Marrying my high school bully

Dexter

Sitting still in my office with the reminder that Lorraine was in the down floor practicing kept my restlessness burning. I wanted to see her beautiful face even though I had to do it under the pretext of supervision.

The feelings were weird because I loathed her and I was supposed to stay several meters away from her but it wasn’t working.

Hell! I wasn’t even comfortable allowing her to commute to the office so I sent one of my men to disguise as a cab driver so that she would be safe. And when he notified me that she was around, I had to rush to my floor to ceiling window which faced the entrance of the building to confirm.

Unable to keep the urge away, I got up from my executive chair and headed to their practice room. If I’d known that Emilia would jump on me like a predator, I’d have stayed back and sent for Lorraine to come over.

“What the hell are you doing?” I pulled away with a grimace, glaring at her satisfied grin.

If not for the strong respect I had for women, I’d have shoved her really hard until it dawned on her that I would never have anything to do with her again.

She smirked, biting her lower lips seductively. “Of course, you know what I want.” She whispered then I cleared my throat and left her side.

“How’s Lorraine doing?” I glanced at her and watched the uneasy look on her face which stirred some sort of remorse within me.

Guilt slashed my heart as I watched her avert her gaze from me, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit happy that she wasn’t unaffected by the disgusting kiss.

Stefan blew out air then glanced at Lorraine who was seconds away from crying, then cleared his throat. “I’ve handed her over to her trainer so don’t worry about her. Is there anything else you want?”

Was there?

I’d satisfied my craving and it would be better if I left to avoid having more complications.

Lorraine’s sad face kept flashing in my mind even as I stared at my computer screen, watching the new designs for the textiles in print. My mind wasn’t even on it and I had to make sure that today’s event didn’t repeat itself anymore.

I quickly rang Emilia to come over.

She opened the door minutes later, her face beaming with a sultry smile that would have aroused me a few years back, but now, it only reminded me of how cheap she was.

“Sit!” I ordered with a steel voice.

She lowered herself onto the chair slowly, her cleavage popping out of the low neckline dress she wore. It wasn’t that visible earlier but knowing that we would be alone in my office, she was probably trying all possible means to get laid by me.

That wasn’t happening any time soon.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What was that all about?” I asked coldly, while she crossed her legs and batted her lashes.

She got up from the chair and strolled towards me, her overly sweet perfume drifting into my nose. “That was me trying to tell you that my body wants you badly. I’ve missed you, Dex, don’t you want to have a taste of these chunky assets in front of you?” She caressed her breast slowly, unbuttoning the remaining buttons that led to her stomach.

She cradled me, pinching her nipples through her lacy push up bra while she squeezed my crotch. “Don’t you miss this?” She moaned loudly.

I got up abruptly, pushing my chair backwards which caused her to land flat on her ass. She yelped in pain, squeezing her buttocks as she tried to get back on her feet.

“Don’t try to sell yourself cheap to me, it’s really downgrading and I don’t deal with cheap articles. Do you hear me?” I hollered.

She got up, her eyes blazing with so much indignation that could burn a house. “You’ll pay for this. I promise you!” She poked my chest and stormed out of my office angrily.

My mind was all over the place as I palmed my forehead with a sigh. Fortunately, it was lunch time so I jumped into my car and headed to a cafeteria.

Being out of the office reminded me that I had a large stomach to feed, but since I had to stay light because of the intricacy of my work I had to order two cheeseburgers and a bottle of water.

I dug in as soon as it was served, savoring the perfect blend of the ingredients and enjoying how easily it melted in my mouth until I caught the sight of Lorraine coming out with two polythene bags.

Passing a cursory glance at the bags, I knew that it contained some dishes. I pushed the half eaten burger aside and strode towards her, simmering in displeasure.

“What do you think you are doing?” I dashed behind her and held her hand as she jerked in surprise.

Her lips parted slightly then she caught herself and regained her composure, snatching her wrist from my grip. “I went to get lunch for the group. Is there any problem with that?” She asked with a sassy tone.

I furrowed my brows in disapproval. “That’s not right. You are meant to enjoy your lunch break on your own and not as a slave to anyone.”

“It’s not biggie. I can handle this, besides, I’m their junior which means I have to do whatever they want.” She retorted, cocking her head to the side.

I sighed, slightly irritated that she was as still unassertive as she was in high school. Maybe she would have lived better if she learnt how not to accept every bullshit like she was doing right now.

“You are going to enter my car and we’ll go to those models who forced you to do this.” I ordered.

Her nose flared, a stance of obstinacy. “What if I don’t come along?”

“Then I might just kiss you senseless in front of everyone and tell them that I’m your husband. Trust me, there’s a lot of proof.”