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Ihad fallen asleep with her. This had not been the plan at all. But what was worse was that I had woken up in the middle of the night, realized what I was doing, and yet I didn’t care. I wanted to fuck her, but the satisfaction from coming, and from doing the same to her, just seemed to take all the fire and tension out of me.
It was what I had been searching for over the past two weeks since I had met her and basically lost control of myself. And now that I had her, the sleep was just as peaceful and restful as I had wanted it to be. Even though we both became restless in the middle of the night and woke up, neither of us let the other go. Instead, I adjusted my position, and when we woke up the next morning, she was still snuggled into my frame.
The sun's rays from the window hit us in almost all corners. They were huge, and even at dawn, they began to bother me. Still, neither of us moved. At least I didn't, as I took in the curves of her naked form pressed against mine. She was as divine as she always appeared in the office— the sheen of her skin and the dips in her curves were mesmerizing. I hadn't had a morning this special in a very long time, so the last thing I wanted to do was leave. Unfortunately, I soon noticed that she was awake and trying to see if I was as well. Not wanting to converse, but preferring to pretend I was still asleep, I kept my eyes closed. I listened to her turn to look at me and then carefully slip out of my arms.
I listened to her movements, wondering what she was doing and if at the end of the day, she was indeed going to leave without saying a word to me. I understood this; after all, we hadn't planned on falling asleep so intimately with each other, so it was likely messing with her brain.
I understood it still when she found her clothes and all but sneaked away in a hurry. I couldn't help but be surprised. She hadn't even tried to take advantage of the situation. We hadn't even fucked. There were so many things we could have done this morning, and it was so early that neither of us needed to be in the office yet.
And that was when I recalled that I had fired her the previous day, or rather, she had quit but wanted this exchange in return. I understood her, however; she still owed me a fuck, and I needed to take that back from her. Being as intimate as I had been with her last night was just as good, if not better than I had anticipated. Now, I want more. I had suspected myself of going this route, and I had been prepared to counter it with my self-will. So, this plan, I decided to follow.
It was too bad we didn’t go all the way and only had a bit of fun. Perhaps it hadn't evened out, and there was more for when she came to the office.
This got me to get up then. I was starving, which was rare in the mornings, but given that I had barely had dinner last night and then expended what was left of my energy with her, I understood. About an hour later, I was dressed and ready to head to the office. It was still early, but then I knew she always came earlier than everyone else to catch up, so even though I didn't want to admit it to myself, I couldn’t help but hope that she would do the same today so that perhaps we could have a little privacy in speaking to each other. I didn’t know what I was going to say to her, even if the opportunity presented itself.
At this point, the best thing to do was to let things play out and ensure to reserve my dignity along the way.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hannah
Iwas fucked. Or maybe I wasn't?
It had taken forever to get home, and now here I was scrambling because I was definitely going to be late for work. I had ensured to come in early because I wanted to catch up on learning and just generally be ahead, but here I was tying my hair into the messiest of buns and trying to find the second one of my heels.
Grabbing my purse, I sprinted out and decided that I had to take a taxi or else I wasn't going to make it. It was just as I arrived at the curb, however, that all of the details of last night came to me, specifically why I even had gone to his apartment in the first place. And it was then I recalled that I had gone there to more or less hand in my resignation and that was why what had even happened between us afterward had happened at all. And so, technically, I didn't have a job anymore.
At first, and before we went to the restaurant, he had only mentioned transferring me, but I had gone over and resigned altogether, so what the fuck was I hurrying for? Sure, I had to communicate this to Human Resources, but then I could do this over the phone, right? Also, going in would seem like I was taking advantage of him and not keeping my word, which was to disappear out of his sight as quickly as possible.
Just then, a cab pulled up, and sighing, I looked at the door and wondered where to go. Eventually, I got in and immediately pulled out my phone to call Mandy.
"Hey, how's it going?" She greeted the sound of a blender going off in the background. And then she stopped it. "I've been trying to reach you for updates about that hideous boss of yours. What's happening?"
I sighed then and shut my eyes.
"Are you going to your studio?" I asked.
"No, it's work from home day. Well, not technically, but I feel really sick, so I'm taking time off today to relax. I think it's all the fast food I've been eating, though. I think I messed up my system, so I'm going to try to meal prep and all of that."
I listened to her ramble on and quite enjoyed it, as it gave me a break from my own tumultuous life. However, she soon noticed that she was the only one talking and stopped herself.
"Wait, you're the one who called," she said. "You almost never call first. Is everything alright?"
Smiling, I nodded and leaned into the seat as I gazed outside at the already bustling city I loved so much.
"Everything's fine," I said, and then I wondered why I was lying. "Actually, no, nothing is fine," I corrected myself. "I called to ask if I could come over to the studio for a little bit to talk."
"To talk?" She was immediately concerned, and I could hear it in her tone. "Of course," she replied. "Come to my apartment; I'll have breakfast for you. But if you're not going to work this early, then that can't be good, right? Anything you want to talk about over the phone before you get here?"
"No," I replied. "I'll be there soon."
"Alright," she said, and the call came to an end. When I arrived at her apartment, it only took a few seconds after reaching the door for her to hurry over to it and open it for me.
"Come in," she greeted happily but had a towel wrapped around her. "I just got out of the shower, but the food's on the table." She bounded off before I could say a word, and I was left standing confused in the middle of her apartment.
I was incredibly nervous as I looked around, even though the whole place was much bigger than mine and in order. And that was because it was past the time for work to resume, and yet I was here. If I wasn't, for some reason, bored, I was going to be now, but I just couldn't get myself to go over to the firm. Sighing, I tossed my purse aside and headed over to the counter to see the waffles and sausages she had plated for me.
Famished, I dragged over one of her island stools and sat down to eat. A few minutes later, she returned with her half-dried hair.
