25
Rebecca
After daysof introspection and asking questions that only he held the answers to, I resolved myself to a confrontation. I called Lexie and told her to get me on Mr. Ryker’s schedule for an hour-long meeting where we’d hash it out. Either I’d get my answers, or I’d quit.
Because I was tired of being strong.
I was tired of being the woman everyone thought they could throw under the bus. I was tired of being the person people thought they could throw into the flames and watch burn. I was tired of dealing with the brunt of everyone’s manipulation and insecurities while having to put a smile on my face because they thought they could bulldoze me into submission.
For once, I wanted to give it over to someone instead of having it taken from me.
For once, I wanted to stop being the strong, silent woman that took on everyone else’s burdens.
For once, I wanted someone to give a shit about how I felt.
“Where are you going all dressed up like that?” Brit asked.
I snaked my way into the elevator without even answering her. My gaze found hers and she scoffed as if I had done something disgusting to her, and I wondered if everyone in my life would be as selfish as my sister. Brit didn’t care what she had done to me and the position she had put me in. JoJo didn’t care about what he did to my mind and my own self-esteem. My sister didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything, my parents defended her as if she were always right, and I was alone.
I was always so fucking alone in this world.
I’m going to put my fate in his hands and see what he does with it.
“He’s expecting you, Miss Rebecca.”
Lexie’s voice caught my ear as I stood in front of JoJo’s door. I drew in a deep breath and fluffed my hair one last time before letting myself into his office. I found his chair turned away from me, completely cloaking him from the entrance to his office as I closed the door behind me.
And after flipping the lock, I went to sit in the chair in front of his desk.
“Joseph.”
He grunted. “Yes?”
I furrowed my brow. “Are you alright?”
He groaned. “Why must everyone always ask me that question?”
“Because two weeks have gone by and you haven’t so much as sent me an itinerary for my days. Is this your way of firing me?”
And when he swiveled around, I saw that he had his dick in his hand.
“Does it look like I’m about to fire you?”
My eyes fell to his swollen erection. “I was on your schedule.”
He stroked his cock. “I know.”
My eyes slowly found his. “So, why is your dick in your hand?”
He groaned a little deeper. “You tell me, since you seem to have all the answers as to how to run your world within my company.”
This could be dangerous, giving my future over to him.“Mr. Ryker, we need to talk.”
And as if I hadn’t seen enough, he stood and let his pants slide down to his ankles. “Fine, then go ahead and talk.”
I watched as he slowly, and achingly stroked himself in front of me. I tried my hardest not to lick my lips as I watched a droplet of precum escape from the top. He swiped his thumb over it and moved over to me, his pants raking against the floor.
Then, he brought his shining thumb to my lips. “Open.”
