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roughingitwithcal · 9 years ago

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property pt 6

With wide eyes, I looked at the tiny message that popped up. What did he want to talk about? I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to some piece of shit right now. I slipped on my shoes and checked my teeth in the small mirror that was placed right beside the door, opening a few seconds later and glided down the hallway to Luke’s office.

There was a small problem. Where the hell was his office? I reach the elevator and pressed the up button, waiting for the elevator to come up. Shit, where was I going to go? Swiping the green screen that laid upon my arm, I tried to find some directions that would hopefully pop up, but of course, they didn’t. Great. What if I just didn’t go? What if I stay here and he’ll come get me?

“Y/N, are you okay?” I heard a voice say behind me. Whipping my head around I see Calum’s tall figure stand behind me. My heart rate slows down, thanking the Lord it wasn’t Mr. Regbo or someone else.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mr. Hemmings just called me down to his office, but I have no idea where it is.” I push a strand of my hair behind my ear, patiently waiting for the elevator to come down, no rush though.

“Here, let me take you,” said Calum as the elevator doors open. We both walk in and he presses, of course, the top floor and we sway back and forth to the faint rock music playing in the elevator.

“Have you considered Toby’s offer?” Calum said, finally looking at me with his big brown eyes.

“I’m still considering, Calum.”

“You know he’s leaving in-“

“I realized that.” I cut him off. I fix my hair in the reflection of the elevator door, trying to make myself look presentable. I hear Calum’s chuckle behind me and I glare at him. “Shut up, you aren’t a girl.” I roll my eyes and with a loud ding, the elevator doors open and we come upon this gorgeous floor. With marble ceiling tops to marble tiled floors and gold accents, quite similar to the top of the library. Along the walls as we walked down the hall, there were large paintings of famous artists or self portraits of Luke in avant garde clothing. Even though the douche was self conceited and an asshole, he was still pretty good looking. Coming to the end of the hall, we reach large white and glass double doors that you could barely see inside. On the front of the door, it had the words plastered “Master’s Office.”

“Have fun.” Calum says, patting my back and turning around. I grab ahold of his wrist and turn him back around.

“Wait, where are you going?”

He laughs and pats my hand, before taking it off his. “If Luke asked for specifically you into his office, a place where a servant has never gone into, this is a big deal.” He smiles and shakes his head before turning around and walking back down the hall. No servant has come up to his office before? Well, it was pretty clean. But no one has come up here? I take a long breath and turn towards the door, my hand hovering above the white wood. Hesitantly, I knock on the door and no more than three seconds, I hear a faint “come in”. Opening the door, the office is even more fancy with white paint and furnishing with gold and blue accents across the room. The floor was hard wood but there were a lot of carpets on the ground, especially the soft ones that sat underneath his front door. I see Luke turned around, looking out the balcony of his big view of the upper city.

“I could smell your fear from here, Y/N.” I hear him chuckling.

“Why are you interested in the way I smell?” I walk towards the desk but I stop at a certain distance, giving some space between me and this very intimidating man. He turns around and he’s completely changed in a different outfit, with a white button up, slightly unbuttoned at the top to show some of his chest hairs, his tight black jeans and black ankle boots. He looked completely normal and not at all like a menacing boss that wants to kick your ass to the curb.

“Sit Y/N, I won’t bite,” he says taking a seat in his white chair, his back leaning against it as he totally relaxes in it. I hesitantly take a seat in the black chair that sat in front of his glass desk and I cross my legs, hoping to feel as proper as I wanted too.

“What did you call me in here for, sir?” I said, choking on the word “sir” for I fucking hated that word.

“Y/N,” he sits up and puts his hands together, his fingers intertwining. “It has come to my attention someone has asked you to accompany them to his estate.” Shit, Regbo. I nervously wipe my hands on my leggings and clear my throat, nodding my head.

“Well, I hope you’re considering it,” he says in a deep voice. I look back up at him, giving him a glare. Was he trying to say I should take the job?

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you’re really well organized and loyal, but let’s be honest, you’re a pain in my ass.” He says, cracking a devilish grin. (HAHAHA) I scoff and cross my arms.

“You’re kidding me? Should I remind you of all those times I have ignored you and you still haven’t sent me to Cell 23 yet, now have you?” He first looked at me slyly, and then he chuckles under his breath, standing up to walk around the desk and towards the small white table beside us, leaning against it, his gaze burning into my skin.

“Just saving you for the right moment,” he says chuckling. I furrow my eyebrows and I felt small tears prick my eyes, shaking my head. I stand up and dust off my pants.

“Fine. I’ll tell Mr. Regbo myself, thank you Mr. Hemmings.” I groan and tried to quickly walk out the door, but feeling a tight grip on my wrist, I am distracted as Luke pins my body between his and the white wall. His chest was pressed against mine, my wrist pinned above my head and my other hand on his chest, trying to push him off. His body weight was large so it was practically impossible for me get out of his grip.

“Just know, Y/N,” he says, purposely breathing heavily so I could feel his warm breath on my lips, “if you work for Toby, you would be missing out on all of this.” And without a warning, his lips are upon mine, his warm ones against my cold ones. I tense up at the sudden movement and half of me wanted to knee this motherfucker in the nuts but the other half wanted to rub my hands through his hair. I gasp as he bites my bottom lip, giving him access for his tongue to slither in. His hand that pinned my wrist moved down my neck, down my shoulders, across the sides and landing at my hips, giving them a rough squeeze as he presses his lower half against mine. As for myself, well, I was confused on what to do. My mind and heart was telling me not to give in to the fuckboyish type of behavior but my movements and my limbs were telling me to rub my hands all over his body. And that’s exactly what they did. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head forward to deepen the kiss. I grabbed the small hairs on the back of his neck and i felt as he gasped at my aggressiveness. I felt his hardened length against my leg and I instantly realize, what the fuck am I doing? Luke’s lips moved down my jawline and to my neck, nipping at the warm skin. My eyes widen as I realized what I was doing. I was about to fuck my boss. I grab his face with my hands and pulled his lips down to mine, just before as I pushed him hard off my body and running out the door, sprinting towards the elevator, ignoring Luke’s yells from down the hall.

LUKE’S POV:

As I felt Y/N’s hands push my body off hers, I didn’t have time to realize or stop her from running out my office. I ran to the door but she was already pressing the elevator buttons.

“Y/N!” I yelled, slamming the door behind me and quickly walking towards her. Even from this far distance, I could see her desperation to get away from me. I never wanted her to be afraid of me, I wanted her to like me. To like me as much as I liked her.

I walked down the hall and caught up to her before the elevator doors closed the space between us. As I stuck my hand through the closing, i watched as her sad face turned annoyed.

“God, what is it that you want from me?!” she yelled. she grabbed a fistful of her hair in both hands and sighed. it hurt me that she didn’t feel the same way i did. i mean, i could understand why. i was just so horrible to her.

“Isn’t it obvious, Y/N?” I yelled back at her, quickly pressing the emergency button to stop the elevator from going down. The elevator came to an abrupt stop and i watched as her facial expressions turned.

“No! it isn’t obvious luke!” My face turned shocked as she used my real name. I wasn’t even mad. Coming out of her mouth, it sounded like music.

“You are constantly doing this to me, kissing and flirting and then two seconds later, you’re telling me to leave! i am not going to be your little fuck buddy!” she said, yelling at me. i realized that i did that to her quite often, but hearing it come directly out of her mouth, made my heart break.

“you aren’t a fuck buddy-“

“then what am i?! a toy you can use and push around like you’re some little girl playing with her toys?”

“goddamn it y/n, i like you!” i say, letting the words slip out of my mouth. i watched as her facial expression softened into shock and i look back down at the ground, running my hands through my hair. “there you go. that’s why.” i didn’t want to look back up at her but when i did, i saw as she pressed the emergency button and the doors immediately open to the main floor.

“i’m taking the job, you asshole,” she said, her voice cracking, before sprinting out the door. i was going to go after her, but my heart was too in pain to move at all.

“are you okay, mr. hemmings?” i hear a high voice say. my head shoots up to see a new girl, i think her name was stacy or briana. i saw as she swayed her hips in her black skirt that flowed and moved back and forth. i knew she was infatuated with me and i knew she didn’t care about my well being. she only cared about getting in my pants. and that’s what i let her do. grabbing her wrist, i pulled her into the elevator, pressing the close door button quickly and the emergency button as it went up, pushing her against the wall to let my anger and heart break on her.

note: i am so fucking sorry it’s taken me this long to update this and it ending up being actually really short. the amount of stress i’ve been having, like i was planning putting this off. but its okay. i got this done and im sorry for not being as consistent with my posting as i used to be. do not expect an immediate update of this story because march is going to be a hella busy week for me soooOoo hopefully ya’ll understand. thanks for being patient with this story ily:)

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