The next morning I woke up early, showered, put on a knee-length, form-fitting, beige business dress and tied my hair in a strict dud. I grabbed my bag and left my apartment.
When I got to the office, as usual, there was hardly anyone there. It was too early. I went into Matt's office and carefully placed my resignation, which I wrote last night, on his desk. Due to the notice period, I had to work exactly 4 more weeks in this company before I could leave.
Back at my desk, I got to work. I wasn't the type to just serve time after I got fired. No, I wanted to keep doing my best. Until the end.
It was already 9.30am when Matt got into the office. He looked stressed. As if he had had little sleep. Without greeting, he ran straight to his office.
After 10 minutes he came out again: "Alea to my office, now" without waiting for an answer from me he walked back to his desk. Great. I assume he read my resignation.
With a sigh, I went into the lion's den. "Sit down" he asks me and points to the chair in front of him with his hand. I followed.
Matt inhaled audibly. "So you mean what you said yesterday? You'll quit if I don't change my mind?"
I looked into his eyes for the first time and nodded. I was completely serious.
Matt shook his head. "I got at least 20 new gray hairs tonight thanks to you Alea. You're driving me crazy," he mumbled.
"You won. The construction project has been put on hold for the time being. However, I will not sell the property. But you have to withdraw your notice of termination. Deal?" Talked to Matt.
I was surprised by this turn. I wouldn't have expected that. It seems Matt still has something like a heart after all. Or is he doing it for me alone? But at least I know how much I must mean to him if he gives up so much money. I was satisfied.
I smiled briefly at "Deal" I finally said to Matt before standing up. At that moment, Matt tore up my resignation. I left the office and went to my seat. Thiago's plan worked.
I opened Skype and decided to write to him:
Alea: Congratulations. Your plan worked, you bastard.
Thiago: thanks ;) Matt sells the property?
Alea: No. However, he stops the construction. I didn't want more.
Thiago: then my plan was not yet successful. I'm counting on you Alea. You know what I want.
Alea: Fuck you Thiago Silva!!!
Thiago: I would much rather fuck you Alea Miles :)
That's it. With that I closed the chat. What is this bastard thinking? How depraved can one be. But actually nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to him.
~
It was lunchtime and Matt came out of his office. He walked straight to my desk. However, I kept typing on my keyboard and didn't show anything. "Hungry? Shall we have lunch?" he asks me.
I didn't feel like it. Even though everything was settled between us, I still didn't feel like spending time with him. "No thanks. I would like to finish writing the report," I politely brush off. Luckily, Matt understood right away and left.
~
The next two weeks were rather quiet. Every day Matt asked if I had lunch with him. But every time I came up with a different excuse. I think he knew full well that I just didn't want to. And Thiago didn't give up either. He texted me pointless, arrogant comments almost every day on Skype. I read his messages but consistently ignored him.
It was Friday evening and I was still in the office. I was supposed to create an exposé about a special property. I studied the details with concentration when my Skype lighted up again:
Thiago: still online so late? Why do you work so much for the idiot?
I briefly considered just ignoring his stupid message again when he texted me again:
Thiago: It 's Friday evening. I have a better idea ;)
Now I typed an answer:
Alea: when will you finally understand that I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore . STOP TEXTING ME.
Thiago: oh, madame is still angry? Relax, otherwise your frown lines on your forehead will get deeper and deeper.
Alea: I have no frown lines on my forehead . And if it does, then only thanks to you. That 's why I like to say again : leave me alone!
After I sent my reply, I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out my folding pocket mirror to check my forehead. Idiot. Of course I don't have wrinkles on my forehead.
Thiago: :-D Pack your mirror again, I'm just annoying you.
I immediately looked around the office. There was no one here except Matt whose door to his office was closed.
Alea: where are you?
Thiago: So I was right ? I 'm sitting in my office. You're just like an open book to me now Alea ;)
This &÷£×;×¥!: deep breath Alea. I closed the chat and my eyes at the same time. Then I started to smile. Because he was right. He knew me well enough by now to know what was going on inside me. And not only that, he knew exactly how I react to him. when he touches me How he befuddles me when he is near me and his scent envelops me. I was completely at his mercy. And he liked it. The power over me. And again I just gave him the confirmation. Even if it was just a harmless chat. Damn Alea. You must finally ban Thiago Silva from your life.
"You text with that psychopath silva?"
I winced when Matt asked me that question in a different tone of voice. But also because I didn't notice him coming out of his office and suddenly standing so close behind me. Oh my god how long has he been behind me?
"Matt I... I didn't even notice you," I stuttered, puzzled.
Matt grabbed my chair and turned it toward him. He supports his hands left and right on my armrests to bend very close to me. I pushed myself into my chair with all my strength to get as much distance from him as possible.
I saw his eyes. His pupils were dilated and I have never seen such an expression in them. He also smelled strongly of Whysky. Did he get drunk in the office?
I got scared because I felt this wasn't going to end well.
Matt roughly grabbed my chin with his hand and pulled my head up. "Now I know why you don't have lunch with me anymore? Why you turned me down in the limousine back then? You let that arrogant bastard fuck you, right?" He spat at me and jerked my head to the side before letting go.
I was shaking all over, unable to move
"N-no, let me go Maaaattt" I stuttered softly, hoping he would let me go.
But wrong thought.
"Shut your lying mouth you bitch" he shouted now.
My eyes filled with tears. Matt was jealous and heavily intoxicated. My rejection in the last few days probably meant that he was now unpredictable.
"Now I realize a few things. You worked for him. He planted you here, didn't he? To spy on me?" Matt cringed.
"No, that's not true," I interjected. But it was like he completely tuned out what I was saying and just wanted to hear his theory.
"You little bitch. You also know about him from the hotel complex at the old Peer, don't you? He wants to buy the property. And I idiot stop the construction. You knew exactly how you could influence me," he continued.
"Matt please listen to me, I have nothing to do with this. I swear to you" I tried again through tears.
*klaaatschhh*
I felt my head snap to the side and my cheek burned. He just punched me in the face. With the palm of your hand and with full force.
"You shut up now. You'll atone for your betrayal. And I'll start right away and finally take what I wanted when I saw your hot ass for the first time," he hissed at me.
Then he grabbed my hair and forcibly dragged me off the chair and into his office. I tried to free myself, but he was stronger.
In his office, he held me on his desk with my upper body so that my butt was sticking out towards him. He crossed my arms behind my back and held her with one hand.
I tried to fight it with all my might, screaming for help, begging him to stop, but I was powerless. He pulled my skirt over my butt and tore my panties.
"Oh Alea Miles, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll think of me every damn day for the rest of your life," he murmured while fumbling with his waistband with his free hand.
Please God, please don't let this happen.