Emma
It’s been a month now since we’ve met our new boss and every single day Mr. Storm would visit our branch. Out of all the branches and businesses that he owns, he prefers to make this office to be his main (where I work), it doesn’t make any sense. He’s been doing nothing but getting on my nerves.
My stuttering disappeared now when I’m around Mr. Storm instead I either talk timidly or angrily. He would find ways to make physical or skin contact, leaving me incredibly annoyed. He enjoys playing with the tips of my hair while I work which is so distracting.
When I would walk down the hallway, he would purposely brush up against my shoulder. When I’m on a break, he would also take his break and find ways to talk to me. Although he was a pain in the ass, I still respected Mr. Storm as my boss. When he’s not annoying me, he’s on a project, and when he’s working, he becomes an entirely different person. He’s smart, hardworking, and wise even though he wasn’t that much older than me.
Each day, Mr. Storm would invite me to get dinner, and like always my answer was the same, no. He just doesn’t give up.
Even when he’s annoying the hell out of me my work life has become less dull than it was, doesn’t mean I particularly love my job because of it but it somehow turned out to be much more tolerable than before.
Going to work today I expected to see Mr. Storm hanging out with other employees near my cubicle, but for some reason, he wasn’t today. I thought of it as nothing at first but as the day progressed I haven’t seen my bothersome boss anywhere. He wasn’t there during my breaks nor was he behind me playing with my hair while I worked, and for some odd reason, I feel tingles on my head when I’m working it’s like I can feel him playing with my hair even when he’s not.
Days pass by, and Mr. Storm wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I figured it didn't trouble me at first, yet now it was distressing me. I was annoyed that he wasn’t there I couldn’t understand it at all. I couldn’t focus on work because of it and when I finally snapped I walked over towards the cubicle next to me. She was my coworker who always hung out with Mr. Storm in the morning and let me just add that she had a massive crush on Mr. Storm.
“Hey, have you seen Mr. Storm lately?” I asked her casually. She looked at me with falling eyelids and asked “Why? You’re after Mr. Storm too?” I instantly blushed at her accusation and said: “No, I’m just wondering why our boss disappeared all of a sudden.” It wasn’t a lie though.
She sighed and said “Mr. Storm is taking some time off apparently. Why? I don’t know, but people are saying that he’s with other women traveling around and stuff. Luck them.” I wouldn’t consider them lucky.
Anger started brewing within me at the very thought of Mr. Storm slacking off. Not because he’s my boss but because he was that perverted stranger and all he did was tease me during work so what right did he have to slack off?
“Oh, Ms. Pierce great timing! Can you do me a favor?” my floor manager asked as he came up to me with a large envelope in his hands. I nodded and waited for his favor. He handed over the envelope and said “Can you deliver this to Mr. Storm? I know you’re not the right person to ask but our secretary is in an important meeting, and these papers need to be signed by Mr. Storm as quick as possible.”
The idea of going to wherever Mr. Storm was made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t like meeting him out of work because it would only remind me of that one night at the club. It appears most of my problems have something to do with Mr. Storm. I sighed and said, “Can’t you ask someone else?” This time it was the floor manager’s turn to sigh as he said: “I wish I could Ms. Pierce but it seems like you’re the only female on this floor that seems not to want to get into Mr. Storm’s pants.”
Without a choice, I accepted my floor manager’s request and was now on my way towards Mr. Storm’s house. Out of all the places he could’ve been he just had to be at home, just the thought of being in his home made me uncomfortable.
Standing in front of his door didn’t help my raging nerves. My stomach churned uncomfortably as I stood there for what seemed to be minutes now. I couldn’t find the strength to press the doorbell, I just stood there like a complete idiot, but I think I would be more of an idiot if I entered this home.
I took a deep breath and decided to get this over with, I rang the doorbell and quickly shut my eyes expecting that Mr. Storm would open the door and smirk at me like always. But minutes go by and no one was answering, I rang the doorbell again, but it seemed like no one was home. I silently cheered that no one was back, but as I twisted the doorknob the door opened, he didn’t lock the door. I don’t know whether he did it on purpose or not? Either way, it’s dangerous for a billionaire to leave his door unlocked even if there was security downstairs.
I silently entered his penthouse to see it completely clean, not what I expected. It also seemed to be empty like no one was there but the further I walked in the more I heard a soft snore. His penthouse looked pretty expensive; it must cost more than what he earns in a year.
I entered a darker room and noticed a figure sleeping in a large bed. Half of me wished it was some random girl instead of Mr. Storm. Instead of waking the figure up I decided just to leave the envelopes on the nightstand. Before I could move, a hand shot out from underneath the blanket and held on tightly to my wrist which caught me off guard making me shriek in surprise.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” a husky voice asked.
“I must be in the wrong house,” I stuttered in fear, but I made sure that this was the right address. Immediately a head poked out from underneath the blankets, and it was none other than Mr. Storm. “Oh, kitten. Have you missed me?” he asked with a sleepy smirk on his face.
It was hard not to acknowledge how incredibly handsome he was with bedhead and a sleepy look on his face.
“I’m just here to drop off the envelopes,” My voice was still stuttering. Mr. Storm chuckled and said “It’s been a while since you’ve stuttered in front of me. Don’t tell me after all the progress we’ve made we’re back to square one?”
“What progress?” I asked him in confusion. “Mr. Storm—” but before I could continue he cut me off by saying exasperatedly “Stop calling me that! You can call me Elijah, and I’ll call you Emma. Okay?” I wasn’t comfortable with calling him by his first name, but he was my boss.
“Elijah, I’m just here to deliver this envelope,” I gestured towards the large envelope sitting on the night table. “Now, that I’m done with my task I should be heading back to the office, unlike someone who’s slacking off,” I growled glaring at him. I turned around to walk away, but Elijah quickly did one of his absolute favorite things, he grabbed my wrist.
What I didn’t expect was for Elijah to suddenly pull me down on the bed with me on top of him. My cheeks burned up in embarrassment from our current position; I could feel every crease of his muscles against my body. His face was extremely close to mine. He then whispered, “You may not have missed me, kitten, but I have missed you so much.” His body was unexpectedly hot. Upon closer inspection, Elijah looked like he was utterly exhausted, he also had dark circles around his eyes, and he looked a bit pale.
“What are you doing Elijah? This is inappropriate,” I tried to get out of there, But his arms were wrapped around my waist, and his hands rested on the lower part of my back right above my butt tightly. I’ve come to realize that I was slowly getting used to him touching me frequently. He chuckled and said “Apparently, everything I do is inappropriate to you. What can I do to make you accept me?” For the first time he sounded desperate, he wasn’t himself that’s for sure.
I placed my hand on Elijah’s forehead to discover that he was burning up badly. “Gosh! Elijah, you’re burning up!” I told him. He chuckled and said “I like it when you say my name,” his hold on me tightened.
Suddenly I felt guilty for accusing him that he was slacking off.
“Was this the reason why you couldn’t come to the office? Did you even call the doctor?” I asked.
“Called the doctor a few days ago. He gave me medicine and told me to rest up,” he said groggily.
“Don’t you have any family members to take care of you? Or could at least hire a nurse?” I asked him.
“You can be my nurse,” he said happily as his eyes stared at me with happiness.
I sighed and said “Elijah, I don’t know how to take care of a sick person. When I get sick, my older sisters take care of me.”
“Just you being here is enough,” he said softly as he nuzzled my neck. I could tell that my face was probably still red from embarrassment. “How about family members?” I asked once again. Then he managed to mumble “They didn’t come.” Before I even knew it, he was fast asleep.
I managed to wiggle myself out of his arms and then I walked around his penthouse admiring the fancy decoration but what I also noticed where the lack of pictures. This place might seem nice and elegant, and all but there was nothing homely about it. It was like he didn’t live here. What I did notice was a bright red door at the back of his room. Being curious, I walked towards it with my heart beating fast. I’ve heard stories of wealthy men with red doors in their homes I just didn’t expect Elijah to be one of them but how could I not? He was a pervert after all.
I swallowed the big lump in my throat as I opened the door expecting to see whips, chains, and possibly other things that I couldn’t quite understand. What was in front of me was something I didn’t expect. It was an art studio with sketches of different people taped on the wall. Some of them were drawings of naked women. Did he draw them?
My hands touched every single drawing to make sure that those were indeed sketches rather than a printout. What caught my attention was a sketch that was laid on a desk almost like it was his latest drawing because what caught my attention was the person on the paper was none other than me.