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To: @GetMeOuttaHere – Yeah, he’s a #BILF but I don’t think that’ll happen. And no, I didn’t tell him. Yet. It wasn’t the right time. Today’s not a good day.

To: @EAinHellVA – It’s never a good day. Do you really h8 working w/him that much? Cause from what you’ve said before, you like him.

To: @GetMeOuttaHere – … On a good day, he’s an asshole to the nth degree. I just can’t take it anymore. He never says thank you. Def don’t appreciate what I do 4 him. All he does is growl and stomp around the office like a damn bully.

To: @EAinHellVA – I think u should try 2 make him see what he’ll be missing. The man irks you. I get it. But u also said he makes you want to jump his bones.

To: @GetMeOuttaHere – When I look at him, I can’t decide if I want to fuck him or kill him.

To: @EAinHellVA – Wait, so if “boss I’d like to fuck” is #BILF, does that mean “boss I’d like to kill” is #BILK? LOL!

To: @GetMeOuttaHere – Don’t make me laugh. He demanded I buy another dress for another event. Why doesn’t your boss make you do stupid shit like that?

To: @EAinHellVA – Because he hates me. He doesn’t even talk to me half the time. Some days, I just want to curl up and cry, but I got bills to pay.

To: @EAinHellVA – Have you tried out the smaller group “How to Let Your Boss Know You’re Resigning” yet? You might get some ideas from them.

To: @GetMeOuttaHere – Not yet, but I’ll go look tonight. Okay, gotta go. The Dictator is yelling at someone on the phone. Again. I need to take a damn break from him.

To: @EAinHellVA – Ok. Cool. Let me know what happens when u tell him ur leaving. Maybe I’ll follow ur lead and finally get the hell outta this place.

It was always good to talk with my Boss Be Damned chat buddy. I had no idea where she was or what company she worked for, but we connected a few months ago on the chat and became fast internet/chat friends. It was nice having someone to vent to and talk about how miserable our bosses made us. From my desk, I continued to hear King yelling at someone. Whoever it was probably wished they’d made a different decision when they woke up this morning and never engaged with King. The man was a damn bully.

Then again, who was I to judge? I needed to focus on myself. It was time for me to do something drastic. It was time I put my needs first. Now that my thoughts were clearer, I knew if I wanted to change my life, I would have to do it soon. If I wasn’t getting what I wanted from my job search here in northern Virginia, then it was time I looked elsewhere.

Eventually, something would need to give, and I had a feeling it would be my sanity.

Chapter Two

King

Y

es, I’m the fucking King.

It’s more than just a name. It’s who the fuck I am.

King of my world.

King of my business.

And one day, Nyla Robinson will be my Queen, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

She thought I didn’t know that she mumbled under her breath every time I demanded she attend events with me or got in her feelings whenever I asked her to buy a new dress so she could be by my side. I wasn’t trying to buy her, but she was the woman I chose to have at my side when we attended these bigwig events. To me, she would always be the most beautiful woman in the room, no matter what she wore. But I also wanted the other women to know they could never hold a candle to her.

Just thinking about her curvy form and thick ass encased in a tight-fitting, floor-length formal gown made my dick harden. I know she thought I didn’t notice the little things about her or how much I monopolized her life.

Damn right I did.

And it didn’t matter what she thought she knew about me or my motives. All that mattered was what I needed from her. To be there. With me. Letting every motherfucker in our vicinity know who the fuck she belonged to.

Even after all this time working with me, this woman still thought I didn’t know she was trying to leave me. She had been with me for over five years, and every day was a test of my control. Nyla knew more about me than anyone else. My likes and dislikes. What pissed me off. What soothed me. The woman took care of me in ways she didn’t even know about.

Watching her ass sway from side to side as she walked out of my office almost brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. What was that saying? Oh yeah, ‘ass so fat, it’ll make you cry.’ That was my sweet, sassy Nyla. Little did she know, the more she pushed back on me, the more I wanted her ass up, face down, in my bed, as I fucked her into oblivion.

Soon. That day is coming soon enough.

From the first moment I saw her, there was no other choice but to keep her close. My brother, Jagger, gave me shit about it to this day, but I didn’t give a fuck. The only thing holding me back from bending her big, beautiful ass over the desk in my office and fucking her every day was the fact that she wasn’t ready for me just yet.

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