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Air failed to escape her lungs, pushed down into a dark abyss as she struggled to breathe. The same dream haunted her for the past month. Beeping and pain. Blood and sorrow. Those were the elements that stood out the most. The blood always faded first, followed by the pain and beeping, but the sorrow always remained. Except for today.
Today the beeping was incessant.
“For the love of God! Turn off that damn alarm!”
Sonya’s eyes popped open at the sound of Cee Cee’s voice, darting towards her wrist, which was fine and then up to her alarm clock.
6:10
“Shit!”
How did she oversleep again? She pressed the silence button on her alarm and threw the comforter off her warm body only to be greeted with frigid air. The two temperatures flirting with each other as they found a compromise.
Letting her feet touch the cold floor, Sonya went through her daily routine like a zombie.
Shower, brush teeth, get dressed and go to work.
But as she thought of leaving for work she was reminded of the monstrosity that sat outside where her baby should be. And instantly Sonya was pissed off again. There was no way in hell she was riding to work in that gas guzzler. So, she put her pajamas back on and went into the kitchen to have her breakfast.
Cee Cee was already in the kitchen drinking what smelled like coffee. That’s what she needed…coffee.
“Sonya? Why aren’t you dressed? You’re going to be late for work.”
Stepping past her to pour her own much needed cup of Java, she simply shrugged her shoulders.
“Not going.”
“Not going?” Cee Cee repeated behind her.
“Yeah. No car,” she answered as if that was obvious.
There was a brief pause before she heard laughter.
“Then what is that sitting outside?”
“An eyesore,” Sonya murmured as she took her first sip of coffee. Too hot. Walking to the refrigerator she pressed the ice machine and placed two ice cubes into her coffee watching them melt. A few seconds passed before she sipped on her warm coffee. Ah, sweet nirvana.
“Sonya! It’s your car.”
“No. It’s Mr. Sinclair’s car.”
“Trent. He said to call him Trent.”
“Yeah, well I’m not doing that,” she scoffed drinking more of her liquid ambrosia.
“Son—” she was cut off as a knock echoed through the room.
“Who could that be at 7:15 in the morning,” she asked looking down at her watch.
Before Sonya could answer she watched Cee Cee walk out of the kitchen towards the living room. Seconds later she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
“Oooo. You’re in trouble,” she sang.
“What?” Sonya turned, only to stop and blink a couple of times. In front of her was her boss. Trenton Sinclair. Of course, he was dressed to kill in a suit that probably cost more than the rent she helped pay. Not to mention his perfect hair and perfect shoes. Moving her eyes back up she watched as he smirked at her, having caught her giving him a once over.
“Hi Sonya.”
“Mr. Sinclair.”
It was her turn to smirk as she watched his jaw twitch. It let her know that he really didn’t like her to call him that, but this time he didn’t push the issue. Instead he took a step towards her and spoke in his most authoritative tone.
“Get dressed. We have a meeting in an hour.”
“Sorry Mr. Sinclair. Can’t.”
“And why not?”
“No transportation. My car’s in the shop,” she answered, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Sonya, the car outside is yours.”
A scoff escaped her mouth.
“No strings attached.”
“There are always strings,” she whispered behind her mug.
“Not this time. So, get dressed,” he paused. “Now.”
“No. Have a nice day, Mr. Sinclair,” she dismissed him turning her back on him again.
“Uh oh,” Cee Cee laughed.
“What the fu—” she began as her mug hit the floor shattering on impact.
Smack
“Language!”
Did he just spank me?
“We’re leaving Cam. See bursa escort you tonight,” Trenton yelled.
“I’m in pajamas you ass.”
Smack
“Ow. Stop doing that.”
“Then stop cursing. Besides you had a chance to change.”
“Mr. Sinclair,” Sonya yelled as they got closer to the front door.
Silence.
“Mr. Sinclair.”
More silence
The sound of the door opening caused panic to well up in her chest. “Trenton! Fine! You win! You win!” she gasped. The sharp inhale and exhale of air causing her chest to hurt.
“You’ll get dressed?”
Silence.
“Okay,” he whispered opening the door wider.
“Yes! I’ll get dressed.”
“Thank you,” he smiled.
“Can you put me down now?
“Say please,” he laughed.
“Please,” she murmured.
“Now say Trent,” he goaded.
“Don’t you two have a meeting,” a laugh cut through the tension. Heat spread through her body as she looked up to see Cee Cee holding back a smile of her own. How long had she been there? Hell, how long had Sonya been hanging over her boss’s shoulder?
“Uh yeah,” Trenton finally whispered while putting her down.
“I’ll be in the car Sonya. You’re riding with me since you won’t take your own car.”
“It’s not my car,” she yelled to the closed door as she turned and disappeared from the room.
***
Trees zoomed by as the duo sped down the highway. Sonya had purposely taken her time getting dressed. If he wanted her compliance he would have to earn it. Especially after the car debacle. As a result, they were running late, and Trenton was fuming. This only made Sonya smile a little more than it should.
Stopping at a red light, she dared to look over at him only to see him glaring at the car beside them. It’s ruby red exterior gleamed under the rays of the sun as the owner revved his engine repeatedly. The light turned green seconds later and the ruby red Camaro sped forward leaving the duo in its dust.
“Asshole,” they both said.
Sonya turned her head to see Trenton looking at her as well. Her eyes stared into his cobalt ones until the sound of honking broke their gaze.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at Maxwell Towing and Auto Dealership. Sonya’s head jerked to the side as she realized where they were going.
“This is our meeting?”
When she got no answer, she turned her gaze towards the building she’d been in the day before.
“Come on,” Trenton spoken and then left her all alone. Stopping only when he realized she wasn’t following him. Her feet touched dirt and gravel as she trudged her way towards him. His back turned to her as they stepped towards the door labeled office. Once inside Sonya looked around again. Still nice and tidy.
“Yo, Max!”
“Is that how you always greet each other?”
“No.”
“Sinclair! Bought time you showed up. Joe owes me fifty bucks,” he laughed.
“Fifty bucks? Why?”
“After you two left yesterday I told him what happened. He bet me she’d either kill you or castrate you,” Max laughed.
“There’s still time,” she smiled.
The laughter stopped as Max turned towards her. “I think I love you,” he smiled.
This time it was Sonya’s turn to laugh followed by Max. Trenton did not follow suit.
“If you’re done can we get down to business?”
“Sorry man. She’s awesome. You should keep her.”
“I’m not a possession.”
“No, you’re not,” he smiled. “You got a smart mouth,” he whispered then leaned down and whispered something into Sonya’s ear that Trenton couldn’t hear.
“What?” she stuttered.
A wink was all she got.
“Max, you done?”
As she turned to Trenton, Sonya could see the scowl that graced his face, this time directed towards his friend. Sonya’s eyes darted back to Max who just winked again causing her to blush.
I can think of something you can do with that smart mouth.
The words bursa escort bayan he had whispered echoed in her head on a loop. She had never been so happy to have a dark complexion as she was right now.
“Why are we here again? Is my car ready,” Sonya asked hopeful.
It didn’t escape her attention that Max looked at Trenton. Or that Trenton nodded back but appeared to have tensed up.
“What?”
“Yes,” Max started. “Your rust bucket is fixed.”
“Holy shit!” Sonya laughed.
“Language,” the two men echoed at the same time.
Ignoring them, Sonya lunged at Max and gave him a huge kiss on the cheek. She never even saw Trenton move as two hands pulled her against a muscled frame.
“Sorry,” Sonya gasped as she looked up at a cocky smile.
“You should probably wait to be overjoyed, but I’ll take another kiss if you’re giving them out.”
“Max,” a growl sounded through the room.
Max’s smile only got bigger.
“What Max is trying to say is you can have your car back. On one condition.”
“Condition? It’s already my car.”
“Yes. An unsafe—”
“Out of date,” Max jumped in.
“Eye sore,” Trenton finished.
“With sentimental value,” Sonya stated.
“Like?”
Her eyes closed for a moment and then flew open. “Like none of your damn business. Keys?” She asked looking towards Max. Again his eyes went to Trenton.
“Maxwell! Keys!” she yelled.
“Okay so here’s the thing her half pint,” Max started.
“Don’t call me that.”
“I kind of agree with Sinclair’s condition. Sorry,” he smiled.
The hell he was.
“So, Mr. Sinclair. What is this condition?” Sonya asked after giving them both death stares. She only stopped because it didn’t seem to have an affect on either of them.
“There are 3 conditions actually. More like rules.”
When Sonya didn’t ask what they were Trento began speaking.
“1, you will call me Trenton when we are alone. No more of this Mr. Sinclair bullshit.”
“Language,” Sonya said, throwing his words back at him.
“Yes, speaking of language. Every time you swear that’s one smack to the ass. You already have two racked up from that holy shit and damn outburst a few moments ago.”
“You’re not smacking or spanking me.”
“And 3, you are to come and live with me for 3 months so that I can make up for the 72 hours that I screwed up. One month for each day you were supposed to be in my care.”
Silence.
“Why?”
“Yeah. Why, Sinclair,” Max smiled.
Glaring at his friend he looked back down at Sonya and felt all his anger melt away. “I need a personal assistant that can breathe my life and knows it inside and out. This is the best way to achieve that goal.”
“And the spankings?” she raised her eyebrows.
“That was my idea,” Max cut in.
“Of course, it was,” she frowned.
“Do we have a deal?”
Sonya bit at her lower lip as she thought about his proposition. Could she live with him for 3 months? Granted this time she wasn’t going to try to kill herself. But could she say the same for not trying to kill him?
“Sonya?”
“No spankings,” she stated.
“The spankings stay.”
“No—”
“They stay. Take it or leave it.”
When she shot daggers his way he only smiled. “Tick tock.”
“Fine,” she spat.
How serious could he be about all of this anyway?
****
“You jerk,” she yelled.
“It was only five,” he smiled.
He had really spanked her. She had gotten mad at him for holding her car hostage and cursed his ass out. He said she could have her car after the three months was up. That he didn’t trust her to not take the car and then leave. Of course, she would have done that, but it pissed her off that he knew it too. And now she was rubbing her sore bottom as she looked at him with something akin to hatred, but stronger.
“And it was over your escort bursa jeans. So, you barely even felt it.”
A scoff was her only response.
“Isn’t this sexual harassment?”
“Probably,” he smirked.
“You’re an -“
“I’d think about that before you say it,” he smiled again.
Closing her mouth, Sonya glared at him once more. Why did he care so much if she swore? It was what kept her grounded sometimes. Fuck him and his rules. He couldn’t police her mind, so she’d just curse at him from there. Fuck you Mr. Sinclair and your shitty ass rules. A sigh escaped her mouth as she smiled back at him. Two can play this game.
When he saw that she was smiling back he became a little worried but decided to let it go. He had her for three months and he needed to figure out the real reason he came up with these conditions. At first it was just going to be that she just call him Trent, but as she started cursing at him he couldn’t help but want to bend her over his knee and tear that ass up.
The reaction had caught him off guard at first. He wasn’t a violent man. Not into anything remotely resembling BDSM, that was all his buddy Max. Yet after the first smack to her ass a vibration of arousal coursed through his body. She had yelled fuck as loud as she could which earned her another smack. And even though she yelled her protest, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like in lingerie or better yet naked.
It wasn’t the first time he had pictured her naked, but for the first time in his life he was wondering if maybe he wasn’t as straight laced as he thought. Maybe I will look into this BDSM stuff he pondered as his train of thought was interrupted.
“Excuse me!”
Blinking slowly at the outburst, Trent looked to his left at where the voice had come from. There stood a still angry Sonya with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face still held that disdain that he had come to know and somehow admire. This only brought another smile to his face.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Sinclair, what would you like me to do now that you have effectively abused me?”
“First off I did not abuse you. I spanked you. Secondly, what are you supposed to call me when we are not at work?”
Sonya’s eyes moved towards the floor and then back to the man in front of her. “Fine. Trenton.”
“Trent,” he corrected.
“Trenton. Take it or leave it,” she smirked, throwing his words back in his face.
Sonya frowned when he laughed instead of becoming upset. She was trying to make him just as miserable, but it seemed he thought her defiance was funny.
“Okay. You can call me Trenton. It’s just weird. Only my mom calls me that.”
Ignoring his statement, Sonya walked over to his office desk and sat down. She didn’t miss the fact that he moved much closer to her as she took a pen and paper from his stationary to take notes.
“First off, what are we going to tell CeeCee? She is going to want to know why I need to live with you to be an effective assistant when other executive assistants do just fine at their own homes.”
“I’ll handle Cameron.”
“I’d love to be there for that. Please, oh please let me be there for that,” she almost begged as she laughed at him. CeeCee was going to rip into him like a present at Christmas time. Without mercy.
“Sure,” he smirked.
That smirk always jump started her heart just a little. And as always, she needed to just change the subject.
“I’m also going to need a copy of your schedule. Technically, I’ve been with your company for less than a week. Shit! Everyone’s going to think I’m sleeping with you now. Great. Just great.”
“Sonya, no one is going to think we are sleeping together because no one is going to know about our arrangement. At work you will be Ms. Phillips my assistant and I will be Mr. Sinclair, your controlling and hard to deal with boss. You’ll hate me so much that no one would ever think you could be sleeping with me. Plotting my murder, probably.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “You’re right.”
“Of course, I am,” he frowned. “Oh, and by the way, that’s one for later. You and your fascination with the word shit is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” he laughed as he walked away closing the door behind him.
“Shit,” she whispered to the empty room.
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