My Boss Likes Blood

1. I Love You

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Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I got a mail from the finance department, and another from another employee, and another and another.

Someone had f****d up and directed incorrect funds to different projects, and they could not be redirected quickly because of the huge amount.

I stared at the email wondering what exactly was I supposed to reply with to this bullshit that was glaring at me. 

How could people be so freaking dumb?

"Judy." The intercom came to life. 

I strained my neck to see the posture of my boss. He looked so f*****g mad and I knew for a fact that it was probably because he too had come to know of what had happened. Man, I didn't even get the time to sugarcoat the situation.

I let out a sigh. I did not want to be at the receiving end of this right now.

"Yes Boss." I said into the intercom nevertheless, because honestly, what the hell was I even supposed to do?

"You are fired." He said blandly. 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He said that at least twice a day. The first time he had said that to me, half an hour in to my work two years ago, I had actually believed it and had started packing my stuff when he called again asking me where his file was and what was I doing toiling about with my stuff.

Ever since then, it has been like this, him saying I was fired and I dealing with whatever had inconvenienced the highness. 

"I will look into it and find a solution to the situation as soon as I can, Sir." I said earnestly, getting back to my laptop immediately. Whoever made this mistake had dug their own grave and I knew that I would have to fire them. It was just how things worked around here and I had no say in the matter, though if you ask me, to make a mistake of this magnitude when they know how the boss works, well, they had to see it coming, right? 

I stared at the laptop, willing some kind of solution to light up in my mind. I know it sounds stupid but it almost always works! Trust me!

"Judy!"

I jumped this time. God, why does this dude have to be so freaking scary?!

I prayed for all my stars to align good because that was the only thing that could save me from this dude's wrath. Honestly bro, do I look like a f*****g machine that I will come up with a solution within a few seconds?

Nevertheless, I got up from my seat sighing and quickly walked over to his office just adjacent to my smaller one, and knocked.

"Cut the crap.!" His angry voice reached my ears. 'Cut the crap!' is his way of saying no need to ask for permission but if you walk in without knocking, he will say 'Does this place look like a public park to you?' 

YES, I agree with you - I totally deserve a raise for dealing with and tolerating, not to mention, being on the receiving end of his anger and mood swings. 

"Sir..." I started but he shut me up by moving his chair to the side of the desk and patting on his lap. 

I sighed. 

"Really Logan?" 

He didn't give me time to think because he was in front of me in a nanosecond - thanks to his bullshit superspeed - and he grabbed, the both of us seated the way he wanted in the next nanosecond.

"I am stressed..." He breathed into my neck as his fingers slowly unbottomed my shirt.

I rolled my eyes. This was another one of his stupid antics. 

"Do you realize how much of a trouble we are in?" I tried to swat his hand away but he did what he always did; he bound my arms to my back with one hand while opening my shirt with the other, paying zero attention to what I was saying. 

"Logan!" I whisper yelled. This man really needed to stop being like this. 

"Can I just enjoy my snack?" He looked up, his eyes as inviting as a  flame is to a moth. 

Now how the hell am I supposed to say no to that?

Yes, I know you must be wondering how can any woman with the minimal self esteem with some dude, especially her boss, calling her a snack. But let me tell you, when he says a 'snack', he literally means a snack. 

Yes, I am his snack. As whacky as that is. Which brings me to the major twist in my and his story. The CEO of the company that I work for? My Boss? Yeah, Mr. Logan Miles. Dude happens to be a vampire or a human-vampire hybrid or whatever they are called. Dhampirs? I think that's the term. 

"If it hurts or leave any kind of mark, you are going to have to go without s*x for a week mister!" I growled. Well, did I forget to mention the fact that this dude happens to be my boyfriend or s*x-friend or whatever you call the exclusive relationship which you don't tell anyone else about?

"I love you." He winked, and that made my heart skip a beat, the shock of which completely numbed any sensation while he lowered his fangs on my neck. He doesn't love me. 

But.

Biggest tragedy of my life. 

I love him.

So it hurts when he throws it out so casually. 

Again. Any woman with the basic self  esteem would up and leave, but I am pretty sure that those who have loved would know, especially when the man is everything you ever wanted expect for the not loving you back and well, dhampir part. 

"How many times do I have to tell you not to throw that bullshit at me?" I asked him. I know I should respect him more, considering that he was tapping into my carotid artery and one wrong move can end my life for good, but I just can't help it. 

"I can't help it." He chuckled, as he licked the wound, sealing it, before looking up at me, his caramel eyes the most beautiful color I know of, even though I always thought I was into blue eyes. A smile appeared on his face, his beautiful dimples showing but it left as quickly as it came and he gestured for me to get up from his lap. 

He gave me a few seconds to pick up myself while he typed away on his laptop and then turned to me, his eyes steely and cold. Yep, that really hurts. I can physically feel the pain in my chest when that happens, but... it is what it is. 

"Get the thing sorted. I have sent you how to handle it since you are of no use anyway." 

Ouch. 

OUCH. 

I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. Tell him that he needed to respect me more. I was an impeccable assistant and I refused to be said otherwise. This was not even my job. He was the CEO and it was his job to come up with his solutions for the problems his employees cause. And even then he had the audacity to first ask me to solve and then second, call me useless!

But yeah, my low self esteem and the reminder of my pay check and car loan forced a nod out of me before I turned on my heels and swiftly walked out of the room, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. 

I sat down, feeling my heart beat erratically against my ribcage as I opened his email. Tears were clouding my vision. Stupid emotional fool!

Why is my life such a tragedy?

Huh... I stared at the solution he had come up with.

Well, you had to agree with this one thing; this guy knew what he was doing. He had ordered to redirect money from several small scale projects so that even if there was a delay with the p*****t, the loss wouldn't be too high. 

I made a detailed note on what was to be done and sent to the finance and planning department. 

That should do. 

My life sucks!

I looked up at the CEO who was absorbed in his work and then at the time on the bottom of the screen. It was half past two and the CEO had had his 'snack'. Meanwhile I was stuck here with my tummy growling. 

I wish he would be a little considerate about me. After all, I have been his secretary for two years now and we are in some kind of an exclusive relationship. Is a little consideration too much to ask for?

Maybe it is all my fault after all. Why the hell am I getting my hopes high with his guy? We are not going anywhere. 

I was so happy I got the job. But right now, I was nothing but miserable.

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