My Hot Boss 02

It was a Friday night. Somewhere around 12. I was working overtime like always.

"Tiss!"

I opened up another RedBull and guzzled it down. This was my fourth one. I was already pretty pumped up, and I wanted to finish my work and get the hell out of here.

"Fuck this bitch!"

I muttered to myself. I was angry. Very angry. I had a date with a smoking hot girl but I had to cancel it because I was ordered to correct my 'mistakes'.

I know what the poor girl was thinking. That I stood her up which I fucking didn't. If it weren't for Ms. Big Titty Bitch, I would be tonguing a 10/10 girl right now. I'm never going to get another chance with the girl. She's blocked me, definitely.

I threw the empty can across the room and it landed perfectly in the trash can.

"Score!"

I pumped my fist in the air and smiled. I was sitting at my desk, and the office was empty. Everyone had left a couple of hours ago, and it was just me alone. There was no one. Not even the janitor. Hell, the guy always left me the keys to the door at night with a sympathetic expression and a pat on my shoulder. At least somebody knew how hard I worked.

Anyway, I was trying to finish some last-minute paperwork.

It was then I heard a noise. It was the sound of heels clicking across the marble floor. Someone was walking down the hallway. It was someone wearing high heels.

I froze. Who the fuck was here? It was 12 o'clock. Who the hell was working this late?

When I peeked above my cubicle, I saw her. It was Ms. Smith. She had an angry expression on her face. It looked like she had been crying. Her face was red and she was wiping tears from her eyes. She had a long trench coat on that hid her body. She had her bag in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. She was walking fast.

She walked towards her office, and then, when she was about to enter, she stopped. She stood still. And, then, she suddenly spun around.

I quickly ducked behind my cubicle. I didn't want her to see me. Because she was angry and she might take out her anger on me and dump more work on me. I wanted to quickly finish and get the fuck out of here.

But, luckily, I heard the door to her office bang shut. I peeked out, and saw the office lights turn on.

"What the hell was that?" I asked myself.

I was so confused.

She wasn't supposed to be here. And, if she was, why did she look so pissed? Why was she crying? Was her marriage that bad?

But, the question was, why was I wasting time thinking about this? It was her personal life and I couldn't give two fucks about her problems.

I sat back down, and tried to finish the work as soon as possible.

I worked for the next 30 minutes and during that time, I heard screaming, arguing, and shouting coming from her office.

It seemed like she was talking to someone. It seemed like she was talking to her husband. I knew this because she kept screaming, "Fuck you! Fuck you! You are a motherfucker!"

There was no mistaking that. And, I didn't want to stick around and hear what was going on. I just wanted to finish the work and get the fuck out of there. The sooner I could leave, the better.

But, suddenly, the shouting, and screaming stopped.

I thought that she was done with the phone call and that her anger would've calmed down, and I would be safe.

But, 15 minutes passed, and I was wrong.

"Jack! Get here! Now!"

I was stunned. Why the fuck did she want to see me? More importantly, how did she know I was here?

"Fuck!"

I cursed under my breath and quickly got up. I couldn't pretend any longer. I fixed my tie and took a deep breath.

"It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright," I told myself.

I had no choice but to obey her orders. I walked down the hallway, and stopped at her door.

"What is it, Ms. Smith? What's wrong?"

"Come in and close the door!"

"Yes, Ms. Smith."

I opened the door and walked in. I kept my eyes on the ground when I did and closed the door. I turned around and what happened next shocked me.