Strings

Chapter 11

"Get the fuck out of my office" I say turning away.
On any other day, I would have fucked her senseless but god help me I keep thinking about a pair of scared Hazel brown eyes.

"Come on now" she purrs in my ear as she comes at me from behind, rubbing her hands over my chest.

She smells sickening, no doubt an overly expensive scent that she lathered herself with. It made me want to gag.

Not like Avery though. Avery smelled sweet. Like fresh strawberries and peaches.

God, I shouldn't have had all those drinks earlier with Sam, I don't know what came over me. I never drink at work.

But I also never waste my time thinking about some girl, so one can imagine how confused and frustrated I am right now.

"Come on now, Hayden, show me what you've got." She purrs into my ear, nibbling at my earlobe.

Okay that's it, I've had enough.

"Stacy get the fuck out of my office before I call in the security." I spit out at her, pushing her away lightly but she still falls flat on her face because of her ridiculous heels. Not gonna lie, I was slightly satisfied at that and I couldn't help the smirk that rested on my face.

"Is it because the whore that you are married to?" She all but yells at my face, shocked on getting rejected. Am outcome she wasn't expecting.

"What the fuck did you say?"

"Avery isn't it? What does that whore have that I don't huh? I bet she fucks guys day in and day out."  She sneers at me. The thought of other guys touching her, let alone fucking her makes me throw the glass I had in my hand.

Stacy flinches as the glass shatters right next to her and now she realizes that she has crossed the line.
I grab her by the arm and drag her out of my office, throwing her out as the security steps in and takes care of the rest.

That bitch. What the fuck does she know.

"Whoa. Did I really just witness the Hayden Knight throw away a hot piece of ass?" Sam says walking into my office with a cheeseburger in his hand.

"I called for you ages ago, why the fuck are you so late." I snap, pouring myself another drink.

"Jeez man, I was only 15 mins late, McDonald's had a really long line, can you blame me? It's like they don't even care about my beautiful and sexy self anymore"  he sighs dramatically plopping down at the little couch I had at the reading section of my office.

I don't respond, as I chug away another glass of fine wine.

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" He says cautiously and then stops midway.

"Whoa what the fuck happened in here?" He asks as he finally notices the mess I had made throwing things around.

"Tell Robert Gilbert that I'd much rather kill his sorry self than invest in his shady ass company and if he or his slut of a daughter bothers me again, they can say goodbye to their  fucking business." I say seething.

"You got it." He says winking at me.

"But Stacy's hot, you could've fucked her you know." He says prying, his face split into wide smile. He knows exactly what he's playing at. That fucker knows me too well.

"Stacy's a fucking slut." I say

"Yes, but so are you" he says laughing

"Excuse me?" I ask glaring at him.

"You're excused!" He says clearly amused. Noticing that my expression hasn't changed and now slowly beginning to fear for his life, he continues,

"Come on man, you know what I mean; you've slept with more women than I can count and now suddenly you refuse to sleep with Stacy because well, she's exactly like all the other girls you've slept with, so like, what's your deal man?" He says, thoroughly enjoying messing with my head.

"Why do you care so much about Stacy?" I prod.

"I don't, I care about you, and I believe a certain shy brunette has begun pulling at your heart strings." He says like he is proud of himself and his observation.

I merely laugh at that.
"You know me better than anyone Sam, you know I have no heart." I say, and just like that I am reminded of who I am and what I can do.

"Blah blah I am Hayden Knight blah blah, I know I've heard this enough. Now unless you're planning on spending the night in your office, can we please leave already."  Sam retorts like a child.

I look at the time as he says that. Damn, it's already been way past 7 pm, I guess it's about time I pack up.

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After a long day of dealing with airheads I really just wanted to go back home but Sam here thought it would be a good idea to go to a fucking bar.

After downing a couple more shots I decide I need to get out of here. All them girls were throwing themselves at me as usual but I just couldn't bring myself to take things further.
I was frustrated beyond belief.

I take a few more shots but nothing I do is getting Avery out of my fucking mind. I tried making out with some feisty red head, I tried letting some bitch get handsy with me but all I got was fucking frustration.

It's all her fault. All of it. She is the reason I can't bring myself to fuck anyone else. And I have had it enough of her controlling me like this. No one controls me. No one.

I call my driver, Ben and order him to take me straight home. I am just fucking done. I'll do whatever the fuck I want and I'd like to see what she'll dare to do about it.

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