Chapter 3 Dangerous Anger

AMELIA'S POV

IT WAS MY FAULT!

I blamed myself for not being able to endure a little pain. But was the pain little? I asked myself. How could he use two fingers at a time, but it was not his fault, he did not know and I honestly did not know what came over me. Was I going to lose my virtinity on an office table? I asked myself.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" He demanded again, and this time, more angry than the first time.

"I.. I.. I thought.. it.. was.. not necessary" I stammered.

"Not necessary? Really Amelia, not necessary?" He asked getting angrier by the moment.

"Ok, am sorry" I apologise still surprised by his anger.

"Sorry does not cut it Amelia." "You did not deemed it fit to tell me that you are a virgin?"

"Well, in my defense, we have not really talked to each other well enough for me to bring that up. And I was not prepared for what happened just now" I said lamely in my defense.

"But I wanted to ask for your permission, you had all the time to say no"

"And who said I wanted to say no, am not a kid and I have the right to choose who to lose my virginity to and where" I said

"And you think I don't have the right to know if I want to disvirgin someone?" He asked still angry, In fact, more angry.

"Well I didn't see you as someone who will care about something like that" I replied still defensive.

"What the hell is your problem?" He asked. His anger was getting more dangerous by the seconds. He walked away from me and faced the wall at the opposite side. I bet he was not a man accustomed to loosing his cool and I could see him try to gain back his self control. It was admirable. I have always loved men that had self control, in fact was a one of the first criteria and characteristics I look for in any man. I knew I was wrong so I decided to genuinely apologize.

"Arthur.."

"Don't you dare" Came the harsh reply. "Don't you dare open your mouth and speak my name ok. You have no right, absolutely no right to call me by my name, because you disgust me" He spat out the words angrily.

His anger and spite hit me hard. I was already close to tears. I wanted to be strong, I did not want to break down in front of him but the pain was unbearable. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed.

He walked to me, took my face in his hands and clean up the tears with a tissue. Then he helped me button up my clothes, rearranged my skirt and lifted me up from the table and held me till I was steady enough to stand on my own without external support.

"Go back to your office and arranged your things, I will take you home" He said

Shocked, I looked up at him "Are you firing me?" I asked scared.

He looked at me with a look of wonder on his face and said "No, I am not."

"But you told me to go arrange my things in my office, that's how people are usually fired in movies" I said knowing I sounded childish.

"No, I am not firing you and this is reality not a movie Amelia, I am simply telling you to go get your bag so I can take you home" He explained.

"Ok" I sighed with relief "But you don't have to worry, I can take the bus" I said trying to dissuade him from his idea of taking me home. On normal circumstances, I would have been flustered that he was taking me home but today, I just wanted to be alone and be anywhere he is not. I needed the space and air to process everything that has happened so far and know my next line of action.

"I did not tell you I was seeking for your permission Amelia. I'm taking you home and you don't have a say in it, now go pick your bag and wait for me to take you home or you take your belongings and get out of this company permanently" He said angrily.

Embarrassed, I simply nodded and went to pick up my bag in my office. Actually, my office was like and extension of his own and the only thing that separated us was the glass door. The annoying part of that door was that he could see me from his own end of the office, while I could not. It was frustrating!

The cold hit my face as soon as we came into the parking lot. Inside the office was cozy and warm that I was not prepared for the cold outside. I was already shivering when I felt him behind me as he drapped his jacket over my shoulders. He walked to the car and opened the door for me to get in, when I entered, he closed the door and went to the other side, entered the car and drove off.

The ride back home was awkward and silent. I did not know if he knew my house so I decided to use it as a means to start up a conversation.

"To get to my house....." "Don't worry, I know where you live" He interrupted.

"How?" I asked shocked

"Did you think my father will employ someone as a PA and not know where she lives?" "It's right there In the form you filled." He explained.

"Oh" Was all I could say and the awkward silence continued.

The car stopped in front of my house in no distant time and I got out. He walked me to the door and looked at me and turned back. Then he stopped, walked towards me and kissed me. And oh yes, foolish me, I responded again! And when I was getting deep into it, he stopped, looked at me and said coldly.

"Return my jacket to me in my office by closing time tomorrow to know your punishment".

And with that, he walked away.