Chapter 43 He's kidding

Chapter forty-three
The telephone starts ringing again. Taking a long deep breath, I summon the strength and take the phone.
"Hi," my voice doesn't even feel like mine.
"Come to my office right away," he said and the phone went off.
He doesn't even have courtesy. He behaves all arrogant and stupid.
I force myself up and drag my feet towards his door. I open the door and realize with great relief that he's alone.
Where is she anyway?
I look at Dave, "Here I am"
He throws my purse at me, "You forgot this," he says as a matter of factly. I hiss and bend to take my purse, "You forgot to knock before entering," he reminded grimly," Your salary will be deducted".
I raise a brow and stand. Is he kidding me right now?
Imagine him talking as if he wasn't screwing Betty some minutes ago?
I turn around to walk away, "What do you think you are doing?" His deep voice pulls me to a stop suddenly. I didn't look back at myself, I have no intention to. I'm so angry right now. All the sadness I felt the other time had turned to rage in me. I mean how can Dave even think of having sex with Michael's girlfriend? It's like Dave already wanted her, he only waited for Michael to break up with her.
And this brings me to the fact that these two used to be friends. There's no way I'm wrong about that.
"Turn around Jones," he says sternly but I'm not ready to heed. I'm going to rebel, even if it's just this once. He has been controlling my life for a while now," Jones, turn around. It's an order," he's growing more frustrated, I can tell. But something in me is still not ready to surrender.
"I said you should turn around!" His voice seems so close now and a little frightening. A pair of handholds me tight on my shoulders and whirl me around until I'm staring at those handsome faces. We are close, so close, only a breath away. It feels weird and as much as I hate to admit it, I must say I want him to nibble on my earlobe too, to carry me as he had carried Becky. I want his hands on my body. Gosh, I must be going insane. I mean, was that why I was so worked up the other time? Because a part of me wanted him, wanted to be in Becky's position. He did tell me he liked me.
"What was that for?" I raise a brow at his question.
"You've told me what you would like to do with my salary. So, why should I bother myself with you?" My outburst shocked even me but I continued anyway. I mean what kind of a man has sex with his friend's girlfriend? They aren't friends now but they once were," You told me to always knock on your door but you didn't say anything when I knocked and found you romancing Becky. Do you dare talk about rules with me? You should be ashamed of yourself. How can you even think of having sex in the office, "my face blush at the words and I find myself fidgeting?
Dave scoffs, his eyes still on me, "Who is the boss exactly? Is it you or is it me?"
I didn't answer, I just stare.
" Do you think any of your comments were needed? I own this company and I own you!" His voice went higher than normal and you can tell he's getting super angry.
" You don't own me, Mr. Margray Dave!" I fire back, angrily too. I try to walk away but he suddenly pins me in. I struggle to let loose, "Let go of me".
"I still pay your salary. It doesn't matter what you think of me. I'm your boss and that remains. And I won't condone any form of insults. I don't care if I have to deduct all your salary. I'm your boss and you should respect me as one".
I stay calm and stare at his eyes, at his angry face. He looks so troubled now and well, angry too.
He let go of me now and takes a step back.
I study him for a moment, "You used to be Michael's friend right?"
He scoffs again, "That's none of your business".
" Sure, "I look away now," You don't feel it's a bad thing to screw your friend's ex-girlfriend, "I look up at him now and he's patiently watching me," What other excuses do u have?"
"Are you saying this because I told you I liked you?"
What! My eyes shoot out even more.
" That's a no! Why would I even think of it that way!'I scream back at him. He only wants to make this feel so weirder than it already looks.
He takes a step towards me again and I move back in defense until there's no way for me to move. He didn't stop coming and I had a sudden urge to punch him and runoff. But the moment his body touched mine, it seemed like the thought all vanished into thin air. I only stare.
"You don't think I would love you. We aren't even compatible at all. Why would I love you?"
I feel my heart sing. Why would he say something like that? I never asked him to love me.
"Like you ?"He scoffs again, "You are not even in my dictionary. You stink of dirt and poverty!"
Fine! That's it! I've had enough.
I slap him across the face. I push him away from me and walk out of the office. I'm done for today, really done!
I walk out of the building, out into the street.