Taming Mr. Black

Thirty Five

Naomi's POV

It's nearly close to lunch break and I'm yet to be done with work. My hands work on my computer, with my mind and soul already at Killian's office. I just can't stop thinking about our sexual encounter. It feels as if I'm just losing my virginity for the second time when I lost it a long time ago.

Last night was the best night of my life. Killian barely had his hands off my body throughout last night. After we made love for the second time last night, we went to bed with his hand on my breast, cupping it in his hand as if by dawn I'll be gone. It was sweet, and last night felt so romantic, it made me feel like I'm just losing my virginity over again.

And then, this morning in the shower, with me pressed against the wall and him in between my legs, slamming in and out of me slow and fast at the same time, it was the best thing I have ever experienced. Maybe it's time I accept that my sexual life with my past boyfriends was shit. My past relationships might not be that great, the sex wasn't that great either. Being with Killian is something I haven't experienced before and I have a feeling he's just getting started with me. This morning, I skipped out of the office. The minute I signed in and logged in to my computer, I rushed to the nearest pharmacy to shop for contraceptives and birth control. It was strange buying them, considering I've never been with any man for over a year and I stopped contraceptives when I broke up with George. In fact, I made sure we always used condoms. I was more scared of getting pregnant for George than getting infected with STDs.

Weird, right?

Yup.

"I wonder what's going on in that head of yours?" Stefan's voice snaps me from my train of thought.

"Hey." I greet him, raising my head up from my computer.

"Hi. What's up? You look so invested in whatever you're doing."

"Yeah, sorry. Had to run this quick for Mr. Knight."

"I figured. Hey, do you have any idea if Jamie is seeing anyone?" Stefan asks.

I give him a look and he blushes.

"I'm not… My friend is the one interested."

I tilt my head to the side, as I give Stefan a 'I'm-not-a-child-so-cut-the-bullshit look'

"Right. You already knew."

"Just take it as I'm actually observant. Very observant. I see the way you look at him sometimes. Like you wanna jump on him and tear his clothes off."

"What? Naomi, you can't say that." He whines and rolls his eyes as he scans the environment.

I look around too, confused as to why he's afraid of people finding out he has a crush on Jamie.

"What? Is there, like, a policy here that forbids a relationship between co-workers?" I ask.

He sighs. "No."

"Oh. You're not out? Fully out?" I ask him. Stefan shoots me a glare. In return, I give him a friendly smile.

"I understand now. I won't say shit."

"Thank you."

"A little advice though, you shouldn't care about what these people are going to say. Your happiness should matter most."

Stefan smiles. "Thanks. But, do you know if he's seeing anyone?"

"Nope. I can ask him if you want."

"Please, don't."

"It's cool. Jamie is out and proud, and he's really sweet. You two will make a great couple."

"Yeah. Just like you and Mr. Black." Stefan says. My blood runs cold suddenly as I look at him suspiciously.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, that slipped out wrong."

"We're not together." I lie and Stefan gives me one of his own looks.

"Really, Naomi? It's fine. I mean, for me, I really don't care who you are together with, just as long as you're happy and careful."

"Are people talking?" I ask.

"Well… you know they find you as a competition so they'll definitely talk shit. But they don't have proof, just stupid assumptions, and dumb rumors. It's nothing serious."

"So…"

"I know because you're not the only observant one, Naomi." Stefan smirks. "I see the way you look at him too."

"We barely see, Stefan. He's always in his office and he barely ever comes to this side of the building."

"True." He sighs. "Fine, I saw you stepped out of his car this morning and I just assumed something's going on between you two."

"It's not what you think."

"I know." Stefan smiles at me.

Now it's my turn to sigh.

"Just be careful, okay? For some crazy reason, all the bitches in this office want to have Mr. CEO all to themselves." Stefan says with a small smirk. "So they're willing to say any shit possible and even start a rumor HR won't be pleased to hear. And that will not be good, especially for you, honey."

"I know." I sigh. "But, thanks anyway. You're sweet."

"Please." He waves me off, blushing terribly. "Will you really talk to Jamie?"

I gasp dramatically. "You pussy."

Stefan laughs.

"I'm asking him if he's seeing anyone and I'm not calling your name. You should man up and talk to him like a real gentleman."

"Thank you. I just need to be sure he's not taken."

"I don't think he is though."

With a simple nod and a small smile, Stefan walks away and I continue my work. Lunch break will soon be here and I need to hand this to Raymond before that time.

A message notification pops up at the bottom of my computer screen. I sigh and click on it, surprised to see a message from my best friend.

Bianca: Hey, slut.

I smile and look around, pleased to see everyone busy working and doing something less interesting. I click on the keyboard to send Bianca a reply. She knows I'm at work and I don't need distractions, especially from her.

And Raymond won't mind if I drop his paperwork a little too late, right?

Me: What the hell, Bia! What are you doing sending me messages to my work computer? How did you get my work email?

She sends a response instantly.

BIANCA: Stop panicking, sweetheart. I missed you, you weren't home last night. As usual, you didn't text or call me to tell me you won't be coming home. I almost got a panic attack. You need to stop doing that.

I chuckle quietly before I type a response back.

ME: Sorry. Got carried away. Aren't you supposed to be working right now?

BIANCA: Yeah. I wanted to make sure you're okay. Did you get the D last night?

ME: Ew, Bia.

BIANCA: (Laughing Emoji) I know you did. You little slut. Was it good?

ME: Seriously, I am very much uncomfortable discussing that with you, especially while texting through my work computer.

BIANCA: Oh come on, it can't be that bad.

I bite my thumbnail, eyes looking around for any prying eyes before I text Bianca back.

ME: When I get home, we can talk about that. I seriously don't want to talk about my sex life with my work computer.

BIANCA: Alright. I can't wait to have you back at home. Your new man seems to be taking you away from me very often. (Crying emoji) You don't know how lonely the apartment is right now.

ME: Aww. I'm sorry. You owe me a lot of info about Lucky. I can't believe you two are over.

BIANCA: We were better off apart. He's great, he's just not what I want. Plus, he's so like Dean, that fucking dickwad. Also, I'm seeing someone new. He's great, got a child, you will like him.

ME: A father? Bianca, what the hell?

BIANCA: Oh, come on. He's great. You will like him. And oh, I maybe, might have, kinda, told George you worked at KB TECH.

Oh, God. She can't be serious. Why would she do that? I kept my place of work from George for a reason. I don't want him coming over here to drop me lunch because he's sweet to that extent. Killian still thinks I'm not over my ex yet. Little did he know I'm over George a very, very long time ago.

ME: Why would you do that?

BIANCA: I saw him at my place of work today, probably here for a meeting. He was surprised to see me. We talked and he asked about you. I told him you worked at Killian Black's office now. I seriously didn't know you didn't tell him. So it's not my fault. Plus, he didn't look like he was over you yet. I told you not to go out with him, but now he's still hung up on you. He probably thinks you still like him.

"Chatting during work hours?" Amber's dreadful voice makes me jerk as I quickly exit my messages with Bianca.

I look at Amber, not bothering to hide my irritation.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"Well, I need you to work on an ad for a product we're supposed to be marketing online."

"Can't someone else do that?"

"Well, I heard you're one of the best we have." Amber smirks at me.

I roll my eyes.

"I can't right now. Give it to somebody else. Also, we have people who specifically work on ads for marketing purposes. You can talk to Stefan. Creating ads for marketing reasons is not my job, Amber." I remind her.

Why does this bitch want me to flip on purpose? I've been trying to keep my cool while I work in the shadows ever since I got a job here. But trouble in the name of Amber keeps tickling my tail, waiting for me to finally snap.

Amber and I are in a staring match, with none of us bothering to back down from staring daggers at each other.

"We all know what's going on here, Naomi. You think we don't see you sneak into the CEO's office? You're a little slut, Naomi, and that's what you'll always be. You think I don't know you worked in a fucking club before you got here. Always dressed like a little slut as you wait tables while these men grope you everywhere, every fucking night. The fact that you're trying to throw yourself at the CEO doesn't make you special, it just makes you a little, dirty whore. And news flash, skank, you can't be anything important to him. You'll just be another random whore for the week. And oh, when shit hits the fan, when people find out who you truly are, and when HR finally gets to know the whole truth on how you finally got a job here, you will regret why you were ever born. You'll wish you never looked for a job here. Mr. Black is rich, and he's going to easily get out of any scandal and you will be left alone to handle all the shits thrown your way. You know why? Because you're nothing, and you're always gonna be nothing." Amber finishes and I just stare at her, with both my ears bringing out imaginary steam.

Every day, I walk into the break room and these women act like I don't belong here like they Co-founded KB TECH. Like they're some kind of important investors. Every day I had to pretend they weren't talking shit about me or gossiping about me. Every day I have to pretend I am okay with it when I'm trying so hard not to flip and beat the shit out of someone.

And as I stare at Amber, all I want to do right now is just slap her. Pull her away from my desk and punch the shit out of her. But I can't. I don't want to. I have self-control. I was trained by a well-respected mother and a great father. I had proper home training and I know how to fight women like Amber without really fighting them.

"When you're done, please, excuse me, I have work to do." I smile at Amber as I continue my work.

I don't miss the disappointed look on her face. I know she expected me to retaliate, to start a fight with her, so she will have something to pin on me and then report me to HR.

Little did she know I'm smarter than her.

"Is something going on here?" Killian's baritone voice makes me look up from my work.

He's standing by my desk, with Amber already standing upright and looking down. She can't look him in the eyes. I notice most workers at their desk pretends to work as they eavesdrop.

"Nothing." I say.

Killian turns to look at me as he gives me a worried look before he masks it with his stoic expression.

"Why are you here, Ms. Stewart?" Killian directs his question at Amber.

"Oh, I was asking Ms. Alderson for her help. I needed help creating an ad for marketing online."

"Is that her job?" Killian asks.

"I'm… I don't… I just thought she was good at it." Amber stutters.

"You just thought?" Killian glares at Amber as he looks at every employee in their cubicles. "Is this what y'all do?" He speaks loudly this time and I'm embarrassed.

What is he doing exactly?

"Bully workers below you because you're in a higher position?" He looks around and everyone looks at the floor. No one can look their CEO in the eye.

They're afraid of him and some workers even see him as a god because of the way he carries himself when he passes you. You just can't look at him in his fiery, piercing gray eyes.

"In KB Tech, we treat people as equals. We treat each other equally, and not bully each other. If I hear any single complaint concerning verbal bullying from anyone, bear in mind you'll be dropped off your position and you'll be sent home, and I'll make sure you won't get a recommendation from this company when you decide to apply for another job in another place. I don't want to hear it. If you have a job, do your job and mind your damn business." He passes a message to everyone as he looks at Amber.

She's physically frightened and embarrassed as she looks at the floor. Killian takes a step towards Amber and brings his voice down for only Amber's ears, but I hear it.

"If I ever see you near Ms. Alderson's desk again, I'll make sure you get escorted out of my premises, and I'll make sure I take it upon myself that you don't ever get a job elsewhere, except you want me to write that you're an inconsiderate, intolerable, lazy, bad-mouth, and a whoring, lying worker to your next boss. I'm sure you don't want that?" Killian whispers as Amber's eyes go wide. She's about to cry.

"Do you understand?" Killian asks, burning holes through Amber's skin.

"Yes." She voices out.

"Get out." He tells her and she scurries away.

Killian looks around and everyone pretends to go back to work. He turns to look at me, his worried look is back on his face and I roll my eyes. I hate pity. And I hate it when people act like this. I'm not a child, I can fight my battles myself. I know we're now in a relationship and it's his job to look out for me and maybe take care of me, but I can very much handle Amber myself. It's obvious she's an over-pampered, spoiled rich brat with mommy issues.

"In my office, Ms. Alderson. I need to have a word with you." Killian says, with his piercing gray eyes staring into my eyes.

He doesn't give me room for argument as he leaves.

Well, fuck.