the button on my desk and a moment later my PA entered. "Bring me the copies of the contract Mr. Arjun brought you."

"Yes, sir."

When she started to turn away I said, "And, hand me your resignation letter." Her eyes widened dramatically. I rolled mine as I told her, "For three months you're on a temporary paid leave. Now get out."

If she thought anything awkward about it, she didn't ask. She just said thank-you and left. And, I wondered if Miss Rose Kapoor will ever be that kind of obedient. I smiled to myself because whether she'll be or not, I'll make her.

And, I’ll enjoy making her submit to my each and every demand.

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A. Gupta

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