<Your lips are like wine and I want to get drunk>

|Kian|

Monday, June 28, 2021

THE FIRST sight that greeted me once I arrived at work was Ryan helping Jadesola out of his car, his palms wrapped around her waist to steady her.

Excuse me, what the fuck?

A dark glare coated my face, vexation pumping rapidly in my blood. With sharp strides, I stalked to their location.

"What's going on here?" I ground out between clenched teeth, eying the hand Ryan still rested on her waist. If there was a way I could envision a scissors out of thin air I would. Make good use of it to snip off those grubby fingers of his.

The two rascals, partners in 'do anything to upset Kian', turned to me. Jade propped her hands to the side of her hips, a bag hanging down one elbow. She cocked a perfectly trimmed eyebrow, scowling. "What does it seem like we're doing?"

"Something you're not meant to do?" I dragged out, my annoyance rousing further. Especially when I'd honed my gaze on Ryan stealing covert glances at her cleavage- she'd left two buttons undone, the cunny witch.

My left eye twitched in anger, lips pressed into a non-existent line as I watched him slide that probing gaze on her person.

Stuck with the urge to gouge out his pervy eyes, I bit out, my tone glacial, icy, "Eyes where it should be Ryan."

Caught, Ryan's head whipped up, feigning an angelic expression on the smug shit he called a face. "Aye captain."

Jade huffed, now crossing her arms across her breasts, that gesture enhancing the deep valley between them. Thrown off guard, I took an eyeful, my pants growing a bit tight.

Not now, fuck!

"Who's staring now?" Ryan whistled, a high-pitched noise that was meant to rile me. And rile me it did.

I shot him a quick glare. "Shut the hell up and get going."

Then I switched my acidic gaze to Jade. "You! Come with me."

"Don't rush me." For absolutely no reason, she took her precious time, dawdling like a pregnant snail as she plucked off imaginary lint from her immaculate white shirt. Standing on her toes, she leaned in and gifted Ryan a peck on his right cheek.

"Thanks for the ride, Ryan." A bright smile was tossed his way, highlighting the beautiful features she possessed.

Damn, she had never smiled at me that way.

"You're welcome, love. Anything for a beautiful woman like you," Ryan drawled, a twinkle of glee present in his eyes.

Love? When? How? Where? I itched to voice out my displeasure but I resisted the insistent compulsion to do so. Whatever they did wasn't any of my business.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

About an eternity later, while I stood fuming, knuckles tinged in white as they clutched my suitcase, Jade finally cast a withering look in my direction. "I'm ready now."

"Fin-fucking-nally," I growled, already striding towards my building. "Don't be late."

Eventually she caught up with me, left short-winded like she'd run a 10000 meters marathon. And yet, she claimed she was fit.

Now situated in the huge hallway, I weaved past my workers who chirped greetings here and there, unable to help but mention, "Why did you let Ryan give you a ride in his car? I thought we were clear on rule number six?"

"You mean you thought we were clear." Her lilting voice took on a sarcastic ring. "How did you expect me to come to work when you took my cars as collateral?"

She had a fair point there but I'd be damned before I agreed to it. I glanced at her moving form, bitter. "Regardless, there's a thing called a taxi. I'm sure you know about that."

Daggers flew out of her amber inflamed eyes, lips twisted in outrage. "What I would like to know is when you would be giving me back my cars."

"Not a chance Miss Jadesola, I'm afraid." Abruptly I paused in front of the elevators. Jadesola, who'd been tagging closely behind, bumped into me, her soft breasts coming in contact with my back.

Fuck.

"Watch it!" I barked, retreating fast as if I'd been stung by a vile scorpion. I was reluctant to let the roaring lust that had enveloped me, surge through my body.

A glimmer of displeasure flitted in her eyes- noting my aversion to her touch. She blinked, that sad look evaporating away and I thought I'd imagined it.

"Sorry about that," she apologized, eyes cast to the ground. All the time since I'd been working with her during these few weeks, this was the first and definitely the last time- I was certain– she was begging for my pardon.

I nodded curtly, shrouding my surprise. "It's fine. But because you blatantly disobeyed my rules, you are hereby banned from using the elevator today. You'll be making good use of the stairs. And don't even think of trying to be smart. I have cameras situated in every part of the building. Hopefully, as you climb the stairs, you'll have a rethink the next time you want to go against my orders. See you on the twentieth floor within eight minutes."

Lips frozen in a cold smile, I thumbed the elevator's button and stepped in, bracing the case against my knees. Before the doors could close shut, I spotted the flash of expressions on her disgruntled facial features; annoyance, irritation and regret, all mingling together to form a mask of fury. I smirked, gratified. She probably rued the fact that she had apologized earlier.

Nice one Kian.

Arriving at my office, I unfastened my jacket and hung it behind my chair. Then I sat, uncuffing my cufflinks and rolling the shirt up my arms. My briefcase squatted on the floor, underneath the desk.

I accessed all the files on the polished surface of my table, noting what was important and what wasn't. I had zero or less tasks to do and that was fine, wonderful even because I had no intentions of actually exerting myself today. My objective for the day was to torment my personal assistant.

I reclined into the swiveling chair, a smirk twisting along the side of my lips as I thought about how I would use the remainder of the time allotted.

Did she really believe that she could get away dancing with Ryan, afflicting me with a sad case of blue balls, then hitch a ride with my cousin? No fucking way. The stairs were just the beginning of her woes.

Impatient, I drummed my fingers on the desk, awaiting her presence. Ten agonizing minutes later, she barged in, sauntering into my office like she was its owner.

Beads of frustration lined her forehead, cheeks puffed out as she sucked in a huge amount of air, chest rising and falling. Her afro hair- she'd changed from the braids hairstyle today- stuck to the temple of her face, wisps of unruly curls tumbling out of its place. Head cast to her side, she stood, trying to tuck in her rumpled blouse.

"I trust you enjoyed that little exercise," I mocked, lips curled in a jeering smile.

Jadesola whipped her head up, forgoing the hasty arrangement of her person. Judging by the murderous glint displayed in her heated eyes, I reckoned that if she had her way, a big fat knife would be wedged in the middle of my forehead at the moment.

She jutted her chin out, as proud as one could appear with a corner of their collar sticking out of place. "It was no hassle."

"Good to hear." I hid a satisfied grin and crooked a commanding finger. "Get me my usuals."

Nodding, she glowered at me, one final scathing appraisal before she took her leave. Moments later, she reappeared with a newspaper and a cup of coffee.

"Your usuals, master," Jade snapped, tone sharp as she mounted the coffee cup with alarming fervor on my poor desk, while slapping the paper down violently.

Opting to ignore the aggressive motion she'd exhibited, I untightened my hold on the pen I held earlier and tugged the paper towards me. As I skimmed through the Chicago times, I sipped my coffee, grateful that she hadn't laced it with pepper or something even worse this time. It was only when I raised my head up that I noticed that she still stood, a deep frown fixated on her countenance.

"Anything I can help you with?" I quizzed, curious as to why she lurked around.

"Yes. I wanted to ask if you. . ." For some reason, her voice trailed off, her eyes stuck to the twisting movement of her fingers.

Nervousness rolled off her in noxious fumes, tainting the crisp air of my office. But why? Piqued, I studied her, prompting, "If I?"

Was this when she humbled herself, stripped off her clothes and begged that I fuck her? Hopefully yes. My blood stirred, heading downwards, ready to strike into action.

Her throat bobbed up, her posture slouched. "I meant to ask if you received my message?" 

Shit. There went my plans of a quick, hard, fuck.

"Which message?" My right brow slanted up. Of course I knew the message she was talking about but I desired to see her squirm in discomfort. Sadistic as it might seem, it gave me joy. Observing her try to appease me. It wasn't everyday the high and mighty Jade fidgeted in my presence.

"Shit," she cursed, eyes flaring wide as realization dawned on her. She possibly thought I hadn't gotten the memo. "You didn't see the message."

The coffee resting on my tongue altered into a stale, acrid taste. Here we fucking go again.

Shoulders drooping down, a hand snaked out to rub her distressed brows in a resigned manner, her other palm cinched to her waist as she started, voice, small, "I was drunk on Friday. Which is why what happened, happened."

As she talked, her eyes didn't meet mine, rather they chose to seek shelter on the glass wall behind me. "I'm sure we're both aware of the fact that I don't like you, same with you as well."

She paused to breathe in deeply. "So the possibility of me touching you in that way when I'm in my right senses is zero. I'm sorry that I was so unprofessional then and I want to assure you that it won't happen again."

An apology for the second time today. My, my, what a day to be in my shoes.

Her front teeth tugged at her lower lip, biting them in worry as she twiddled with her loose shirt, now examining what my reaction to her statement was.

If she had been seeking an inflamed response from me, she would have been disappointed. I'd long shuttered my expressions into one of disinterest, face pinched in boredom as I pulled out a dismissing hand. "Alright. You may carry along with your duties now."

The worry lines on her forehead disappeared as she nodded, a slight puff of relief escaping her. "Thank you. I thought it was going to be. . . you know, kind of weird between us."

"You thought wrong. I wouldn't want your hands on me too." I could only shake my head in disagreement, anger wounding my fist around the coffee cup tightly.

"Alright." Gifting me a smile that failed to reach her amber eyes, Jade circled backwards, heading towards the door.

Incensed, I eyeballed that swinging waist of hers as she made her way out. Needless to say, I was still angry at her, even more so now that she'd said her mind in person. The damn bitch was provoking me, calling me to do the needful and I would answer. I had to exact revenge, no matter how small.

Why I was doing this, I had no idea. I should have been thrilled, overjoyed that the black woman I so didn't want to fuck, didn't want to fuck me either. But that spiteful part of me couldn't resist, would not forgo the penance she had to pay.

Just as she was about to exit, I called in a curt tone, ice tinged in my voice, "On your way out, fetch a rag along. You need to clean the chairs and tables. They're a mess."

She halted, her ramrod profile curved in all the right places. "Yes master."

Five minutes later she appeared, a bucket, a brush and a rag armed in both hands. Then she got to work.

As she scrubbed, I watched, scrutinizing every curve and dips she possessed, my eyes fixed entirely on her. The gentle, swaying motion swerved her body with each vigorous scrub she meted out on the sofas.

Right now, her ass filled my vision, the material of her skirt enhancing the rounded arch of her hips. Fashionable and quite modest—unlike its wearer—, the skirt was styled with a slit, that tiny gap giving me a chance to slide my amorous gaze up and down her thighs.

Damn. If only it could hike up further.

I swallowed, heat infused in all parts of my body when she propped her knees on the chair, all the more to wash away the dirt hiding in its crevices. In this position, her skirt crawled up further, my eyes greedily taking in all creamy, smooth vision of her laps.

Thighs that would drape over my shoulders as I pounded into her. Fast. Rough. Powerful.

The air thinned. My breath turned shallow, racy thoughts settling in my mind.

Adjusting my tie to increase the volume of air I could inhale, my eyes landed on her behind once more. I was tempted, so fucking tempted to do more than just watch, my thought process, only a merge of erotic images of us on Friday, the feel of her warm pussy trailing down my engorged dick, those magical hands on me, working sensual wonders.

Shit. I was so fucking hard. If I stood right now, my crotch would be tented, obviously letting her know how much I ached for her.

She flicked a loose curl away, wiping her perspiring forehead with the back of her palm. A devious part of my mind couldn't help but note how delicious she appeared sweaty, her clammy shirt stuck to her back. Imagine if we were in bed. . .

"Fuck!" Droplets of water had spilled on the ground, earning a cuss word from the culprit. Trust Jade to do something without complaining.

She faced me and I averted my eyes immediately, pretending to be reading. But I fooled myself. My senses were already attuned to the fact that she was here, kneeling- in the most submissive fashion there was.

Her work station changed, and she began cleaning my desk. The moment she started her task, my hungry gaze fell on her chest.

Why had she decided today of all days to wear a bra?

Although the bra hid all the intimate details of her chest, the tight shirt clung to her frame, outlining the proud curve of her breast. The sweat on her skin, aided, providing details that left nothing to my imagination. Inviting, her breasts enticed me to reach up and cup them in my palms, tugging on her pebbled nipples and lavishing on them the attention they begged for.

With every brisk wipe she bestowed on my desk, her breast jiggled and if I didn't know better, I'd believe she was doing it on purpose. Seducing me while working. But I knew better. I was the one reading too much into her actions, the one leering at her and wishing I was being worked on.

Again, I wondered, admiring the graceful curve of her neck, the exquisite look of her, of how it would feel to to reach out and grab her. Would she melt into my arms or reject my amorous touch? There was a 99.9 percent chance it would be the latter.

She must have been conscious of my relentless perusal because she hastened her movements, polishing the desk's surface as fast as she could.

When she was almost done, I dragged my gleaming eyes away and fixed my attention to the coffee that had long gone cold, unsatisfied that my lust induced exploration had been cut short. "Your next task is to mop the floor."

Her mouth fell open. "But I have some paperwork you said I should submit this afternoon."

Still reeling from unrequited passion, I glowered at her. "And I said you should mop the floor. Right now!"

Jade's brow entwined together, ire pressing her pouty lips—lips I wished were wrapped around my cock—into a thin line. "Alright. As you wish."

Taking her cleaning equipment away with her, she made a second entry with a mop and a mop bucket. As she began her task once more, I indulged in my past time- letting my eyes caress her skin since I couldn't achieve what I yearned to do the very moment I'd set my eyes on her.

Halfway in, probably to let out all steam, Jade unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the creamy valley of her breast. No, I swallowed, this was too much. Fucking way more than I could bear. I had to flee from the siren song she played, before I commited something drastic that we would both regret.

Scrambling away from my desk, I shot up, placing my jacket over my elbow, in the bid to hide my erection.

"Miss Jadesola," I began, voice rough and hoarse. Fuck. I couldn't even speak properly.

She paused in swiping the mop over the tiled flood, striking me with a glare, venom dripping off her tone, "Yes?! Would you like me to clean your shoes by licking it off with my tongue?!"

I would like you to lick other places, sat on the tip of my tongue but I withheld that statement.

"That's a nice offer but I'm not certain of how my shoes would fare when your venomous tongue comes in contact with them."

Her hold on the mop's handle tightened, her stance in a I could cuff and stab you right now mode.

Despite my libido driven to a dangerous level, I grinned, a cold smug smile as I ambled towards my getaway. "To complete the other assignment I gave you, you'll be staying here till night time. That's till 7pm. Again, don't try to escape or leave without finishing your work."

Her amber eyes, a sea of fury churning in their honey depths, narrowed in contempt.

"By the way, you missed a corner on your right," I added as I trod on the smooth floor, maneuvering my way around her. True enough she had overlooked a spot but I didn't need to arch my back to know she was glowing with anger, reluctant to admit to her blunder.

A smirk toying on my lips, I left her to her devices. Poor poor Jadesola. Taunting her had never felt better and at the same time, torturous for me.

She would require a long rest after all that scrubbing and I would need a very very cold shower.

A/N: Whoo. For someone who despises black people, I'd say Kian wants some of that chocolate don't you think?🌚

Thoughts?

Love,
Nita.❤️