One night stand with my boss

Ella

"Here you go, Mr Jones" I say as I placed his cup on his desk.

This is my first year at Alexandra Corp. My boss, Kenny, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a growing bald patch, exudes an attitude that could easily dampen even the happiest of people's days. Managing it has become second nature to me at this point.

When I initially joined, he instructed me to wear makeup and stop looking terrible all the time. I wore pumps to the office because they were comfortable, but I was told I had to wear heels or risk getting fired. Now I'm stuck wearing them all day, even though my feet hurt. I'll do anything to keep this job.

The only issue I have with him is when he assigns me tasks like going to the store for his household items or walking his dog. I am not your partner, spouse, or servant. Do it yourself, damn it.

As I head towards my desk, I'm suddenly interrupted by a furious roar emanating from Kenny's office. I remain frozen in my seat until I heard "Miss Morrison, come in immediately."

As I get up from where I'm sitting, all I can think is, what have I done?

I have never heard Kenny swear until right this second, swearing up a storm as I walk inside his office.

His face is beetroot red when I look at him. If it were possible, steam would be pouring out of his ears.

"Is everything OK, boss? My nerves are causing me to fidget with the hem of my top.

"Care to explain this, miss Morrison? " He asks while turning his laptop, so I can see the screen.

To my surprise, I see a list of messages between me and my best friend Jessica on the screen, but I rarely message anyone on my phone, especially not her, since we see each other every day.

"Mr Jones, I'm sorry, but I do not know what that is". I gestured toward the screen.

"Cut the bullshit Ella. It's right here in front of my eyes."

His angry expression is so intense that it makes me want to flee the room. I struggle around men, especially when they are angry.

Mr. Jones, I want to assure you that I did not send those messages. That's not at all what I would say. I'm not that kind of person, especially since you're my boss, they're fake.

"Why would someone send me this if it was fake?"

He doubts my words, but I sense his uncertainty.

"I can't answer that because I do not know" I would never do such a thing.

"You have a minute to tell me the truth. If you don't, I will fire you."

This man is incredibly infuriating. Why doesn't he trust what I'm saying? Since I started working here, I have always been honest. I believe telling the truth is the only way. If you lie, then you have to keep lying for that and it's a vicious circle your stuck inside.

"Mr Jones, if you're going to fire me, then go ahead because I will not lie about something I have not done."

It's hard to believe, but his face turns an even deeper shade of red than before.

"Fine, you're fired. I will give you a shitty reference and that no one will hire you in this city. You are unprofessional and don't do your work when told to leave before I call security."

Without another word, I leave his office, walk to my desk, grabbing everything I own head straight to the lift. At least I don't have to run around for him after. Work good riddance. Fuck you Mr Jones.

As soon as I step out, it's raining heavily, and I'm grateful that I own a car and don't have to walk to the train station.

Once I unlock the door and take a seat, the weight of the situation hits me, and tears begin to stream down my face. I then reach into my pocket to retrieve my phone.

Dialling Jessica's number.

Jessica Allens is the friend everyone wants and needs in their life. Ange and Michael, who are her parents, were lifelong friends with my parents, Nicole and Martin. Jess and I were born, and we've been inseparable ever since.

Jessica provided unwavering support when my parents passed away 6 years ago, staying by my side and ensuring I had everything I required.

I am deeply indebted to her, not only for supporting me through my grief, but also for rescuing me two years ago. If she hadn't found me, I wouldn't be here.

It takes 2 rings for her to answer the phone before she can speak. I beat her to it.

I speak with defeat in my voice "I just got fired."

She screams "what, why, how" through the phone, forcing me to briefly move it away from my ear.

"I don't know. He showed me messages he had received from me to you , I tried to explain to him, they are fake, but he was having none of it. Telling me I have a minute to tell the trust, or I will be fired. I told him to go ahead. I will not lie to keep my job,"

my voice breaks a little now. I don't have any income. I'm fucked. I need to pay rent and if I don't, then I'm homeless too.

Letting out a sigh, she says "so what are you going to do, sweets?"

"That's the thing I don't know. I need to find a job asap though, because he has threatened to have me blocked here. I won't get a job at all if he does that."

"OK, how about I come to yours? Let's say in an hour and I will help you look for a job. We will spend some time on it."

"I won't make you do that. You have work to do if I take you away from. That you could lose business."

"Don't be stupid, Ella. I own the company. I have the best of the best here they can manage."

Biting my lip, I take a couple of seconds to answer having a war with myself, not wanting to mess things up for my best friend

"OK, I will see you at my place then. " I know she's right for her employers. She wouldn't hire them otherwise.

"Go home. I will meet you there soon. Drive slowly. Don't lose your cool and wait for me. I won't be long. I have to go, so I can finish this off and leave. I love you. El stay safe,"

"Love you Jess. Bye,"

I must get home. It is important for me to be vigilant before he executes his scheme to render me jobless. Having a head start could be beneficial for me.

Ella.

''Come on, you stupid machine'', I say to the coffee machine as I heard the front door open.

I've been standing there for 20 minutes, repeatedly hitting the top of my coffee machine, attempting to make it function. After inserting the pod, I press the button. It is dead. I've scrutinised everything, but nothing is functioning. I am giving up for today.

"All I want is a coffee'', I shout, getting frustrated.

''Wow. Wow. What is going on here, then?''

''Ask this stupid thing'', smacking it again.

''OK, women calm down and move out of the way''.

, she goes to the machine, looking at the back of it.

''Erm el, is there any chance that you haven't plugged it in?''

''It's plugged in. Jess, I never unplug it''.

''Well, it's not'' Picking up the plug from the side, she carefully inserted it into the outlet.

''You silly bitch, it was the toaster that was plugged in''. She laughs so hard that her belly aches and she doubles over in pain.

As I see her laugh, I can't help but join in, laughing and pointing at her with tears streaming down my face.

''It is your fault you made me laugh, and now I'm having a mental break-down'' I'm laughing so hard I nearly peed myself.

''Hey, don't blame me, blame your ex-jackass of a boss. He fired you, not me''.

''Shut up and stop laughing, will you''

Her laughter intensifies upon seeing my expression.

''OK, ok'', I say, after a minute.

We both take deep breaths, but you know when you laugh at something, then you still have it in your mind when you try to calm down, and you burst out laughing again, yeah well, that keeps happening after a minute of us being calm, I say.

"How about going to the legacy tonight? I really need a night out. I haven't had one in a long time and I think that tonight calls for it''.

''Yeah, sure, why not? Maybe we will meet the man of our dreams''.

''Yeah! That's a no from me. I don't want a relationship. You know what happened last time I was nearly dead? If you hadn't found me, I wouldn't be here right now''.

Jess looks at me with pained eyes. Fuck, I shouldn't have said that she had a bad time finding me like that.

Let me explain, so when I was 24, I had a relationship with a coworker at an IT department I worked at in Chicago. It was perfect for a couple of months, but then I noticed the little things he would do. I would put a cup in the sink and forget to wash it. He would blow up on me if the dinner wasn't done by a set time. He would lose it and one night he beat me so badly I was in hospital for 3 weeks with a fractured skull and 4 broken ribs. I couldn't eat normally because my face was extremely swollen, so I had to rely on a feeding tube. It was not fun for me. I've got scars on my body, some on my face, and I do my best to cover them up, but foundation can only do so much.

"sorry, Jess. I shouldn't have reminded you. Come on. Let's get ready, OK''.

I grab her hand and lead her to my room.

''So, what do you want to wear?''

''A dress'', rolling my eyes. I should have known.

Jess picks a black mini dress that just about covers her ass. If she was to bend over, you would see everything.

''Make sure you wear underwear'', I say, laughing.

''What do you take me for, a slut?''

''No, don't be silly. You're a tramp. There is a difference''.

''You bitch, she, throw's a pillow at me''.

Before she can throw another, I get up and put the music on.

''Enough women, get ready''.

She does as she is told, taking her clothes off and getting into the dress.

I go and make my own choice. I chose a knee-length dress in a soft baby blue shade and paired it with matching heels.

We dance, sing, drink and get ready. Within 2 hours, we are ready, jumping straight into the cab waiting outside for us.

"Can you please turn this up?" Jess asks the taxi driver when her favorite song plays.

He does as she asks, and we sing along happily buzzed already. I haven't had alcohol in a couple of months, so I will probably be drunk by 10pm.

Stepping into the club. The place was filled with a crowd of people. The bar seats are all full, so we just stand.

It's 15 minutes before a bartender is free, so when I see her I put my hand up.

''What can I get you, honey''

''Hey, can I get 6 shots of tequila and 2 vodka cokes please?''.

''Coming right up''.

within five minutes we have ours drinks.

''To a good night'', I hold my shot glass up

''To a good night'', Jess responds by doing the same.

I knocked it back, and I only got a minor burn in my throat, so I did the other 2 right after. It must be some weak shit because I have never had tequila that does not burn your throat.

Sipping my vodka and coke, I look around the club. There are men and women grinding on each other on the dance floor. Some are in the room's corner making out looking like they would like to strip each other off and do it right here., I look to my left and there is a couple sitting in a booth. The man has his hand up the women's skirt. I look away. My cheeks are turning red.

I notice two men in suits walking in from the corner of my eye. The one on the left catches my attention. He is attractive, with black curly hair neatly styled on top of his head. His suit fits his slim yet muscular body perfectly. As I gaze at his face, I see the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile. It's as if he's searching for something, and he finds it. I follow his gaze and realize he's looking directly at Jess

I look at the second man and my breath catches. He's incredibly attractive, exuding confidence and power. His brown hair, green eyes, and perfectly sculpted muscles make him irresistible. His suit fits him flawlessly, accentuating his physique. The white dress shirt clings to his stomach, highlighting his chiselled abs. Standing at 6ft 2, I can't help but be captivated by him. He's undeniably sexy, and I can't help but fantasise about being with him intimately. I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away.

''Someone is having fun.'' I hear from the side of me.

jumping I say ''What I wasn't doing anything''.

''no you was just eye fucking that guy over there''.

My cheeks go pink. ''He's hot. I wouldn't mind a piece of him. Besides, I have been all kinds of horny lately''.

''OK, too much information. I haven't seen this side of you in 2 years. Are you feeling OK?''

''Perfect'', I say, smiling. ''Maybe I'm getting fixed'', or maybe it's just that sexy man over there who knows, but I keep that part to myself.

''Why don't you go say" hi"?

''Why don't you say hi to his friend? He was staring at you. He wants you. I saw the smile on his lips''.

''No, you didn't shut up''. She blushes, Jess doesn't blush. There is only one time I saw it and that was with her high school crush and I have never seen it again until now.

''Speak to him. Maybe he's the love of your life'', I say, holding my hands to my heart.

''Shut up'', she says, smacking my arm.

''OK, I will go over, but you have to come with me''.

''Fine by me'', we walked over to the two men. All I can hope is that the one I like is not a jackass.

Ella.

"Hello boys, Jess said as we approached the men's table, a smile growing on her lips.

"Hey beautiful, why don't you join us and have a seat? We were just about to order drinks," says the man with curly black hair.

Not one to argue. We do as he says, sparking up a conversation quickly.

"So, what are you girls doing here?"

"I lost my job today, so I thought it would be a clever idea to let my hair down a little. I am Ella-mare by the way," extending my hand for him to shake. He obliged, giving me a firm one back.

Elijah St John, it's a pleasure to meet the both of you.

"I am Jess, by the way. Why are you two here?"

"Ahh, the boss lost an investment and was late for the meeting the usual. He is not in the best of moods, as you can see."

Elijah holds his hand up in defense when the man next to him gives him a death stare.

"It is true, bro. I will not lie to the lovely ladies they asked me."

Without uttering a single word, the man averts his gaze and never looks back at us.

We get our drinks and have an amazing time talking to Elijah. Jess is enjoying herself more than me. I see a big smile on her face, and I am simply happy that she is.

But after a few more minutes pass, I cannot help but notice that the man Elijah is with is not doing anything. Just sitting there looking at and nothing an overwhelming feeling of needing to check he is ok coming over me.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but are you OK, sir?"

He glanced at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. The moment I see it, it's already gone, yet he doesn't utter a word. He simply nods and then looks away from me once more.

OK then, never mind, that was a complete and utter fail before I get the chance to do anything else. The song we both love is playing. We both leap up and grab each other's hands.

Speaking to Elijah, "sorry but this is our song. See you,"

Once we step onto the dance floor, we groove to the rhythm, dropping low and swaying our hips seductively, completely oblivious to our surroundings. We dance the night away,

completely immersed in the moment. I can't even recall the last time we had a night out; we've been so occupied lately.

I am happy I suggested tonight. I needed this. Elijah joins us after a while.

"Mind if I cut."

With a broad smile on my face, I hand Jess to him and step back to give them space to dance. She continues to move her hips without stopping, while he positions himself behind her and places his hands on her hips, perfectly in sync with her movements. She wraps her arm around his neck, and he leans in to kiss the sensitive skin on her neck.

As soon as I divert my gaze, someone grabs me from behind. I become overwhelmed with panic when I sense someone forcefully bumping into me from behind. I feel uncertain about how to handle the situation when he speaks directly into my ear. "Come on baby, let's have some fun."

Without warning, he attempts to pull me away, causing my breathing to quicken and tears to well up in my eyes. Desperately, I search for Jess, hoping for help. I can't get her attention. She's busy, so I do the only thing I can think of. I scream. It probably won't do much, but I have to try. I won't let this man take me.

After a couple of seconds of praying that someone will help, I hear the prayers being answered.

"What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?"

As I raise my eyes to the source, I notice Elijah's friend making his way towards me. The individual who had been holding me captive remains still, but refuses to let go until he reaches me. Once he does, the man tosses me in his direction, causing me to crumble into his arms, seeking comfort in his warm embrace.

I am crying, with tears flowing down my cheeks and sobs escaping from my mouth.

"Hey, it is OK. Look at. Me take deep breaths. I have you,"

I am instantly calmed by his comforting words and the warmth of his green eyes, assuring me that his words were true. Instead of acting on his rage, he guides me towards Jess and Elijah, who are still dancing.

"Come on, we are going back to my place. We can finish the drinks off there."

"What why" Jess pouts out, the replaced with shock on her face from seeing me all red faced and drying tears on my cheeks.

"You would know if you were paying attention to the friend you are supposed to be with she nearly got hurt how you did not hear her scream. I do not know because I did, even over this damn music."

It makes me mad when he talks to Jess in that way.

"Hey, don't fucking talk to her like that."

I'm not sure where the carriage came from, but I happily accepted it.

His gaze shifts between Jess and me, and when he catches sight of my face, he becomes more gentle.

"I am sorry, just you girls need to be careful there is a lot of crazy people out here. Come on,"

"Fine, but you better have music."

"Don't worry, I do."

As we step out, I notice a limousine parked by the sidewalk. Turing my head to the man, I ask.

"You have a limousine as your car isn't that a bit much."

He simply grins and says, "It's not mine." I hire the driver, and he takes me anywhere I want to go, it is very fitting."

I whisper "weirdo" as I climb into the car, only to receive a slap on the ass from him.

"Excuse me, have some respect. I do not know you."

"Sorry ma'am, I will behave,"

Shaking my head, I sit inside when the car finally stops. We all climb out only for me to freeze. It's pitch black. I cannot see very well as it is and the no lights do not help. My breathing comes out fast again.

Panicked, I call out Jessica's name. "It's OK El. I'm here."

I jump out of my skin when someone grabs my hand. "It's just me, Ella, it's OK". I must squeeze his hand hard.

"Gosh damn women, are you trying to break my fingers",, letting up a little on my hold, we climbed into the lift relief, washing over me when there is light inside.

As I speak, I put my head down, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you by squeezing your hand too hard. I did not mean to."

He firmly grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "There is no need for that," he says, causing my cheeks to redden and my face to heat.

Once we're indoors, Elijah kindly offers us both a drink.

After a couple of minutes, Jessica's eyes lit up with excitement as she suggested, "Let's play truth or dare!"

I agree in an instant along with Elijah, but the man he is with remains silent, only shaking his head at us, perhaps considering us as mere children.

Jessica pays no mind to him as she snatches the bottle and gives it a spin, only for it to end up pointing at me.

Grate, why is it always me? Why can't it be someone else for a change?

"Truth or dare sweets,"

"Truth," not wanting a dare.

"You're so bloody boring."

"Just ask already."

"Is it true you have not had sex in 2 years?"

Both men looked at me, waiting for my answer.

Jessica, of all the questions she could have asked me, she picked one she already knows the answer to.

"Yes, it is true."

Both men gazed at me with their mouths hanging open.

"What? Not everyone is a whore. I like to keep my dignity intact, thank you."

Taking the bottle, I spin it, landing on Elijah. "What is it, big guy, truth or dare?"

"Dare," a wicked grin grows across my face. "I dare you to take Jessica's panties,"

Jessica's face turns a bright shade of red. She shouts my name, "Ella."

"What it a dare you have to do it?"

Standing up and shaking her head, she lifts her dress. The man next to Elijah quickly turns away, but Elijah's gaze remains fixed on Jess, waiting. I don't mind, we've seen each other naked many times. She slowly wiggles out of her underwear and dangles them in front of his face. "Here you go, master."

Something comes across Elijah's face, but as soon as it is there, it is gone. Jessica must have also noticed it, as she quickly sits down, ensuring her private area remains hidden.

Saying nothing, he grabs the bottle and spins it, only for it to point to his friend.

"Truth or dare bud,"

"Dare of course."

ka. He's interrupted with the man speaking" Jackson" as quickly as he could. That was weird.

"OK Jackson, I dare you to kiss Ella, not a peck, tongues and everything. "

"Are we still twelve?" he asks, leaning in closer to me. Without hesitation, I close the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. He remains still for a moment, but eventually responds, returning the kiss. I passionately kissed him, feeling a surge of warmth spreading through my body. I grab onto his hair, my hands tightly entwined in the strands. Suddenly, a loud throat-clearing sound interrupts our intense kiss, forcing us to pull apart.

When I look back at Jess, I see her wearing a big smile, causing my cheeks to blush.

After an hour of doing the same thing, I was drunk. Jackson speaks when I stand up.

"Stay with me tonight,"

"What? no I can't stay."

"Why not? Your friend will stay here. Besides, it saves you getting a taxi."

I mean, he is right. "OK, I will stay."

"Come on, let's go to bed. I am sure they are going to end up having sex right here, by the looks of it."

Turning around, I looked behind us. Sure enough, Alijah has Jess on his lap, her grinding a little.

"Let's go. I do not want to see that."

He leads me out of the room and into a bedroom. I stand at the doorway, not moving for a second.

"Come on, I don't bite,"

Laughing, I walked inside sitting on the bed.

"Get into the covers, baby girl. We will do nothing if you do not want to OK get comfortable."

Covering myself with a blanket, all I think is please, please give me pleasure.