Chapter 12 - War!
Mona's POV:
I’m back to my office, with the door locked, and I’m taking a seat on my chair, panting in anger.
“I’ll call the fucking police if he fucking breaks even one fucking door. FUCK YES!”
She’s in another range of laughter.
“Well, baby…. From how I see it, I don’t think you’ll squeeze a call to police once he’s in there…. Ha-ha!”
“Don’t be a bitch, Dana! Stop fantasizing! Or just keep it to yourself! I’m serious over here! I can’t fucking stand him for real! He forced me with all this!” I’m losing my damn mind and my vision trembles a bit with the crack of an incoming dizziness.
I’m taking deep breaths to prevent myself from passing out as I did pass out several times this past month. But I’m taking the breaths in a way for her to not hear it.
“Oh…. But he doesn’t seem a jerk with you from how I saw him, babe. He seems into you from his eyes and from how many calls he initiated….”
“Of course he is into me! He wants to fuck me as well! That doesn’t mean anything when I don’t want him!”
“Okay. Calm down. And for real now, you can’t call police on your husband, honey.” She sees I’m damn serious and enraged on this, so she comes back from her fantasies to my reality.
“I can’t fucking calm down when he’s acting like this, Dana.”
“He did call you and you haven’t answered, babe. You did worse by not answering. He’s not the kind of guy to take no for an answer. Whatever men you had before him suffer no comparison to Bad Boy Fucker, Mona.”
Yeah, I had none! Because I don’t want to! But she doesn’t know or need to know this….
“I know you’re confident and a bad one when it comes to men, and no one has a leash or superiority on you. But this one…. It’s kind of at your level, babe. No way out with him. If you’re his woman? Yeah…. And he’s officially your husband. The invisible leash is already around your neck through marriage. I don’t know…. Try to discuss with him. Ignoring him will bring no good to you, babe.”
I’LL TALK NOTHING TO HIM! I DON’T FUCKING CARE! HE’S NOT MY FUCKING OWNER!
“Okay. Thank you for calling me. See you tomorrow, Dana. Bye.” I end the call before she has a chance to reply.
The moment my phone ends the call, he’s calling me, and I take the call with my rabid all.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?! I’M BUSY! DON’T YOU GET WHEN SOMEONE ISN’T ANSWERING THAT HE OR SHE IS FUCKING BUSY AND DOESN’T WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU?! HUH?!”
My heart is everywhere and I’m breathing in rage. The last thing I want is to fucking see his face! And for sure I don’t want a rerun of what happened between us in his office! I don’t want him to touch me or do things with or to me on that line!
“Baby? Open the door.” He’s calm but in his thick, husky voice.
I’m panting in anger with my head and vision clenching.
“What door?! Are you fucking crazy?!” Yeah, I fake knowledge. I’M FUCKING CRAZY MYSELF! AND THE KIND OF CRAZY THAT NEVER GETS TREATMENT!
BASTARD! DEVIL!
My eyes jerk at my door.
The fuck I’ll open any door for you!
I grab my cigarettes and light one. I need something to calm down my nerves as I’m out with everything. My eyes are burning, so is my blood down my veins.
“To your office, baby.” He’s so damn calm….
“What do you mean to my office?”
“I’m standing in front of the door to your office, and it’s locked, baby. You either open it now or I’ll do it.”
I puff and roll my eyes.
“Stop playing, fucker. You have no business in my office. I’m busy with work and you have no right to come to my company and do whatever. Just go home or wherever you want and leave me the fuck alone.” I end the call, smoking, panting, fuming, having murder scenarios in my mind with him being the main lead.
Listen to this fucker….
I’m mimicking his words to me.
And because I’m crazy for real, and you guys can laugh about this now, I jump on my feet and aim the fucking sofa to push it in front of my fucking door. And I’m doing it as fast as I can. He won’t step foot in my fucking office! WAR!
Fuck…. This is so fucking heavy…. That’s it…. Oh….
I’m enforcing all my might to push it.
There. MUHAHAHA! Eat shit now, bastard. He, he, he….
I turn around and, beaming with triumph, I walk to my chair.
I’m fucking crazy…. Ha-ha! Son of a bitch….
I leisurely sit on my chair, lifting my feet and crossing them on my desk, smoking, feeling on top of the world. He, he, he…. Yes, I have a wicked smirk on my lips and a bad girl stare for sure.
Let’s see the fucker…. You won’t get it. MUHAHAHA! He drives me fucking crazy….
He’s not calling me again since then and there’s no noise coming from outside. I breathe in peace. Maybe he gives up and goes to whatever place and leaves me alone.
My phone breaks the silence in my office and it’s Dana.
“Yeah?”
“Curiosity eats me up. How are things, babe?”
I smirk and sip some coffee.
“Doors are locked, sofa is flanking my office door. He called and told me to open the door, meaning the first door, and I told him I won’t and to go away. He said to open it, or he’ll do it. I ended the call after I told him my opinion. Silence since then and no more calls. Probably he gave up. I’m in triumph. He, he, he….”
“He hasn’t come outside yet, babe. Sofa flanking the door…. HA-HA! You crazy creature….”
I’m bobbing my head with a broad smile on my face.
“Yep. I won’t let the fucker win on this, babe.”
“You sure he won’t win, babe?”
“Yep.”
“Think again, love. His right hand, Randy something, has just come down and talking to security. Probably to give him the keys for Bad Boy Fucker to come inside to you. And…he has the keys, going to the elevators as we speak. I’m seeing it as I’m outside, babe. Oh! The adrenaline! Ha-ha!”
WHAT?! THEY’RE OUT! WHO THE FUCK PAYS THEM?! ME OR THE FUCKER?! THEY’RE MY EMPLOYEES! NOT HIS! SHIT!