WARNING: There is intense non-consensual sexual activity, if you are sensitive to that, please do not read the flashback inside of the flashback. Thank you.
Hearing the door squeak, I look over and see Isaiah walking in.
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"I'm alright, what's behind your back?" I ask, seeing him hiding his hands behind his back.
"Oh, nothing..." He says, avoiding my eyes and walking to his chair.
"Ok... So, what's going on?"
"Well," He starts, pulling a box from behind his back. "I thought you'd like a present for your birthday."
"Oh! I didn't know it was my birthday..." I admit, feeling suddenly very disoriented.
"You didn't?" He asks worriedly.
"No..."
"Well, it is, so...are you going to open your present, or must I do it for you?"
"Give it here."
He hands me the medium sized box, wrapped in the cheesy wrapping paper saying 'Happy Birthday!' Taking the corner, and gingerly ripping it open, I see that it's atleast double wrapped, if not triple wrapped. Turning my head, I glare at Isaiah.
"So, I may not remember you, but the way you've been treating me, it seems like we're close. So, I feel like I can say this without feeling too bad.
"You're a douchebag. Why, in the hell, would you decide that giving a girl in a hospital, who can barely even walk, a present wrapped more than once?"
"Yeah, well, I just didn't want you to think that you're different. I do this to everyone." He says, ruffling his hands through his hair, and looking down at the present he got me.
"Ok, well, what I said still stands."
"I know." He says with a slight chuckle.
Tearing the rest of the first layer of paper off, I look for a place to start on the second layer...it' s all covered in tape.
"I'm going to kill you. Make you open this first, and then kill you." I promise, giving him the best death glare that I have.
"Here." He grabs my present, and sticks one hand in his pocket, pulling out a knife. He flips the blade out, and slices a clean cut through the corner of the box. Handing it back to me, our hands brush each other, and I feel a shot of electricity shoot up my arm.
"Damn," I mutter. "My heart monitor just shocked the crap out of me."
"I'm sorry, do you want me to get a nurse?"
"No, I'm fine." I promise, ripping the rest of the paper off of the box. Once all of the wrapping paper is gone, I open the plain white box to see a book.
"Wilderness Survival for Dummies? Really?" I ask him, slightly offended.
"Well, you know, I don't want to lose you...again." He admits, looking at the ground.
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The Boss That Wants Control (OLD VERSION)
General FictionKristen is looking for a job. She's qualified, has the experience, and has the right mindset. All she needs now, is someone to give it to her. Isaiah is the CEO and owner of an international company. He's never had an executive assistant last more...
