I’m lost in the feelings when Tillie’s face flashes again, and it’s like something clicks in my brain. I realize I’m jerking off, thinking about my arch-nemesis. Regretfully, my hand falls from my aching cock, and I let my erection go to waste. Rather than finding relief, my muscles tense, and a flicker of anger seeps through me. She weaseled her way into my brain in a moment when I was feeling good, and now all I can do is plot my revenge for crawling into my mind and invading the space that’s reserved only for Katie.
TILLIE
About to start another day of work on Recoil’s PR. I’m walking into the office when Oliver steps out, looking right at me.
“Tillie, can I have a progress report, please?”
“Sure, I’ll just grab my stuff and be right in.”
He nods with a smile, heading back into the boardroom. I swear he spends more time in there than in his office.
Stopping by my office, I grab the Recoil folders and my MacBook computer bag, then head down to the boardroom. I take a seat next to Oliver as he sips his coffee and reads something on his cell.
“So, how’s everything looking for the band on social media?”
I bring up my folder to pull out the files. Upon opening the folder, a torrent of rainbow glitter falls out everywhere—all over the desk, all over me, all over the floor. “What the fuck?” I spit out.
Oliver shakes his head slightly.
I grit my teeth and try to wipe up the mess by cupping my hand, but Oliver reaches out to stop me. “Leave it. I’ll have a cleaner come in.”
Shaking my head, I flare my nostrils. “I’m going to kill Ryan for this.”
“Are the files on your MacBook?” Oliver smirks, actually smirks.
With a sigh of relief, I nod. “Yes. Thank God. Everything’s backed up on it.” I open my carry bag and go to pull out said MacBook. My eyes open wide and tense up as panic ripples through me when I pull it from my bag. It’s also covered in rainbow glitter. I can’t help but scream out in annoyance. “No. No. No. No. No,” I mutter, wiping off the outside of the lid. Slowly, I open the computer, and it powers on automatically—only to reveal glitter everywhere, coating the keyboard. Suddenly, there’s a loud bang, and the screen goes dark. I slump in my chair, tears welling in my eyes, and sigh. “Wow,” I murmur.
“I honestly didn’t think Ryan had this in him. He must be really pissed off to resort to this level of childishness,” Oliver says.
“You think?” I snap out harshly.
He winces and looks at me with sympathy. “I’ll buy you a new one. You backed everything up, right?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, it’s all in the cloud. It’s just, well, my grandma gave me this MacBook before she… passed away.” A single tear forms in my eye, but I won’t let it fall. I won’t let him get the better of me.
“I’m sorry, Tillie. I’ll talk to him, tell him this kind of behavior is unacceptable.”
“It’s okay. It will probably make matters worse. I know I have to prove how valuable I can be to him, although I am unsurewhy. There is certainly something there, in the way he acts toward me.”
He smiles, squeezing my hand, but says nothing.
“Sorry about the mess. I’ll try to get a report to you as soon as I’m able.”
“Don’t stress, Tillie. Let me get a new one to you this afternoon, and you can show it to me then.”
The guys suddenly appear in the doorway and filter into the boardroom. When they see the rainbow glitter, they all pause, looking at the mess sprawled across the floor and table.
All but Ryan appear shocked.
Ryan is trying to hide a smirk.
“Come in, guys. We’re just having a meeting about some new ideas for your concerts. Wait for it…” I pause for effect, “… glitter bombs. We can glitter bomb the crowds, have them sparkling under the strobe lights.” My voice drips with sarcasm.
Oliver smirks as Ryan purses his lips.
“Really, wouldn’t that kinda be an Occ Health and Safety Issue?” Nate asks.
“Hmm… yes, probably true. Best keep glitter bombs to a minimum in thefuture,heyboys?” I jab, looking directly at Ryan, who has the audacity to smile. “Never know what type of priceless artifact you might completelyfuckup,” I say a little harsher.
