The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

I was going to bitch-slap Drake all the way to hell.

It was either that or I was going to lose my mind if I had seen him one more time or the stupid flowers he kept sending me.

I snatched the fake flowers piled up on my desk and stuffed them in the office shredded, feeling a bit satisfied at the sight of the shredder tearing them to pieces.

How had he even gotten them delivered to my desk?

It was barely nine in the morning on a Tuesday and Mr Wolfe would not be showing up to the office because he would be working from home.

His words, not mine.

I refuse to think about that...that jerk. The way he had coldly spoken to me in the conference room, I didn’t think I could ever forget. I had bigger things to worry about though.

Because the boss was conveniently working from home, I had to oversee the briefing of the models for the photoshoot and guess who was part of the models?

The sleazebag I had been engaged to in February. For some fucking reason, he thought he could still have a shot with me and well I was going to stomp on that reason so hard. I took the elevator down to the fifth floor where the briefing was taking place in the hall.

Alicia was already there along with several PR employees, the social media manager, then the Design team and the five models working with Wolfe Corp for the car launch- unfortunately that included my blasted ex boyfriend who was grinning rather happily at me.

"Miss Kellerman, so happy you could join us," Mary, the head of the design team beamed at me as I took my seat at the head of the table.

"Good morning everyone. Thank you for coming. I’ll be representing Mr Wolfe-"

"Hey baby," The piece of shit had the nerve to call out. "Did you get my flowers?"

The room went silent as everyone looked from Drake to me and then back to Drake.

"She’s my girlfriend,"

"Miss Duke is proof that I am not in fact your girlfriend since I caught you balls deep in her coochie, let’s not be delusional," I spat, curling my lips in a sneer.

"What?" Someone gasped.

Alicia blushed as everyone turned to her. "There was no need to involve me, Miss Grant,"

"I didn’t have to," I gave a sugary smile. "Too bad I did anyway, can we get to the agenda for today, before the spineless insect interrupted,"

"Oooohhh, Buennn," One of the models snickered and Drake wasn’t exactly too happy about that. His face turned red, and remained that way all through the meeting. I couldn’t care less., he started it.

An hour later, the meeting was wrapped up and I bolted out of the conference room as quickly as I could, walking past the bullpen down the hallway towards the elevator. My phone pinged with a text.

"Hi Aphrodite"

A smile tugged at my lips as I typed in. "Ugh Eric, I’ve told you not to call me that. You have no idea how scared I was when you called me that in the restaurant!"

He really had no idea. I was terrified that someone had known I went to a freaky club cosplaying as the goddess of love and sex only to find out it was Eric who was dining at the restaurant with a group of friends.

We had been texting and he was a pretty chill person like his father was.

"Abigail!"

I glanced back over my shoulder to see Drake rushing towards me. I tucked my phone in my purse, walking faster, my heels clicking hard against the ground as I stormed for the elevator. I didn’t even want to breathe the same air as him, not to mention talk to that asshole.

"Abby, wait!"

Because the universe loved fucking with me, the elevator was in use and Drake caught up to me.

"Come on baby," He said, pulling his lips into a pout. "How much longer are you going to be mad at me?"

"I think you’re out of your mind if you think I feel anything remotely different from disgust when I see you," I muttered, glaring at the elevator doors.

Open Sesame, already.

"Abby," his hand reached to grab mine. My head whipped to face him before he could and that hand froze mid air at the look on my face.

His brows snapped in anger. "There’s no need to be so fucking difficult dammit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay. I’ll apologize a million times if you want me to,"

"Really?" I turned then facing him fully. Some employees were starting to gather in the hallway, pretending not to watch the scene before them. "Do it,"

"What?" He blinked rapidly.

"Do it," I shrugged. "Apologize a million times to me, right now."

The bastard rolled his eyes. "You can’t be serious,"

I arched a brow, holding a deadpan experience and his face turned red again in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You’re being so immature. Come on, look... I’m already making changes okay. Baby, we were good together, you can’t deny that. It won’t happen again. I promise. I even went as far as taking this job so I could see you-"

"Ohh, you poor baby," I bit out dryly. "I guess I should fall on the ground and roll with gratitude that the almighty Drake took a job with my company just so he could act like an asshole around me,"

The old Abigail had loved this idiot so much,I would have thought him trying to work so close to me was sweet.

Well, the old Abby got to see her boyfriend in a orgy so that didn’t exactly work out wonderful for her did it?

Was it like this for other women? Why did my taste in my first man have to be this poor? Haewwww.

"I never asked you to," I spat, thumping a finger in his chest. "In fact, you would be doing God’s work if you quit and I never have to see your shitty face again."

As if on cue the elevator doors pinged open. I took a step forward when I was suddenly yanked back and pinned to the wall.

"You bitch, you’ll miss me. Admit it, Abby. You can’t fucking do without me. You’ll miss me eating that pussy. You’ll miss me fucking you-"

A loud smack on his face cut him off. My hand stung from slapping him, but I’d do it a hundred times over if he ever touched me again. His eyes widened and he looked shocked.

"GET THE MEMO, Drake," I fumed. "Even if you are the last man standing on earth, I wouldn’t touch you or your crippled, crumpled dick with a ten foot inch pole! If you ever touch me again, I’ll sue your ass for harassment, got it?!"