6. FUCK MY LIFE

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Hey Sinners!
This chapter is kinda deep.
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LMFAO guys, this book has been trending #1 in 'ride' since a week.

Also I am sorry for the late update. Had a lot of work pending.

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Ana's POV

Well, I think I have no other option but to drag myself to Andrew's office. Wow isn't that nice.

My constant mood: FUCK MY LIFE!

I was kinda reluctant. Hell no, scratch that. I was totally dubious and uncertain.

How am I gonna have heart to heart conversation with a person whom I hardly ever talk to.

My feelings are mine to keep. Mine to cherish and fine to mess up.

He is in his world, without a care.

I simply stopped caring about things because they get too disappointing at times.

I might be hopeless. Well I AM HOPELESS and I don't expect anything from anyone. It helps. It helps a lot. No one can change my opinion, go argue with a wall. And Lisa thinks that a stranger-to-my-feelings can change my opinion.

I have no idea how this is gonna work.

I grabbed my manuscript and made my way to Andrew's office.

His bitchy secretary, Nicole wasn't on her desk. Ugh.

Do I have to wait now. Well no, I am a busy person. I'll just knock on the door.

As soon as I got closed to the door, I knocked. That's when I realized that I could hear moaning sounds from the other side of the door.

Not this again. I already heard him with Kiara.

Now if you think I am gonna go back, it's a straightass NO. Call me a bitch if you want. I'll just wait for a while.

I seat myself on a bench beside the door. From here I can clearly see secretary desk.

Damn motherfucker, stop screaming and moaning like a dying goat.

Some girls are so extra when they moan. They scream for no reason, even when it's tolerable. Maybe.

To distract myself, I make my way to the Secretary's desk.

There's a name plate on the desk.

Nicole McKay
The Personal Secretary to Mr. Davis

Well she must be the one my husband's fucking in the office right now.

Damn, I can still hear the moans. SHUT YOUR SHITHOLE OF A MOUTH!!!

My eyes roam around as they soon lock on the glass banner on the wall behind the secretary desk.

Mr. Andrew Davis
Vice Chairman, D&S Publishers
-Office Desk

Hmm....however my husband is. I should give it to him that he is hardworking. He is very determined when it comes to work...and sex too maybe.

I noticed that screaming had stopped. Well they had made me feel extremely uncomfortable but I was not gonna show that. I don't care.

I walked towards a door and knocked.

"I am taking it that you are done with your shit because Lis wanted me to talk to you ASAP." as soon as I said that, I felt like a bitch, but then I won't say I am not.

When the door opened, a flustered Nicole walked out as she gave me a smug face. She was extremely satisfied about this I-fucked-your-husband shit.

I walked into the room and shut the door. When I turned around, my freshly fucked husband stood there, all in his glory.

He couldn't meet my eyes. I doubt if he is feeling guilty, because all that is just bullshit. He's gonna do that again.

He looked upto me when I cleared my throat.

"Please...take a seat" I nodded and went ahead to sit on the chairs in front of his desk, facing his chair.

"No, not there. We aren't having a meeting. We're talking as a...husband and wife..."

I snorted in derision at that.

I went to the couch located in the corner. I almost sat on it but something crossed my mind.

"Tell me you didn't have sex on this couch." I asked him, my face devoid of all emotions.

"No...I had sex on that couch." he said pointing at other couch in the other corner of his huge office. He was flushed in embarrassment.

Oops. Well great.

I sighed and adjusted myself of the couch. He seated himself on the other end of the couch.

There was around a meter distance between us. Adequate.

"So....I read the manuscript, the plot is really nice."

"Thanks"

"But....we will have to work on the way female lead think."

"I really don't see a problem there." I snapped.

"But there is a problem..." he was still calm.

"Look, not every person thinks the same way. The female lead of my book just doesn't expect much from others. I don't see a problem there." I spat back.

"Its the way you think isn't it? Don't make her like you."

WOW NOW THAT REALLY ANGERED ME.

"Well I knew that this conversation wasn't going anywhere." I got up from my place and so did he.

"We are not done here. Please sit down. We need to sort this out." He tried to convince but it wasn't working.

"For me it's done."

I was about to turn around when he held my hand and stopped me.

"Please, can we talk....without arguing. I promise there will be none from my side." he said in a calm tone.

"Alright" I said as I came back and sat down on the couch.

He grabbed my manuscript and sat down beside me. He was too close for my liking.

" So let's just start with the manuscript."

I nodded as he continued.

" As a reader, I would say that there were somethings that really frustrated me while reading. For example this part" he said pointing at my manuscript.
"Here, the female lead was supposed to be hurt. Her heart was broken. She loved him so when she got to know the truth, she was supposed to cry."

Well she was supposed to cry, but she didn't want to. When I didn't say anything he continued.

"But what did she do instead? She just shrugged it off. That's not how it should be."

"Well, she is tough" I tried to defend my  character.

"There's a difference Ana. She is tough but she has emotions. It's okay if you don't wanna show your emotions. But shrugging it off like that, it's just gonna make people think that thr female lead truly didn't love the guy. She was just fooling around."

Well he had a point.

"I don't know what to say. I have a better idea." I said as I got up from the couch and reached out for the manuscript.

He got up and  held my hand, "What do you think you're doing?"

"This is simply not working. I am simply going to edit the whole manuscript."

"What do you mean?" he still hasn't let go my hand. I wasn't complaining. Wait, what....ugh..nevermind.

"I am just going to rewrite the whole manuscript in third person point of view. I think that will help" I replied as I tried to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip.

"That's it? Do you think that is going to solve all the problems?" he said in a stern voice.

"I think pretty much will, once I edit the manuscript" this time my voice came off with a hint of annoyance.

"I am not talking about a fucking manuscript" he inched closer and closer, without letting go my hand.

Damn I am gonna lose my mind.

Can I just pull him close and kiss him.

Oops.

He continued to speak when I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything, his close proximity wasn't letting me.

"Its not about the manuscript anymore. It's about YOU. I want you to stop thinking like that."

What?!?

"Why do you care. It's not-" I tried to speak but her interrupted me.

"I do care. I have always been curious about you. Tell me Ana, talk to me."

"Why do you think I'll talk to you of all people?" When I said that his expression fell.

"I won't say I am hurt, because I deserve that. But..." he inched closer and now he was very, very close. Our lips were a little more than an inch away.

"Everyone deserves to be happy, even YOU deserve to be happy." He whispered really slow.

I wasn't going to step back either.

"People have a reason to be happy Andrew. I don't have any." I said, opening up to him.

Then he did something I didn't expect him to.

He hugged me. A comforting hug.

He had his one hand around my waist as he pulled me close. His other hand was in my hair, trying to comfort me.

"Its okay Ana. It's okay. Just let it go. Don't shut people out, talk to them."

I felt the sincerity in his voice. His voice was so soft that I wanted to hug him back and tell him about it.

I inhaled sharply as he pulled away. He looked straight into my eyes. His eyes....he looked so understanding and welcoming. I knew that he wasn't going to judge me.

I looked back at him. His eyes told that he cared.

"If you get a chance to be happy, will you be?"

I didn't know what to say. In that moment, I just wanted to get lost in his green eyes.

"Tell me Ana, will you?"

I don't know what had gotten into me as I nodded.

His hand went into my hair as he pulled my face closer to his. Not even once did he break the eye contact. I didn't want him to.

As his lips reached for mine, so did mine and I closed my eyes.

As soon as my lips met his, I got goosebumps all over. This time, the kiss was different than the last time. It was slow and searing.

He wrapped one hand wrapped around my waist pulling me really close as his other hand went to my back, pushing my chest outwards, towards him. Our bodies were flushed together.

I didn't waste any time in bringing my hands up around his neck. Our lips moved slowly. I loved it.

He swiped his tongue across my lips as I opened my mouth for him and his tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues caressed each other and his grip tightened on me.

I think we both knew that we weren't letting go anytime soon.

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Hey Sinners!
Do you think Ana and Andrew are making progress?

Or are things gonna go downhill from now onwards?

Funfact: I work at a publishing company as a personal secretary to the Vice Chairman. My husband works as a chief editor at the same company. Thats how we met, dated for 3 years and got married in 2019. I am 27 and my husband is 28.

Haha

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