I shift beside Mr. Thorne. It was easier to tease and flirt with him when there was a distance between us. Now his intoxicating scent just reminds me of that night, a night I want to remember and forget too. He is on his phone. He converses in different languages fluently and easily, like they are his native languages. while the only language I am fluent in is nonsense. I smile at the thought, and when I turn, Mr. Thorne is holding the phone away from his ears, pressing on it, and sending daggers at me.
A mimic with the most innocent expression, which irritates him.
“What is so funny?” He questions, unamused.
“You, of course.” I say and start to smile, but i am shut immediately by his commanding eyes.
“That’s all there is to it, Mr. Haji.” He hangs up the phone, giving me a long, hard stare, and I try not to look away. I don’t fall for intimidations.
“What should i do with a hard headed woman like you?”
“Kiss me.” The words slip out and i cover my mouth, surprised that i had such a thought. The only thought i have had to bare is how to punish him and his wife.
I don’t have to tell him twice as he pulls me onto his lap and his hungry mouth descends on me. And when he kisses me, I almost forget about my mission and have to repeat it in my head like a chorus. He is simply a target. That doesn’t work, and all I want to do is worship his mouth on mine because it feels like heaven.
I pull back and take a moment to stare at him, most importantly to ensure that my wits are not on me at the time. Those god-given inferences know how to ruin a good moment, and I’m not going to let them. Mr. Thorne pulls me back as his lips continue to assault mine. I’m thankful that the partition between the driver and passenger compartments is locked. As he pulls my shirt up, exposing my big breasts, which is encased in a bra. He lightly squeezes them, like an adolescent boy seeing boobs for the first time and not knowing what to do with them.
He raises his heavy lidded eyes to me and is about to say something when his other phone rings. He quickly grabs the ringing phone from among the several that are laid out in front of him, and I end up falling beside him in the process. His tone quickly becomes softer. That is not how he addresses his client or even me; it must be reserved for someone special, such as a lover.
“I am sending my assistant, is that okay honey?” He says and i raise my eyebrows at my mention.
He ends the call and knocks on the partition between us and the driver. “Drop my assistant at airport mall and drive me to my meeting.” He orders.
When the driver acknowledges the orders, I turn to Mr. Thorne, puzzled by the change in plan.
“My daughter.” He’s brief, leaving me with more questions.
I cock my brows, “Your daughter….” I trail trying to find correct words for something i have no idea of.
“She is at the mall and you are going to make sure she gets home.” He answers.
“That is not within my work description.”
“Work description?” he scoffs. You have done everything except your job description.” He mocks, and I blink back angry, as if he is the easiest person to work with.
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I walk around the mall until where i was told she would be. I walk inside the supermarket and head to the customer service, and i spot her and she is in a group of teenagers . I have done my research and i was aware of Mr. Thornes daughter, she is thirteen. Though not biologically his.
I speak with the manager. It seems that she and her friends came to the supermarket and destroyed animal-based products in a move to protest them.
“Luna!” The manager calls out her name releasing her as the rest of the group is left to wait for their parents.
“So you are my father’s new assistant?” She asks and I nod, “not what I expected.” Luna says as we exit the supermarket.
I come to a halt and give her a hard stare. She does the same; she is petite, has a tampered haircut that appears too messy, and her only physical resemblance to Cassandra is her cocky attitude.
“What did you expect?” I ask her.
“For someone that my mother seems to like, definitely not you.”
“What is that suppose to mean?”
“Run and don’t look back.” she says and starts to walk leaving me perplexed.
“You are just a kid, what do you know?” I say even though by just looking at her i can tell she know exactly what she is saying.
“My mother doesn’t just like people, not even me, money? yes, but people?” she sighs and shakes her head.
“Is that why you are destroying other peoples property to get her attention?”
She huff, “The less i have her attention, the better.”
Mr. Thorne had already asked his daughters’ driver to pick us at the mall and drive us to his home.
The entire ride Luna is busy on her phone recording herself and no words are exchanged between us.
Money truly does make the world go round; I am in awe when I step out of the car and freeze in front of the opulent house in front of me. Luna follows, and I notice her tense as she sees her mother and instinctively reaches for my hand.
“Are you okay, honey?” Cassandra reaches for her daughter who is frozen and still as her mother hugs her.
“She is.” I answer on behalf of Luna, her reaction towards her mother confuses me.
Cassandra cast me a peculiar look while Luna breaks away from me and heads inside the house leaving me and her mother.
I open my mouth ready to announce my intention to leave but she beats me to it, “Did you move?” she asks.
I shake my head confused, “Why?”
“My assistant informed me that she was told by the neighbors you moved after a break in. Where are you living now?”
I stay silence thinking why she is concerned about my living conditions.
“You can live here until your job is concluded and it may make it even easier and quicker.” She says. “What do you think?” She passes the decision to me
Chapter 21 is now available at inkitt and you can check my new story Perversion that is exclusively at Inkitt.
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