It Started With A Lie

Root of my problems

I have never lost it like this before. Sure, I have snapped at a few rude people, but not like that. He just brings out the worst in me, and that can never be good. I don't want to meet anyone like that in my life again, which makes me lose control like that ever again.

It doesn't make sense why someone would do that to a person because they couldn't get their way. There were so many more insults I wanted to throw his way, including the slapping bonus, but he's not worth it. He will never be worth it, and I will not waste my time on him.

I wish this elevator would move down faster than this. I can't stand being in the same building as him. I want to be as far away from him as possible, and I don't think just leaving this building would create enough distance between us.

What did I do to deserve what he did? I know I have said some mean things to him, but I wouldn't have said them if they weren't true. What I said doesn't mean he can snap his fingers and make me jobless because he couldn't take a bruise to his ego.

Now everyone is going to reject me at every job interview because of his decision. I have never met such a douchebag like him; he is ruining my future, and he doesn't care that I might go hungry and homeless. I've seen what he's capable of; I have been rejected 10 times since the week started. What else will he do to make my life more miserable if I stay here? Will he have my landlord kick me out of my apartment? He seems capable of doing so.

I will not stay to give him any satisfaction. I will not play his games, but he has already won this round, which will be the only one he'll be winning in his game of cat and mouse.

I sighed and opened my apartment door. I walked inside, defeated, closing the door behind me. I leaned back on the door, my mind thinking of nothing and something at the same time.

I drop my bag on the couch, then my body. I searched for the TV remote. When I found it, I turned it on and watched whatever was on, which was a documentary.

I curled up on the couch and stared at the TV with a blank mind. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up hours later in a dark apartment. I sighed and sat up, running my hand through my couch's hair. My stomach made a growling sound in the silent and dark apartment.

I ordered pizza over the phone, and since it would take me 25 minutes to be here, I decided to go take a shower. I let the warm water cascade down my body, relaxing my tense muscles. I washed my hair, then washed my body clean. I wrapped a towel around my body and another around my hair.

I was towel-drying my hair when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my purse on the way to the door and paid for the pizza. I put it on the kitchen counter. I took out a juicer from the fridge, sat down around the kitchen counter, and ate pizza for dinner. When I was full, I put away the leftovers and went to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a very stressful day. That was my last thought before I submitted to the darkness.

Mr Rivers

I have never been so angry in my life. The audacity of that girl who barged into my office interrupted my meeting and then had the nerve to be angry at me and call me all sorts of names; she even got creative with her names.

I wanted her back in my office, but not like that. She even arrived earlier than I thought. I only gave her a week, but she came back in four days.

She should be begging me right now for a job or for me to marry her. Instead, she was angry. She shouted at me, interrupted me, and told me to shut the hell up. I've never been insulted so much in my life. All I could do was listen and watch as her ears colored red, her checks puffed up angry, and her lips set in a frown. I wasn't even that angry; I was more amused and insulted, but I was enjoying the show a little. She looked so cute. And when she jabbed me in the chest, my body tingled.

That's when a possessive thought hit me. She's mine.

No one, and I mean no one, disrespected me on the same level that she did today. Oh, she was going to pay this time. She thought that making her unemployed was the only thing I could do, and then she was dead wrong. I am going to make her life a living hell. Figuratively and literally

She will start to beg for me to stop very soon. She will be begging for other things that only I can give her. She wants me to leave her alone. Okay, I'll leave her alone when I'm done with her. She'll pay for every word that leaves her beautiful little mouth.

After making her point clear, she stormed out of my office, slamming the door again. I smiled at her as she walked off. I traded, and the office was trashed when I finally calmed down. Papers and broken glass were scattered everywhere. I sat down in my damaged leather chair. I didn't care much for the damage that could be easily repaired.

I sat there with the wheels in my head, turning, forming a plan that I knew would never fail me. She's wrong, dead wrong, because I always get what I want, no matter the lengths I have to go through to get it.

I'll have her; she'll see. I'm going to become her nightmare soon, so she can prepare for some sleepless nights. She's going to pay, just like everyone else who crossed me.

"Dude, what happened here? Did we experience any earthquake?" He was surveying the room that I made a mess of. I didn't answer any of his questions and just completely ignored him.

"Aw man, not that look again. I never liked that look, no matter what it was. Please tell me that look is for something totally different and not about the girl because she already agreed to go out on a date with me." He said, making my head snap up to him immediately.

"Shit man." My reaction must have given me away. He was pacing the length of my office now. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? You better tell me what the hell is going on."

"Just stay the fuck away from her. She's mine." I growled like an animal. I don't know, but I am possessive of her. It's not a full thing, but it will soon leave my system when I ruin her.

"Not this sh*t again. I thought we'd been through this before." He sighed and stopped pacing to stop in front of my desk. "Just tell me what she did." He sat down and stared at me, waiting for an answer. When I didn't give him any, he looked at me, frustrated. "I know what this is all about. I passed her on the way up here, you know. I have never seen a woman so angry and curse so much before." He ran his hand through his hair.

I sat back because I wanted to hear more. "I was really concerned, and I knew something was wrong. Eventually I got her to calm down, and she told me everything that happened." He waited for me to respond or have any reaction, but I only gave him my stone-cold face. I don't normally use it on him, but I had to because he can't read me when I'm like this.

"Fine. If you are not going to say anything, then this conversation is pointless, but I'll tell you to leave her alone." He also slammed my office door when he left.

What is wrong with these people? Have they gone mad, walking around and slamming my office door like they own the place?

But that isn't my problem right now. I have to focus on my plan to bring her to her knees, begging in front of me.