Robin's POV

   There's a knock at my door.  I look through the peephole, but don't open it.  She knocks again, but nothing happens.  "Come on, a rúnsearc.  Please let me in."  She says as she knocks again.

I sigh and roll my eyes.  I get the door, but I don't let her in.  "What do you want?"  I question with an attitude.  "It's been a few days, and you haven't talked to me at all.  Are you mad at me?"

"Aren't you the one who didn't want us to talk?  Careful what you wish for, you get it."  "But I also said that we can talk outside of work.  You've been ignoring my texts, and my calls.  I know you've seen them."

"You know what, Orla......  Yes.  Of course I'm upset.  My friend told me that we can't be around each other at work anymore.  Why wouldn't I be upset?"

"But-"  "No, Orla."  "I-"  "Shut up, Orla."  "But I-"  "Fuck off, Orla!  I don't wanna hear it!"

She looks defeated, her bottom lip trembling.  A single tear slides down her face.  She turns away and walks off.

I slam the door shut and sigh.  I plop back down on the couch, angrily watching TV.  I didn't mean to make Orla cry, and I didn't want that, but she wouldn't leave me alone.  I'm mad at her right now, I don't wanna be bothered, and she just couldn't understand that.

It pisses me off that she's putting our friendship on the back burner, especially because of Alya.  She's just giving Alya what she wants.  Why can't she see that?  I know people like her.  The more you give them what they want, the more they think they can fuck with you, the more they will.

Orla's POV

That's the first time she's ever talked to me like that.  In our whole three years of friendship, she's never cussed at me.  It really hurts.  Even saying "shut up" is hurtful because she's never done that.

Alya's POV

Lola is here with me at my penthouse.  We're sitting in the living room.  We've just finished our fuck sesh, both of us sipping on glasses of wine.

"She really grinds my gears, Lola.  She really does."  I say.  "Why don't you fire her, then?"  "Mainly, she intrigues me.  Secondly, I wanna play with her some more.  I want to toy with her.  It would make me sad if she left.  Who would entertain me then?"

"Do you want to fuck her?  I could bring her to your office."  "I've tried, but she won't let me.  She's impenetrable."  "Then maybe you should move on-"  "No.  I won't,"  I sharply say, looking into her eyes.  "I don't want to."

"Then I don't know what to tell you, Alya.  She doesn't want you, but you keep chasing after her, and it seems like you don't even like each other.  It's confusing to me, this cat and mouse game you play, when you're like oil and water."

I take a sip of my wine.  "She's something I can't have, and I like and hate it at the same time.  She's not easy.  She doesn't give in.  She doesn't do want I want.  It all makes me want her more.  Even I don't understand it, so just go with it."

"Alright."  She straddles me, and we go for round two.