PROJECT GEEK ~ CHAPTER 8

Hello awesome nerds and welcome back to Victorious pages, and a new Project Geek chapter.

I never expected to fall so deeply in love with this story and its characters, and yet here I am to share with you its eighth chapter; a Zac chapter, who’s my darkling Christine’s favourite.

Sit back comfortably, folks, and enjoy!

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Chapter 8

ZAC

I walk inside my office only to find Sasha reaching across my oaken desk to tidy up, her yellow dress leaving little to the imagination. Then again, I’ve seen all there is this chick has to offer and yet… 

When did she get that tattoo? I wonder as I pad towards her and stare at her right thigh, at the black Ouroboros that’s been marked on her skin. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hiss when I’m only a breath away from her.

Sasha flinches and she instantly straightens her back, turning around to face me. Her eyes start and her normally pale skin is now turning pink, as she realises how closely we stand.

“I’m… I’m… Good morning, Mr. Hudson,” she mumbles. “I… I just came to clean a bit before… before today’s meeting.”

“What meeting?” I bark and I regret it the next moment, as the offices door opens and I turn, only to find Sabina standing at the threshold.

“Good. You’re just on time,” Sabina purrs, “for once in your life.”

I glare at her, at that jungle cat that smiles at me, a smile that doesn’t reach her hazel eyes. That bitch will do literally everything to rise in the company’s hierarchy, even if that everything means provoking and belittling the owner’s son; the future owner and current CEO. No matter. Two can play that game.

“Sabina… Don’t lie in front of my assistant,” I say. “She knows first hand that I’m always on time. Right, Sasha?”

I grab Sasha’s waist and pull her closer to me, so that my cock brushes up against her flat stomach, and my ginger lush blushes even worse.

“Hmm?” is all I murmurs I fix my gaze upon her.

“R-Right, Mr. Hudson,” she mumbles and averts her eyes from mine.

“Good,” I say. “Next time you think that you can speak about me, without my consent, remember that moment. And how this,” I growl, pushing my dick harder on her, “was, and still is, the reason why you have a job.”

Sasha flinches again, her eyes flying from me to Sabina, and then back again.

“Don’t get me wrong, gingerbread,” I whisper, leaning closer to her, caressing her lobe with my lips. “You are hot, there’s no doubt about that. But there are others who are hotter. And they can keep their mouths shut, whether my cock’s inside their holes or not.”

Sasha gasps and only then I pull away, only to find her eyes glistening, as tears threaten to spill from them. My assistant turns towards the door, where Sabina still stands, leaning against the casing, and Sasha raises a viperous glare on Bewitched Ink’s most lucrative publicist. Sabina smirks at her and Sasha instantly turns around to fully face me again.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Hudson?” she asks, regaining her composure. Only the dampness around her eyes indicates what happened merely moments ago. That and this voice inside my head that screams that, what I just did, was completely, utterly wrong. Deplorable.

Well, it is what it is. That’s how you survive in this gorgeous world, I think, before taking a deep breath and addressing Sasha once again.

“That’s all,” I say flatly, tilting my head towards the exit of the office, practically ordering Sasha to leave me alone with this viper that ruin my morning awakening.

My assistant tilts her head in response and moves quickly around me, taking the first few steps towards the door. Towards Sabina. Sabina blocks her way but the moment Sasha arrives at the threshold and stands right across her, she elbows Sabina away, a bit fiercer than necessary, judging from the slack-jawed expression on the publicist’s face.

It’s hard to keep my expression indifferent. Especially when Sabina fixates on me again and utters the next words.

“Well played, Zac,” she says, coming at last in the office. “Sometimes, when you speak like that, you’re this close to fooling me.”

“Fooling you?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“Oh yeah… For just a second you made me think that you’re as smart as your pretty face implies,” she chuckles. “Too bad it’s a fraud. Too bad you’re a fraud.”

“You won’t dare…”

“Of course not, babe,” Sabina purrs. “As long as you do exactly as your daddy and I say.”

One day I’ll scrag you, you little vixen!

“And what’s that?” I ask instead.

“Hire the recusants’ second in command,” Sabina says.

“You mean you know who that person is?” I ask and I feel like I know the answer, before Sabina has the chance to speak the words out loud.

“You bet your ass we do,” she purrs. “It took some time for our sources to get to him, but we finally got the bloody bastard. The riots are being incited by Ethan Belcher.”

“Ethan Belcher is dead,” I whisper.

“He’s not,” Sabina murmurs, walking closer to me. “And even if he was, his daughter isn’t.”

Belcher… Ivy Belcher… 

Fuck!

***

I read the article on my phone for the tenth time today, as I stand right across Mummy’s. The coffee shop is packed with people. Completely logical, if you ask me, considering that the Belcher family has, aside from this peculiar café, one of the best catering companies, not only in the city, but in the whole country, too. And being the best in your field means two things; one, you gain a lot of money, and two, you can cover up your lies and schemes with that money, not caring at all about the cost.

Because making people believe that Ethan Belcher is dead, while indeed he is alive, has probably cost a lot. And it will cost them even more, now that I know the truth. Well, it’ll actually cost to one particular person. Ivy Belcher, also known as the Witty Liberal in the rebels’ ranks, according to Sabina.

I’ve got you in my pocket, you little sharp-tongued bitch! Let’s see if you dare to deny my proposal, now that you’ve got so many things to lose, too, I think as I cross the road and stand right outside Mummy’s door, the handle cool against my palm.

I turn the knob and thrust the door open, marching inside the coffee shop. I look around, searching for Ivy, the non-Phi girl that will become my salvation, my leverage against Father dearest, but all I see is that Golden-Ratio-following, brunette chick that came to welcome me the night before. The Golden-Ratio-following chick that happens to be Ivy’s sister and is now prancing towards me.

“Mr. Hudson!” she chips. “What a pleasant surprise to have you two days in a row to our patisserie. I’m so glad my sister didn’t frighten you away. How can I be of service?”

“Actually,” I start, “it’s your sister that could be of service. Can I talk to Ivy, please?”

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