5 Days a Week: Tuesday (contemporary office romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: V T Turner
it’s your fucking fault!” he snapped. “Who’s else is it?”
She opened her mouth to reply, feeling feeble under his menacing yelling, but he stopped her short with another bombardment. “And don’t say me , don’t try to drag me into this.”
She shook her head slowly, tried to see some semblance of sense behind his flaring, evil eyes. She saw none.
“But, it’s yours as much as mine.”
She saw red, then she saw a blur and before she knew it she was on her knees. He had hit her, slapped her across the face. The shock had sent her to the ground more than the impact, but it still hurt. She held a hand to her face, feeling the heat of his slap as he towered over her.
“You deserved that!” he bellowed, looking like he was going to spit at her.
He looked around as if to see who had witnessed it, then he thrust a menacing finger at her. “Just keep your mouth shut. You and me are finished.”
He turned on his heel and climbed back in his car, leaving Sissy on her knees.
Shelly
She really liked Mark. He was cute and he had an amazing smile. He seemed to be interested in her, but she wasn’t sure if that was just because she was paying a lot of attention to him. She couldn’t tell if he was looking at her and smiling at her a lot because he liked her, or because she was often looking at or smiling at him.
It comforted her to see him in the office, a friendly face in a sea of the unfamiliar. She understood that it was odd that she would consider him a friendly face, she had only known him for a day after all, but he was so warm and approachable. It was equally pleasing to see that Sissy hadn’t shown up for work and the boss wasn’t making his appearance known either. Shelly got on with her work without anyone mentioning the fact that she was late, even Simone at the front desk hadn’t battered an eyelid -- she seemed too busy with her own thoughts, smiling away to herself like some mad woman.
Shelly made a point of mentioning her lateness to Mark, as if she felt she needed to get it off of her chest. She had worked there for two days and for two days she had been late, it wasn’t acceptable, but what was even less acceptable was that no one had mentioned it.
When she was talking to Mark, she saw Matthews hanging around outside his office. Her cheery demeanor vanished, she couldn’t hide the veneer of trepidation that crossed over her features, but she doubted that Mark noticed anything.
She tried to pay attention to Mark as she watched Matthews out of the corner of her eye. He seemed agitated, annoyed, ready to explode. She wondered if he already knew about the affair, wondered if that was why he was angry and why Sissy hadn’t shown up for work.
If that was the case then she needed to tell him what she knew. If he already knew then it was just a matter of time before someone let it slip that Shelly knew, and he wouldn’t be too happy that she had kept it from him. He was her boss after all. She had been late for her first two days and for whatever reason, ignorance or apathy, he had let it slide; she had a feeling he wouldn’t let this slide.
Sissy
She remained on the pavement after he hit her, after she watched him leave. She half expected him to apologize, to blame a moment of madness and pick her up, hold her tightly and beg for forgiveness. She also expected that, after he had gone, he would come back and carry her away in a fit of apologetic tears. But he didn’t apologize and he didn’t come back.
She was too stunned to cry at first, but when the tears came she couldn’t stop. A few people passed her but no one stopped to console her. Eventually a man from behind the counter in the pharmacy came outside, put a consoling arm around her. She looked at him, saw the pity in his eyes as he asked what was wrong.
Moments earlier she had been hiding her angst behind a veil of giddy excitement, taking pride in his
She opened her mouth to reply, feeling feeble under his menacing yelling, but he stopped her short with another bombardment. “And don’t say me , don’t try to drag me into this.”
She shook her head slowly, tried to see some semblance of sense behind his flaring, evil eyes. She saw none.
“But, it’s yours as much as mine.”
She saw red, then she saw a blur and before she knew it she was on her knees. He had hit her, slapped her across the face. The shock had sent her to the ground more than the impact, but it still hurt. She held a hand to her face, feeling the heat of his slap as he towered over her.
“You deserved that!” he bellowed, looking like he was going to spit at her.
He looked around as if to see who had witnessed it, then he thrust a menacing finger at her. “Just keep your mouth shut. You and me are finished.”
He turned on his heel and climbed back in his car, leaving Sissy on her knees.
Shelly
She really liked Mark. He was cute and he had an amazing smile. He seemed to be interested in her, but she wasn’t sure if that was just because she was paying a lot of attention to him. She couldn’t tell if he was looking at her and smiling at her a lot because he liked her, or because she was often looking at or smiling at him.
It comforted her to see him in the office, a friendly face in a sea of the unfamiliar. She understood that it was odd that she would consider him a friendly face, she had only known him for a day after all, but he was so warm and approachable. It was equally pleasing to see that Sissy hadn’t shown up for work and the boss wasn’t making his appearance known either. Shelly got on with her work without anyone mentioning the fact that she was late, even Simone at the front desk hadn’t battered an eyelid -- she seemed too busy with her own thoughts, smiling away to herself like some mad woman.
Shelly made a point of mentioning her lateness to Mark, as if she felt she needed to get it off of her chest. She had worked there for two days and for two days she had been late, it wasn’t acceptable, but what was even less acceptable was that no one had mentioned it.
When she was talking to Mark, she saw Matthews hanging around outside his office. Her cheery demeanor vanished, she couldn’t hide the veneer of trepidation that crossed over her features, but she doubted that Mark noticed anything.
She tried to pay attention to Mark as she watched Matthews out of the corner of her eye. He seemed agitated, annoyed, ready to explode. She wondered if he already knew about the affair, wondered if that was why he was angry and why Sissy hadn’t shown up for work.
If that was the case then she needed to tell him what she knew. If he already knew then it was just a matter of time before someone let it slip that Shelly knew, and he wouldn’t be too happy that she had kept it from him. He was her boss after all. She had been late for her first two days and for whatever reason, ignorance or apathy, he had let it slide; she had a feeling he wouldn’t let this slide.
Sissy
She remained on the pavement after he hit her, after she watched him leave. She half expected him to apologize, to blame a moment of madness and pick her up, hold her tightly and beg for forgiveness. She also expected that, after he had gone, he would come back and carry her away in a fit of apologetic tears. But he didn’t apologize and he didn’t come back.
She was too stunned to cry at first, but when the tears came she couldn’t stop. A few people passed her but no one stopped to console her. Eventually a man from behind the counter in the pharmacy came outside, put a consoling arm around her. She looked at him, saw the pity in his eyes as he asked what was wrong.
Moments earlier she had been hiding her angst behind a veil of giddy excitement, taking pride in his
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