Chapter 9 - Aren't We So Damn Nosy?

Lacey's POV:

I don’t stop this time. I’m on the hallway, dressing with my jacket.

I need a fucking cigarette. Fuck! He heard all of it…. Well, next time, don’t call me after hours. I offer different personas. One during day, and another after hours. Deal with it, brat. Or do whatever you want. Fire me. Even better. Muhahaha! He grabs my left hand and turns me around.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

We’re breathing against each other with an intense lock of stares and I’m itching to hit him.

“What are you doing, sir? Take off your hand from mine. Now.” I’m speaking through my teeth.

“You haven’t finished, Miss Holtrey. Keeping me company is next step. Maybe I want something else to eat after that.” YOU! I’ve just controlled to not punch him….

“Mr. Markle, you can eat on your own. I’m not a good company. Trust me. Just eat and maybe rest or whatever else you need to do. It’s almost morning and I do need some sleep to function at the actual work I’ve signed for. Hand off. Now.” His hand on mine is burning.

Don’t go lunatic, kid. You haven’t seen my other face. You don’t want that.

“Now, Miss Holtrey. Come on.” He’s serious and controlling himself, dragging me to the kitchen, not in a harsh manner, but it’s against my will, and I’m trying to not become violent, yet, but I’m moving my hand in his to free it. He’s got a strong grip.

HE’S INSANE!

“Mr. Markle! Let go! Alright! Just let go and stop touching me!” OH! HELP ME, GOD, NOT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID! HE’S ASKING FOR IT! Man….

He places me on the chair in front of him and he then takes a seat to fucking eat, with a profound glare into mine. I’m crossing my arms, and “HMPH!” at him, looking the other side.

He’s like life is revenging on me for something. I can’t fucking believe this. Nope. I need to stay with him to eat now. Why the fuck didn’t he hire a nanny or something? It’s beyond my understanding….

He’s eating as I hear, and my phone is ringing.

WHO THE FUCK IS CALLING NOW?! ARE YOU FOR REAL?!

I puff and take the phone out of my jacket. Yeah, when I went out the kitchen, I grabbed my phone, too, and put it in the jacket. Forgot to mention it as I’m on a nervous breakdown and I do want to get fired by the kid right now.

Clinton? Why the fuck are you calling me at this hour?!

I groan and take the call as he’s not stopping, and I ban the kid again from my perception.

“Say!” He’s pausing as he knows when I’m pissed and how dangerous I become. “Don’t fuck with me Clinton. Not at this hour. Bad time on that.”

“Hey beautiful.” Cut the crap! He’s in his fucker mode.

“Don’t push it, Clinton.”

“Did Brent tell you?” He’s in his playing voice. I’m smirking, looking on the table in front of me, now laughing under my lips.

“Oh yes. Want your balls back, bro?” He’s chuckling.

“You know I do, baby.”

“Cut the crap, moron. Your balls are fried since four years ago. And I’m out of that since then, dude.” I grab the glass of orange juice from the table, that is supposed to be the kid’s juice, but whatever. I’m sipping from the glass as I’m in pains in my stomach. No, I don’t see the brat, but he has just stopped eating, I think. Who cares?

“Not fair, babe. How’s your dad, Lace?” He’s serious now and I become too, returning the glass of juice on the brat’s side.

“He’s fine…. As fine as he can be.”

“That bad, huh?” Yeah, he knows my dad.

“He’s fine as his daughter loves him and will solve it.” I’m crossing my legs and resting my head on my left hand. Every time dad comes to my attention, I come back to reality and cut my typical craziness just like that.

“I’m sorry, babe…. He’s a good guy and I’m sure he’ll fight through this. Okay, Lace. Real reason why I called you. You know I love you.” I roll my eyes. “Lace? Did she hang up? No. You little devil…. Ha-ha!”

“Real reason, Clinton. Spill it fast and stop aggravating me.”

“Why don’t you come back? Brent told me you had a job interview for a fucking assistant position? Are you for real, baby? You? That shocked me to be honest. You can make any amount coming back, Lace. You know that. You’re the best. Think about it. We gave you space and time for your dad, otherwise we wouldn’t have let you go, love.” I’m rubbing my left temple with my eyes closed.

“I can’t do it anymore, Clinton. I really can’t. It hit me bad and I can’t….”

“Lace…. You can better help him like this. And you also help other people, love. You’re unbreakable, and nothing ever happened to you to keep you apart from your dad. Just when you had to travel for it for a while. Like in any other job. You’re even on top of me, babe. And I’m the best worldwide…. Until four years ago that is…. You little devil…. Ha-ha!” I’m smiling and motioning my head in disbelief. Yeah, I beat the shit out him. Ha-ha!

“Well, it was good fucking you, pal. I had the best orgasms.” He has snorted into laughter.

“I’m sure you had. I had too. I kept them in ice for four years, love. The shame is following me till today. So, I do need a round to take my precious balls back, babe.” I’m devilishly laughing, he’s playing the drama of his suffering in his voice while speaking. He’s a cute guy in general. When he wants to that is.

“No round, pal. Loser tag is crowning you. No return on that, no matter if we fuck again. You’ll always be under my balls, babe. I won fair and square, Clinton. You couldn’t handle me till the end, and you passed out, dude. Between you and me, I’m the man. So, accept it, and let it go.” He’s moaning in pain. Yeah, he does that when he’s not pleased. I’m laughing under my lips. I can imagine how this entire conversation sounds like, but I don’t give a damn.

“You owe it to me, love! I’ll bet ten fucking million dollars you’ll lose this time! How does that sound, huh?!” I “Hmph!” at him.

“You can even bet one billion dollars, love. You’ll still get fucked by yours truly. But we’ll not resume to only balls this time, we’ll go deeper and harder. Think you can handle that? I’m a fucking beast when upset, babe.” He’s pausing as I’m laughing in tears without being able to control.

“You so provoke me…. FINE! A BILLION DOLLARS! COME HERE RIGHT NOW AND FUCK ME! STOP LAUGHING!” I can’t stop laughing as I remember how I beat him…. Jesus…. I’m suffocating from laughing….

“Okay, okay…. Let’s stop, Clinton. Enough. I don’t want you to pass out again, love. I’ve accumulated a lot in me for the last four years of abstinence, babe. You wouldn’t last even five seconds with me. Trust me. It’s too much I’m having for you to keep the pace, love.” I’m becoming serious now. “And I said the truth back then, Clinton. I’m not going back. I can’t. That chapter is closed no matter how much I loved it. It’s in the past now. Accept it and forget about it. I told Brent the same tonight to tell you. That life is behind me. It was good while it lasted, but not anymore. I have other problems to deal with and I don’t want to create more. Dad needs me and I can’t turn my back at him.” He sighs.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t give up.”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

“For real.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Bye.”

“Lace!” I end the call.

“Son of a bitch…. Never giving up. Learn the meaning of no. Want me to fucking kill you this time? Stupid bastard….” I shove my phone in my jacket, with a tired expression and body, and come back to my surrounding reality, with the kid in front of me who’s leaned on his chair with his arms crossed and a predator stare at me.

I’m in my whatever attitude. He’s kind of cute. Ha-ha! I’m crazy, I know.

“Finished eating, sir? Can I go now?” I’m looking into his plate.

He barely touched it…. Yeah, well…. I said I’m not a good company. Should have believed me, brat.

“Miss Holtrey?” His voice is more than husky. I’m containing a laughter.

“Yes, sir?”

“Who’s Clinton?” Aren’t we so damn nosy? I’m blinking at him, but he’s seriously asking. I release a sigh.

“Well, sir, a former lover. We had a pretty tight relationship. He wants to renew it, but I don’t. Answered the question. Can I go now? I really need some sleep, sir. I don’t want to be a zombie at work around you. I’m not young anymore, you know?” Clinton is calling again. “You won’t stop until I fuck you for real, huh? Motherfucker….” I reject the call.

“I haven’t finished eating, Miss Holtrey.” He’s in a mix of anger and turned on state at me.

Yeah? Who kept you away from food, kid? Ha-ha! Oh, I’m so fucking sleepy…. I don’t know how I’ll keep standing tomorrow… Well, today….

He’s eating, looking at me with those fired-up green stars. I’m shaking my head and smile aside. Clinton is banging the phone again and I take the call.

“Give me address and you’re out, love.”

“Now you’re talking, love!”

“No, I mean it. It’s almost morning, moron.”

“So? Since when that’s a problem? Best fucking is at dawn, babe….”

“Fuck you hard, babe.”

“Mmm…. Sounds like a blessing coming from you.”

“Clinton?”

“Yeah?”

“Look behind you, at twelve o’clock.”

“Why?” He’s pausing.

“It’s coming, fucker. Keep waiting. And prepare for it. I’ll take it all and leave you with nothing this time, babe. Brent is too drunk to stop me now like last time. You’re marked and fucked, love. Hope your gun is at hand to use it. Hurricane is on its way to you. Stop calling me if you still want to breathe, pal. I mean it. Don’t awaken the monster in me, Clinton. Bye.” And I end the call with a complete shutdown of my phone as my brain can’t stand noises any longer.

I’ll fuck you soon…. Don’t worry, love…. Just for fun…. Motherfucker….

I shove it in my jacket again and then cross my hands on the table and crumble with my forehead on them. I’m out of everything at this point.

“Sir?” I’m finding my position to sleep on the table as I can’t stay awake. “Wake me up when you finish eating…. I need a nap at least.” I’m yawning. “Fucking kid….” And I drift into a deep sleep in a second as I don’t hear anything around me anymore….

The kid will consider me some sex addict or something like that…. Way to go, Lace… Eh…. The fuck I care…. Dreamland…. Mmmm…. I wish I was on a bed….