Chapter 4 Oddly aroused

Emily's POV

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted, a cheerful lilt to my voice as I entered the office.

My three office mates were already at work and it seemed they'd been having a conversation prior to my arrival.

"Good morning, Emily," They greeted in unison, as they gazed at me with pity, which made me inhale sharply.

Three days had passed since Abigail got married to Joe, and apparently, everyone at Coleman now knew that I got played by my ex and ex best friend.

And for that reason, my coworkers had been giving me sympathetic stares, and often spoke in muffled tones around me, and I hated that so much because it made me feel small and pathetic.

I didn't want anyone to pity me but no one seemed to understand that.

"You know, you don't have to come to work, right?" Kushi began. "We can help you with your work until you're emotionally fit to resume."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I exhaled heavily before opening my eyes again.

"I really appreciate that you three are looking out for me, but I'm fine," I said. "I don't need anyone babying me or treating me like I'm suicidal or something. As a matter of fact, can we stop focusing on my personal life?"

The three of them exchanged puzzled glances among themselves before averting their gazes to me and nodding, which made me sigh in relief.

"We were only looking out for you," Kushi said.

"While I appreciate the gesture, it's really suffocating and frustrating, you know," I said. "I can't go anywhere in this building without having people treat me like some damsel in distress, which I'm clearly not."

"Yes, we know that. But don't hesitate to reach out if you need someone to vent to, alright?" Sarah uttered.

Nodding, I replied, "I won't, thank you. You guys are the best."

"We know that," Nathan replied with a cocky smile, to which I scoffed before going to my corner.

I had never flared up at them before, but I just couldn't stand being treated like glass anymore.

Sure, I'd been betrayed by two of the people who were once dear to me and all, but I just wanted to move on and their sympathy wasn't helping matters at all.

In all honesty, I wasn't even heartbroken anymore.

That feeling had now been replaced with vitriolic fury and hatred toward Abigail and Joe.

I didn't want to even hear their names or anything that would make me think of them.

Hell, I had blocked both their numbers, and had also unfollowed and blocked Abigail on every single social media platform.

For all I cared, they were both as good as dead to me now.

I was switching on my computer when my phone vibrated with a text message, which I knew was from Janice even before I checked it.

"Hi, babes. I hope you have a great day at work today. Don't forget to call or text me if things get too hard. Love you always."

While I could easily get my office mates off my back, the same thing couldn't be said for Janine.

Every single attempt of mine to get her to stop babying me had proven futile, so now, I had no option but to let her coddle me as much as she wanted.

But at least, having one overprotective person in my life was way better than having several.

"Thanks, babes. And I won't forget to call if I need to. Love you too." I replied, before placing my phone on my desk, so I could work.

"Emily," Kushi called, as I made some final edits to the excel sheet I'd created.

"Yes?" I responded, steering my attention to her.

I was surprised to see her standing at the door with Nathan and Sarah.

"Wait, is it time for lunch already?" I asked, looking at the clock on my desk.

The time was currently fifteen minutes past one.

I couldn't believe that I'd been so absorbed in my work, that I didn't realize how fast time had flown by.

"Yes, ma'am," Nathan replied. "Would you like to get anything from the canteen?"

Digging into my bag for money, I nodded, "Yes, I want curry rice with chicken and a bottle of water."

"Okay," Kushi replied.

"Don't bother with the money, Emily. Just take it as a kind gesture from us," Sarah said, as I stood up to give them money.

"Really?" I asked, overwhelmed with appreciation.

"Yes, it's nothing much, but we still want to help you, babe," Kushi replied. "We have to go now, lunch break is ending in like twenty minutes."

And with that, they left while I stood in the middle of the office, with a smile creasing my lips.

My colleagues were true gems.

Just before I could head back to my corner, a knock came on the door.

"Come in," I said, and the door creaked open, to reveal Donovan in his majestic glory.

His right hand was pocketed while he held a piece of paperwork with the other.

Right, he'd also been at Abigail and Joe's wedding, and I still had a standing case about the lingerie pictures with him.

Although I didn't want to, I couldn't help but wonder how he knew either of them.

"Good day, sir," I greeted. "Do you need something?"

"Do you need me to fuck the heartbreak out of you before you do your job properly?" Donovan asked, and both my eyes and mouth widened in shock.

What the hell did he just say to me, and why did it make my pussy throb?

"Here," He motioned to the paperwork in his hold, one that I sent to him yesterday. "April comes after what month, Emily?"

"March," I muttered, looking at the error I'd made.

In the paperwork, April had come after May.

To be honest, I had no idea how I'd failed to see my mistake before sending it to him.

"I'm sorry, sir," I replied. "But that shouldn't give you the permission to utter such nasty words to me."

Chuckling, Donovan advanced toward me, and I moved backward, my eyes fixated on his, until my back met with my desk.

"Are we forgetting who sent a nearly naked picture of herself to me?" He asked, and instead of being scared, my heart fluttered with lust as I gazed at his grey eyes.

God, Donovan was the embodiment of perfection, and us being in such close proximity, was making me lose every iota of my logic.

I badly wanted him to close the mere inches between us with a kiss.

What was wrong with me? Was I ovulating or what?

How could my initial fear turn into ferocious arousal at his lewd utterance?

Wasn't I supposed to get offended by it?

"I-It was a mistake," I stuttered out. "You know that."

Damn, his hands weren't even on me, and I had already lost my sense of reasoning.

His heavenly scent of spicy cedarwood tinged with bourbon and mint, also did little to alleviate the erotic hunger simmering within me.

I couldn't help but inhale lungfuls of his cologne, as if my life depended on it.

"Do I?" He teased, a smug smile curving his lips.

"Y-Yes," I nodded, my gaze fixated on his inviting pink lips.

Hell, I could already imagine how wonderful it'd feel to have them on my two sets of lips.

"I saw you at my brother's wedding and couldn't stop thinking about how hot your anger was," Donovan continued, taking me aback.

Donovan was Joe's brother?

So, Joe had a brother all this while and he never mentioned him to me.

However, my horniness overpowered my shock, as I wanted nothing more but Donovan's hands on my body.

I wasn't in the right state of mind at that moment, but I couldn't care less.

The fact that he'd found my anger hot turned me on even more.

Donovan was insane but blunt, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

Before I could respond, he stepped back with a smug look.

"Rectify the error and resend the file to me," He said. "Have a nice day, Emily."

Thereafter, he left, and I stood there, mouth parted in astonishment, with my pussy yearning for his touch.