My Boss' Games

Chapter 1

Meghan

I stretched my body and turned on my room light as I woke up this morning. I took my phone from my side table and check for any messages or calls. Expectedly, there was a message.

From: Wellis Film Production
     Dear Meghan Monteiro, we are most pleased to inform you that you have now been employed full-time to work with us at the WFM, Norwich, UK. You are to commence work on Monday 14th March, 2021. Failure to commence may or may not result to instant suspension.
                                                 Secretarial Officer,
                                              Samantha Johnson.

"Yes-yes-yes, finally." I yelled as I jumped off my bed. This was definitely the best time to text my girls, Lynn and Killian.

*You guys, I just got the job at The WFM.* I sent. A few minutes later, Killian started typing.

*Woah! That's dope girl.* She sent.

*Yeah, when do you start?* Lynn chimed in.

*Monday.* I sent.

*So you're leaving then?* Killian asked.

"I guess so, but I'll be back, for now, I'm up to party and I want you guys to go clubbing with me, who's up for it?* I asked.

"Definitely me.* Lynn replied.

*Me too.* Killian sent.

*Great, let's meet at Club 101." I sent and dropped my phone.

Immediately, I hopped into the shower. Thankfully I was the only one at home as my father lived far away in Los Angeles. He was a actor and my role model which was why I wanted this job in England. My mother passed away a couple of years back and I'm the only child.

Coming out of the bathroom, I dried my body with my towel, rubbed my lotion and threw on a loose long-sleeved dress reaching my mid-thighs. The dress was a bit wild and showed a lot of cleavage. I quickly put on a pair of transparent heels and silver earrings, then did a light make up. Once I finished dressing up, I took my phone and left my room. I stepped out and locked the front door of my house. I got into my white Rolls-Royce and drove out. Some people would more or less say I'm quite luxurious, thanks to my family background and my past job as a model.

I arrived at Club 101 in time to see some people staring at me and my car. I was so used to this. Coming out of the car, I dramatically entered the building to see it crowded. I smiled at the people dancing and girls swaying their hips and some older men.

Definitely rich ass men.

Just then I saw my friends walk in through the door, approaching me.

"Hey bitches." I smiled at them.

"No wasting time okay? I've been craving this shit, I'm going to dance." Lynn laughed and scurried off to the dance floor.

"Oh, look at that hottie, girl this is your chance." Killian said to me. I looked in her direction to see some random guy having a drink.

"Nah, I'm good." I said.

"Well, I'm having him." She shrugged and went to him.

Seeing Lynn on the dance floor, I went to join her. After dancing for a while, I went to grab a drink with Lynn. Killian was probably doing some other things elsewhere.

"You better not drink too much unless you wanna get wasted." Lynn chuckled.

We had been at the bar for a while and I was already on my second bottle of Barcadi. My eyes had already started spinning.

"Well I'm heading back to the dance floor." She said and left the bar area.

A few minutes later I struggled to walk down a path, looking for the ladies room in case I throw up. My eyes were basically blurry and I could hardly see anything due to the bad lightning. Still tipsy and struggling to walk, I saw a figure standing at an edge. Surprisingly, I found myself walking in his direction. Unluckily, I couldn't see his face due to the poor lightning but I could outline his distinctive muscularity.

Before I could stop myself, I found my arms trailing down his bicep. Looking at me, he grabbed my waist and without hesitating, I forced my lips on his. His hands snaked itself all the way down my back to the top of my ass. With submission, I put my to arms around his neck before he finally stopped me.

With embarrassment, I took a few steps back and looked at him, even though I couldn't see his face clearly, I could tell he was a black man.

He then took a few steps closer and whispered in my ear, "Sii saggio." He then walked away.

I reasoned what he said. That was Italian for be wise.

"Weird." I said to myself.