Winnie

Glad that yesterday was over, I woke up with yet another heavy weight on my chest. It dragged me deeper into my bed, preventing me from starting my day. It was going to be a long day, I could feel it.

My sister haven't spoken to me, I haven't even seen her since after our long ride home after the Sunday service. I knew she already had a talk with father, and for some reasons I didn't want any of the details.

A few minutes passed with my eyes closed, my heart felt lighter and I could feel my legs stand. I strode to the bathroom for a long cold shower. I'd feel better after that.

After 10 minutes in a cold bubble water, I cleaned my self clean and came out to prepare for my day. A cold wind rushed into my room and goose pimples Paid a short visit on my skin. I quickly ran over to the my open balcony doors and shut it with force.

It was a cold morning, unusual because we were in the dry seasons. I wonder what trick the weather was playing on us, this morning. I hissed loudly and went on to put on my clothes.

A black penciled skirt with a slit at the front, a sleeveless pale pink  top properly tucked into my skirt. Coupled with my black heels and a heavy handbag filled with untouched files. My hair in a neat bun to avoid distractions,  sparkling diamond earrings, my wrist watch and an old bangle which belonged to my mum. With all these I was ready for my Monday.

As I arrived my work place, everyone was in their positions, or so I chose to think. My eyes were looking straight ahead as I walked down the hallways, I was too weak to spot out stupid mistakes and shout my voice out even before I got to my office. They greeted and I chose to ignore, soon I was in the elevator, on my way to my office.

I opened the door to my general office, or let me call it Jack's office because I have no strength to fight within myself about who has the office or not. And to my least surprise, Jack was not on seat. I heaved a sigh and closed the door behind me. The image of me shouting at him for being late today was enough to make me even more tired than I already was.

I went over to his table and it was as clear as crystal. Though Jack had so many things I hated about him, but his neatness was too hard not to notice. At least I could look at that part of him and spare myself an episode of fights today.

As I slowly walked to the front of my main office, I leaned in, and heard the sound from my standing fan. I don't remember putting on the fan on Friday, so why was it on this morning. I slowly opened the door and the sight of this man, was something I needed to erase from my memory forever, or so I wished. I tried blinking away the sight, but each time  my eyes preyed open almost immediately.

Jack was seated, shirt opened, abs out, head laid back and his legs on my table, enjoying the breeze from my standing fan which was at high speed.

He was still oblivious of my presence, what a salt to my injury this morning. I entered into my office and shut the door loudly. He was still calm acting like his boss didn't just step in on him, on her desk. 'Does he even see me as his boss?' I was slowly loosing my control and it was getting to me.

"Didn't you hear me come in? " I inquired. Something inside me knew that came out too weak than I planned. He slowly put down his feet from my table and turned to face me, still on my seat, almost shirtless.

His perfectly fair skin shone like a star, maybe too bright cause of the sun rays coming from my window. To add to the view, the fan even made him look more like a super naked hero sitting on his boss's seat.

And there I was, my hands going numb from the weight of my bag, staring at my personal assistant glorious skin, well toned abs, oozing of confidence and masculinity , his scent filling up my lungs, serving as my oxygen. I was still looking instead of firing him at the moment.

"Get out" I finally got a hold of myself and turned my eyes downwards. I hated myself the more for turning my eye away. I felt defeated.

"Winnie" he called my name, the way he does. It felt special cause he didn't say it often. I shouldn't be thinking of this right now.

"Just get out, please." if only the floor could open and swallow this weak part of me, I would be very grateful.

I didn't look at him again, but he was silent, I bet he was buttoning up his shirt and getting ready to leave my office and maybe my life.

As my sinful self was imagining him buttoning up, I didn't sense that he was just in front of me.

"I really not strong this morning Jack. I don't have strength to fight or shout at you. So can you please not try this again and just leave" I can't believe that I was begging my employee to leave my office. I knew I woke up weak, but this was the height. I needed to see a therapist soon, or just sort things out with my sister.

"Heii" he stood there, I saw his hands moving towards mine. Why couldn't I stop him. His warm hands graced my cold ones and all I  could feel was warmth. It was gentle and I felt, calm.

"I heard about the fight with your sister. I'm sorry. I know I just made your day worse, because  of what I just did. I just thought, you would see me and your spark would return" I felt sincerity in his voice, but I refuse to fall for it.

"How, how did you know? And how would seeing you naked in my office bring back my spark, as you called it" my eyes looked up to him and he was just a feet away from him, something inside me wanted him closer, but I silenced it. I wriggled my hands from his, and walked to my defiled seat.

"Well, I was planning that you'd see me and shout so loud, then that spark which is now absent will return" He smiled, and followed my steps.

"So my spark, is my ability to shout at you?" I shouldn't be flowing with this conversation.

"Well, something like that" he followed me, crossing my table, now in front of me, as I just sat on my seat.

"Interesting" I said. I didn't know how to feel about that statement though. So I just chose to wave it aside. Everyone was entitled to their opinion about me, I don't care. It still nice of him to try and reignite the so called spark. I was ready to work, so I hope the conversation would end soon.

I placed my bag on my table, removing the files I had packed up on Friday. Jack made a squat in front of me, I looked at him with curiosity. 'What in devil's name is wrong with this man'

Before I could say a word, he made my seat face him, my legs almost touching his still bare chest. He held my thighs without looking at them, his eyes locked in mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You know , you can talk to her" he said again, his voice calm and reassuring.

"talk to who?" his breadth was tingling the tiny hairs on my knees, I wasn't thinking straight. I haven't had a man so close to me in a long while.

"Your sister. Seems the fight with her is really getting to you. I'm surprised though." he let out a soft laugh.

"she's my sister, why is it a surprise?
" I couldn't help but laugh a little to my assistant whose lips was just inches away from my skin.

"well, I am. Makes me want to see in a whole different light. You're not as bad as I thought" he said. Then he kissed my knees and rose, leaving my knees trembling, my lips sealed tight, my heart gasping, yearning for more.

A/N: LET ME WRITE AS IT COMES.
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