Wrong Number

Chapter 8

"Shit!" I gasped, taking a deep breathe of shock as Chad stood there indifferently, not taking a step. His eyes moved between Tom and I every second, it seemed he was waiting for an explanation.

Tom's penis seemed to have gone in deep shock as well as a smaller version of his previously erected cock now stood, dangling between his thighs.

I pulled my skirt down in hurry and scanned the office for my shirt, my hands trembling by my side.

Tom pulled his boxers up like lightening after thunder and struggled to keep his pants on his waist as they kept falling without his belt to hold them in place.

All the while, I'd hoped Chad would turn to look away or leave the room in anger. I had no idea what it was, the shock from my action or curiosity, but he stood still staring at us both.

I found my shirt and picked it up. Not remembering how a shirt was worn anymore, I struggled to put it back on, failing to do so and just leaving it tucked in my arms.

"What is going on here?" Chad spoke for the first time, assuming we had gotten ourselves balanced.

He moved away from the door and walked to stand beside me. He moved his hand a bit, the action caused me to flinch and guide my face with my hands, waiting for his hand to hit me. When nothing happened, I put down my hands and turned to look at his face. He had on a look of shock, surprised by my act of guidance.

Chad amused me by intertwining his fingers in mine rather than hitting me and gently squeezing my hands in his. I could not help but widen my eyes at the act.

Turning to Tom, a deep frown etched his features. "You. How dare you come in here and try taking advantage of my secretary?"

"Excuse me?" Tom asked the same time I said, 'huh?'

"Fester seemed to be so sure of you. You have no idea what you have just done and I promise you are going to regret it." Chad threatened. All my years of working with Chad, I had encountered different kinds of anger but never one like now.

I knew I should open my mouth to defend Tom and tell Chad the truth but I was taken aback by the fact that he was defending me, and that alone rendered me speechless.

"Out. Get out of here, now." Chad ordered Tom in the same boss manner he constantly used on me. Tom tried to speak for himself but Chad was not allowing it.

"Sir you're mistaken, it's not-" He began, trailing off at Chad's raised voice.

"Don't make me call security on you!" He warned. My heart began to race faster in its cage as fear took its firm grip on me. There was no way in the world this was the same Chad that found me flawed.

"Sir, he..." I opened my mouth to say but Chad cut me off just like he'd done with Tom.

He let go of my hand and turned to face me, his hands holding my arms in place while his eyes ran all over my body, pausing for more than ten seconds on my boobs. My cheeks grew red in embarrassment from the action. He finally took his eyes off my breasts and stared into my eyes.

"Are you okay? Did he force you to do this? Did he hurt you?" He asked all at once. I could no longer keep his gaze and so I stared at my feet like they would solve my problem.

"I'm- I'm fine..." I stuttered. He seemed to realize just then that Tom was still standing in the office. He turned to look at him with a red face.

"Are you still standing here or do you really want to taste my fist?" He frowned, raising a hand in the air.

"Mr Bush!" I screamed, pulling his arm down. I turned to Tom with a frown, "won't you leave now?" I was boiling at the moment. I wished he would just go before things actually got worse.

"But Nikki..." Tom frowned, opening his mouth to speak against Chad's will.

I interrupted him with a harsh slap across his cheeks. "Just go!" I glowered at him.

He was taken aback by my action as he stared at me in shock, rubbing at his cheek. He looked between Chad and I on repeat, glaring devilish at us both, then reluctantly bending down to retrieve his belt from the floor.

He held his pants in place with his hands, walking out of my office looking ragged and ruffled, slamming the door in so much anger.

The moment he left, realization seemed to dawn on me just then that it was only Chad and I left in the office. The air around seemed to have grown choking and I looked at everything in the office except him.

"What really happened?" He seemed a lot calmer now that Tom was gone. "I heard noises coming from in here and I could only wonder what more a secretary would want. Fester would be so disappointed..." He ranted on, the harshness restored in his tone.

-"Sir..."

-"Don't worry, there would be charges pressed against him, I can promise you that."

-"Sir, I..."

-"He will regret it for the rest of his life, you will see."

-"Sir..."

-"He won't get away with it, I promise."

He was beginning to get on my nerves for not listening to my opinion on this. Angered, I slammed my hand against the desk. That seemed to finally have gained his attention as he kept shut and paid attention to me

"Sir, he- he wasn't forcing me." I said in a low voice. That was almost a lie because I hadn't wanted to make out, It was my only way out of confrontation.

"What?" Chad's brows drew together in askance.

"I... He is my boyfriend." I gulped, swallowing really hard as I said the words.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.