Blood Bound

A Job Done Wrong

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

By now it was the end of the workday, and I was not close to being done with the pile of work Dimitri assigned to me. It was getting dark, and I wanted to go home but I knew I could not go home until I was finished.

I wanted to ask him if I could just take the work home but I knew he was currently not happy with me so I figured he would not give me the chance, although he was being quite unfair. I had a feeling if I asked to take the work home, he would give me a sermon about how the information in the files were classified and needed to be dealt with discretion.

I sighed for what felt like the billionth time today and I rest my head in my hand as I opened another file, getting ready to start documenting it on the computer.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Dimitri packing his things to get ready to leave for the night.

Great.

Does that mean that I am going to stay here alone?

I doubt he was that much of an a**hole.

Considering I had to travel home, I did not want to stay behind by myself.

Taking a deep breath to instill some encouragement and courage in my system, I got up from my desk and walked over to Dimitri’s office.

Despite being able to see what he was up to because the blinds to his office were open, I knocked and waited impatiently for him to let me in, or at least give me permission to enter his premises.

I observed as he acknowledged the sound of my knocks, but decided to carry on about his business, thus intentionally making me wait outside of his office even longer.

While my pride instructed me to open the door anyway and entered, I did not want to challenge my boss on the first day of my job, despite the fact that his d*ck was inside of me two nights ago.

“Come in.” I finally heard him say.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance before I turned the knob on the door and entered.

“I was wondering if you would let me take the work home to complete. I travelled to work, and I would really appreciate it, if I did not have to travel home late alone.” I gave him pleading eyes and watched as his face contorted to express multiple unknown expressions before he looked at me.

“You are a grown woman. I am sure you can handle yourself. Stay here and finish the work. Security will let you out.”

I sighed in defeat and returned to my desk where I continued to do the work.

I could not believe him. All of this ill-treatment because I rejected his want for a s****l relationship with me. This is absolutely preposterous.

If I could have things my way, I would have reported the incidence to human resources, but he literally owns the company and is the head of literally everything. I would be fired in a heartbeat.

As I was busy typing away at the computer, I watched from my peripherals as he exited his office and made his way to the elevator. As he waited for the elevator doors to shut itself, he looked at me and smirked. I immediately felt my stomach drop.

I do not think I can take this any longer and I do not think that I should. It is totally unfair, because he came onto me, and I made the right decision to ends things before something else came out of it.

I am in the right here. It is necessary that we kept things strictly professional because it could hinder our work relationship as it already has.

I further buried my head in my hand because I felt like crying. The more I thought about the situation I was in, the more I felt like it was all my fault. Had I just said no, and told him to get out of my room, then maybe things would have been a bit different.

Though, thinking about the aspects of this silent argument, he was only acting this way because he felt rejected and by association, his ego was challenged. Guys like him hold the assumption that they can get any female that they want because they have the money, the power and the looks because no female has ever told them no. The second this is challenged or is not sought after within themselves; they do not know how to act because they have nothing else to offer. Guys like that lack personality, because they believe all they need are their looks and their money to get into women’s panties.

It is utterly disgusting. No wonder men like Dimitri sleep with so many women and do not just date for the long-term aspect of relationships. They are only worth one night of pleasure, that is, unless you are in it for the financial gain.

Unfortunately for me, I was brought up to believe that I should work for what I wanted and the morals that were etched into my brain were not going away anytime soon so there was no way I could be blinded by the potential materialistic things that he could give to me.

I just hoped that he would not take his anger out on my parents. It is then I will show my true colors. No one lays a finger on my parents.

It was about eleven at night now and I was now finishing up with the last file.

I pondered on whether I should call my parents to ask them to come get me, but I was not too sure on if I should. They were old and it was really late, I did not want to do that to them. They haven’t called because they probably assumed I would be hitching a ride with Dimitri.

Gosh.

Every time I thought of him, my blood just boiled, and I wished I could just punch him. Or at least kick him in the balls.

I packed my bag and headed to the elevator. I would have to exit through the garage, as leaving from the front of the building would be just asking for trouble.

When I got to the garage, I headed toward security to have them open the gate to let me out.

Low and behold, when I got there, I saw my parents’ car parked by the gate and both of them were cuddled up, sleeping in the backseat. How adorable.

I walked up to the car and knocked on the window as an attempt to wake them up.

Fortunately for me they were really light sleepers, so they immediately woke up and looked around a little bit startled.

I smiled sheepishly and mouthed ‘sorry’ to them.

 They smiled at me and unlocked the door for me. I got in and gave them each a kiss on the cheek.

“What are you guys doing here?!” I asked them ecstatically, but really, they had no idea how relieved I felt.

“Well Dimitri called us earlier to let us know that you would be staying back late because you had a lot of work to do, so we came by at around seven to wait for you. We just had to ensure that you were safe.”

My dad said, as he ignited the ignition, and we began our journey back home.

That bastard. He knew my parents would come for me and he did not tell me beforehand. He had me so worried but at least I know he had some sense in him to not allow a woman to travel this late at night.

Come to think of it, he really did not want to be next to me considering he could have just driven me home instead of putting my poor parents through all of this. Nonetheless, I am not complaining. That man child could continue throwing his tantrum, the more work he gives to me, the more I know my worth in that company because either way I am getting work done.

“So, tell me, how was your first day?” My mother asked excitedly.

You know when you have so much on your mind that you suppress it but then someone asks if you are okay, and it all just come crashing down on you like an overwhelming storm of emotions? That happened and I burst into tears.

It is probably weak of me to cry over this inconvenience, but I could not handle it. Not only was I humiliated today, but he was also intentionally treating me back because I would not let him sleep with me again.

“Oh sweetheart. What is wrong? What happened?” My mum climbed into the backseat so that she could comfort me.

I did not want to tell her what happened, because knowing my parents they would try to defend me, and I felt like that would just make things even worse.

“I do not want to talk about it.” I muttered, bury my head in my hands as she hugged me.

Soon enough I began to dose off into her arms and eventually I fell asleep.

Dimitri Zane (P.O.V.)

Did I feel bad about assigning all of that work to Isla and making her stay at the office alone this late at night? Yes. Yes, I did.

I still felt ashamed for what happened earlier and now my behaviour and thoughts of her were hindered by the shame and anger I felt toward her. I know she was right about keeping things professional, but I did not want to admit it.

I knew she would be safe, because for tonight specifically, I made sure to double the security detail around the building just for her sake and made sure to call her parents to drive her back home after work. Isla, being the only werewolf at the firm, among other supernatural beings is not a good idea and there is bound to be one person who would think that it is their duty to ensure the company remains werewolf free and may attack her.

I did not want that because I already instructed her not to retaliate against my employees. An attack like that would only bring about war among any and every clan and werewolf pack across America.

Especially one in particular that I was not quite fond of.

As I drove home, I thought about how childish I may have come across, but honestly, I could not care less. If she did not want me, she should have told me to leave the night I snuck into his bedroom, but no, she wanted me as much as I wanted her and now all of a sudden, she wants to play hard to get?

Despite my current thought and feelings, I could not find it in myself to stop ill-treating Isla. Maybe in the future, I may be nicer to her but not without the expectation of personal gain. Maybe I can court her, and she could eventually warm back up to me. That sounds like a great idea actually.

I laid in bed as I thought over the day and devised a plan to get Isla back. She has another thing coming if she thought I would allow her to slip through my fingers.

Thankfully, she works for me so I can see her everyday and maybe make up for the wrong that I have caused her.

It is starting to sound like a fool proof plan. I was more than excited to commence operation Isla.

I closed my eyes, capturing the relaxing thoughts that flooded my mind, and soon enough, I fell into a deep sleep.

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

“Sweetheart, wake up. We are home now.” I heard my mother say, followed by gentle shaking.

I groaned and rolled over only to fall off the seat of the car.

I heard my father chuckle, before he scooped me into his arms and carried me upstairs to bed.

Ah, every child’s dream.

After he gently rest me on the bed, he walked out of my room and closed the door behind him. Of course, I was not going to bed without showering, that would just be so unhygienic and quite frankly I could not sleep without showering right before bed.

It was a comfort thing for me.

When I finally got done getting clean, I did not bother going downstairs to have dinner. I climbed into bed and closed my eyes to sleep, in hopes that I can forget about the rough day I had.

I just prayed that tomorrow would be different. Different and better.