CONGRATULATIONS

It is such an inexplicable joy to see things working so smoothly. I didn't know working for Damian in this motel would be this smooth, fun, and fulfilling as it is now. My team is doing pretty incredible, according to the report I am reading, and I can't explain the glee. I must concede that I was skeptical at the beginning, but now I am super-impressed by my achievements and my team. And I am grateful to Damian for putting his trust in me. This is joy. This is life.


My phone buzzes, and I grab it, as usual, sparkling with enthusiasm after seeing the name on the screen.

I swipe the receiver button, the smile spreading vastly on my lips. "Hello, handsome!" I greet her, heaving my head up from the computer.

"Hi, love!" Damian's cool voice comes from the other end. "Are you busy?" He adds.


"Not quite. Why? What's up? Do you need me to do something, boss?" I implore.

He chuckles. I can hear him. He always does that whenever I tease him with this boss title. And I love doing it. "Relax, will you? I just wanted to say congratulations. You are doing a commendable job. Keep it up," he mutters.


I had already tapped myself on the shoulder for my achievements, but his words warmed my heart. "Mmh. Thank you! I promise to do even better. I don't want to be a letdown to you, sir."

"I expect just that, and I am not worried because I know you can't be a letdown," he says with so much certainty. The trust that this guy has for me, huh?

"Uuu. You got so much faith in me, huh?" I tease.

"I do. You know that I do. I would bank all my life and everything in my name on you, babe. You know that, don't you?"

I knew it. "I know, and I am honored, honestly. Thank you for trusting me this much, Mr. Almeda," I say, my heart doing a twerk dance inside. Knowing that he trusts me this much makes me push my limits. I never want to break his trust. I never want to perform below his expectations. I never want to let him down, either at work or in our love.

"You are very welcome. We gotta celebrate. And in a special way."

My face turned red at that. He is taking chances, huh? I am not complaining, though. I said that we needed it this time. As much as we can. "How do you suggest we do that, huh, boss?" I'm a blushing, horny babe as I murmur that.

I know how his mind works. I know he is up to something. And my elation as to what that is is accentuating. "Leave it to me, baby. I will think of something. You know I am so good at surprises, right?" He whispers, and I feel my heart thumbing with euphoria at his seductive words.

"I know, and I trust you. I will leave it to you, then," I mumble after moments of recovering from my naughty thinking.

Don't blame me. This is just what this guy has reduced me to—getting excited at anything and everything about him and what he does. Love is driving me insane here, and I don't want to be sane. Sanity is no bliss at all. But this is. Love is.

"Alright, love. Tonight!"

Tonight? Like today? Wait, I thought he was supposed to plan for it. Why does it seem like he already planned it even before calling me? "You mean today?" I implore; my smile is kind of fading.

"You heard me right," He asserts.

It might have faltered my mind just how fast his brain works. Its speed is faster than that of a racing car. My! Actually, his mind is just as savage as his driving.

"Okay, love. Whatever you decide, I will go with the flow," I retort.

"You, baby, are my flow," he says.

I am, huh? So, I can drive him to whatever direction I want? "And how do you like this flow?" I implore.

"I am in love with it. And I love the fact that I can control this flow at times too."

Uuuu! That's heart-stirring.

"I love you, sugar. I love you sooo..."

My door spirals open, and this barfly son of a bitch badges inside. What the fuck? I spring on my feeble legs, my heart skipping several bits.

"Sorry. I couldn't get you on the phone, and he refused to wait outside." The receptionist explains, being as bitchy as always. I can't afford to curse at her repulsing face right now since my gaze is fixed on this dickhead standing tall and bold like the wall of Jericho before me, but her tone of voice is just adequate to depict the sarcasm. "I suppose you know him? Or should I call security to drag him out?" She adds, I bet, with a sarcastic smirk.

She is just as annoying as this stinking dick, you know! I mean, what is so thrilling about this disgusting moron badging into my office that she has to be this sarcastic?

"Don't waste your precious time and energy, miss." I snap my sinister eyes at this son of a bitch as he speaks. His balls suck like... 'The pretty lady knows me pretty well. Just so you know, we were lovers up until a few days ago. Ooh no, wait, until now. Right, baby?"

If there is one nobody on earth that I desire so much to kill, it is this bastard! If I had a gun, I wouldn't think twice about removing his annoying face from my life completely. A bullet through his empty skull would teach him a very valuable lesson if not sent him six feet under where he belongs.

Like, what the hell is with this one, huh? Why is he bent on messing up my so-peaceful life? What else has he brought? Pizza? I don't have a box! Riddles? I don't fucking need them! I don't fucking need to see his ugly, fugly face! I don't…

"Babe?" I hear Damian's voice from the other line. I had forgotten that I didn't end the call. 'What the hell is going on over there?" Damian's voice echoes through the earpiece.