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I’ve never had an assistant like Katrina, and I mean that in all the best ways possible.
“Keep telling yourself that, Katrina.” “Kat!” she says like she does just about every day. “Everyone calls me Kat.” “And I call you Katrina,”
File under “weirdly hot”
ADHD will do that to you: a constant cycle of excited hyperfixation and the sudden drop as soon as that hit of dopamine is gone. It’s a real bitch.
“She was rambling on about an idea she had for the gala last year, how to add a fundraising aspect, and I looked up at her, and she was smiling. I realized she was joking, picking on me, and . . . I don’t know. Something snapped. I looked up at her and it was like something had shifted and I needed her to be mine. The world stopped spinning for a moment; everything felt hot and cold at the same time.”
Is there an acceptable amount of time to stare at an ass in a professional setting? 🤔
“I know you weren’t looking for money, Katrina, but I’m paying. You’re doing this for me. It’s basically a write-off.” She looks at me dubiously, as she should because buying your fake fiancée clothes is most definitely not a write-off, but we don’t have to touch on that just yet. Or ever, really.
I would not protest to this past time number one if that
“I got you stuck in this situation; you get whatever you need. Make it hurt, kitten.”
Yes I highlighted this in pink for reasons
Men are not inherently programmed to decode every nuance of someone's body language and tone of voice and facial expressions, and it must be fucking nice.
“But what you didn’t anticipate is me. I’m as loyal as they come, and I’m fucking insane. Theo might want to play this clean and keep things good, but me? I'm happy to play in the mud with you. So before you try anything, before you try and fuck with my fiancé and his legacy, just know that if you go low, I’ll tunnel to the core of the fucking earth.”
Gansito,
a Mexican snack cake, described as “a strawberry-flavored jelly and crème-filled cake with chocolate-flavored coating.”
snow squall
a sudden moderately heavy snowfall with blowing snow and strong, gusty surface winds.[1] It is often referred to as a whiteout and is similar to a blizzard but is localized in time or in location and snow accumulations may or may not be significant
“Now, you listen to me, Katrina. You’re a brat in the office, you’re a brat in meetings, you’re a brat anywhere else, but when my cock is inside of you, you play nice. You be my good little assistant, and you take it how I’m ready to give it to you.”
She might be the mistress of revenge, but I’m an expert at mergers and acquisitions.
I barely make it through two minutes of brunch with my friends before I blurt it out. “I fucked my boss.” Cami stops taking off her jacket, and Liv looks at me with wide, shocked eyes. Abbie starts a slow clap. “About fucking time,” she says with a big, gorgeous smile.
She gives me the requisite do you want me to come? look,
Yup love that look
Those board members would be happy to go along with Warren’s plan, I’m sure, if he promised them a slice of Blacknote.
Big embarrassing reveal pleaseeee
“You’re going to make me cry.” “Can’t have that, now can we?” he asks with a widening grin. “Guess I just have to make you come instead.”
Cringy
“Yeah, I guess I’ll let you keep me. So long as there’s snacks involved.”
Honestly, fair.
“What kind of revenge?” “Glitter!” Abbie says with a shout, holding a pen in the air and a notebook in her hand. We’re approaching the point of no return, but the thought of Warren Michaels covered in glitter is kind of appealing. “The answer does not always have to be glitter, Abbie,” Cami says. Abbie gives her a look. “Glitter makes everything better.” “Then why would you want to glitter anyone as revenge?” Cami asks, raising a brow at her in a challenge. “It’s better for me, not for them. Duh.”
GC motto: “glitter covers most sins”
“He had an FBI agent watching him, because he was embezzling, and the FBI agent stopped her.” “And I fucked him!” she says then laughs maniacally. “Jesus, Liv, calm down. You’re going to scare her off,” Cami warns. “No, no, I’m into this,” Savannah says. “But . . . I don't have to fuck anyone, right?”
Is this meta? It’s okay I’m here for it.
“No,” I say. “No, Savannah. You don’t have to fuck anyone, I promise.”
You don’t have to, but you can if you want! (And they’re down duh) #sexpositivity
“You know,” Savannah starts, leaning toward me. “Your friends are kind of scary, but in a fun way.” “We get that a lot,” I say.
😂
“You two had been dancing around one another for months. So when you showed up at my house with her on your arm, telling me you’re engaged, she’s wearing your mother’s ring, and you look like you’re about to vomit, I knew I needed to see how it went. Thought if anyone could pull your head out of your ass, make you see there’s more to life than work, it would be this firecracker here,” he says, tipping his head toward Katrina. She smiles, but I continue to sit in stunned silence.
“I never doubted you’d get the votes, Theodore. I just wanted to make it so that when you were in charge, no one on that board could question if you deserved that job. I knew if you were in that place, you’d work to the bone to prove yourself to them. Bonus, I got to tell you you had no life, and it gave you a jumpstart to make one. I didn’t foresee the fake relationship thing, but I’ll admit, it was entertaining.”
“I get it, Jeff. I know Theo does too. I know you and I both always believed in him, but I think, in a way, this entire experience helped him to believe in himself, too. Though, I will request next time you want to teach him a life lesson, can we make it a bit simpler? Let’s not put the entire company into jeopardy, yeah?” This makes Jeff laugh out loud, his head tipping back and the sound filling the room. “You really do like to bust people’s chops, don’t you?” “Mostly men with too much influence and not enough ego,” she says with a sweet smile. I shake my head and look to the ceiling, but
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“Oh, and Theodore?” My shoulders go tight at the tease in Jeff’s voice. I thought I had made it out clear, but . . . “We’ve all done it. But please, for the love of god, try and be a bit more discreet. And definitely not on someone else's desk. Even if he is an ass.”
I’m not sure which part of this is the most wonderful
“Are you ever going to stop busting my balls and making life difficult?” I shake my head. “Never.” “Good.” He waits a full ten months until tulip season to put his mother’s ring back on my finger properly.
Screaming giggling kicking my feet stop that’s disgusting. (Read adorable af)
Upon the first dinner party with everyone, Cami stopped mid-sentence, looked at him, and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t do it. I can’t call you Theodore. It’s stupid.”
I literally guffawed
