Elliot's POV
"I'm handling it," I spoke to one of the board members as I tried to find where I left off.
"But sir, you just fired two essential board members," he continued. "If we don't find replacements for them soon-"
"I said I'm handling it!" I angrily snapped at him.
Silence filled the room as they all watched me in shock.
I sighed heavily as I slammed my folder shut and walked out.
This isn't like me. I don't shout at my board members.
I'm irritated, hurt, angry, lost.
I can't even concentrate. I have to get out of here.
"Sir?" Mr. Reed, the HR manager called me as I pressed the elevator button. "You still haven't said which director you would like to replace Ms. Sinclair."
Even hearing her name frustrates me.
"I don't know. Find one," I told him. "And while you're at it, find replacements for you and Olivia. You're both fired."
"W-what?" his shaky voice questioned and I turned to look at him.
"Did you really think you could sleep with the boss's wife and not get fired after?" I asked.
"But she said that you two weren't-"
"You sneaked around behind my back," I glared at him. "Find your replacements immediately."
The elevator doors opened and I walked in before heading downstairs.
Michael was already waiting for me out front and he immediately drove off when I entered.
"I picked up your new phone," he said as he handed it to me.
"Thanks," I drily replied as I put the phone box beside me.
I feel so angry right now and it won't go away.
The people I trusted betrayed me. Each one of them.
I never cared for you and I never meant any of the promises I made.
Her words cut through me like a damn knife.
I hate her.
I'll treat her like everyone else who I hate.
She is just like everyone else.
No, she's not. She's the one.
I shook my head. She isn't the one.
It was all an act to fool me, to deceive me, to make me look like an idiot.
I groaned as I leaned back in my seat. "You know the drill Michael."
He smiled. "I will wake you as soon as we reach, sir."
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"We're here," Michael tapped me and I straightened up.
"Thanks," I said before grabbing my new phone and walking towards the house.
It makes no sense being at work today if I'm just going to snap at everybody.
When I opened the front door, my eyes landed on Olivia coming down the stairs with her suitcase.
"Elliot," she said as I closed the door. "What are you doing back here?"
I got her to sign the divorce papers last night and she was supposed to go back to her parents' this morning.
"I need to be alone right now."
She fell on her knees in front of me. "Please, give us a chance. I love you, Elliot."
I sighed. "We've been through this, Olivia. If there was something, it would've happened by now."
"Olivia, stand up," I heard my mother's voice say before she appeared in my frame.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked her and she frowned.
Olivia stood up.
"I told you that I'll be here for you if she ever hurt you."
"I'm fine," I told her, feeling a bit embarrassed that I let Olivia's enemy play me.
"Olivia, can you give us some privacy?" my mother asked her and I opened the front door for her.
"Michael will take you to your parents'," I told her and she glared at me.
Seriously, why did I think that a friendship marriage would work?
"She's still on your mind, isn't she?" she asked. "You're not on hers so quit it."
"She's not on my mind," I snapped at her. "I've forgotten about her since the day I fired her."
"Who's the liar now?" she asked before storming out.
I began to walk to the home bar, but mom held me back.
"Elliot."
"Not now, mom," I said as I continued to walk.
The only thing I wanted on my mind right now was the sweet taste of bourbon in my mouth.
"Elliot please," mom followed behind me. "What happened with you and Ms. Sinclair? The last time I saw you, you were telling me that she was the one."
I clenched my jaw as I grabbed a glass and filled my cup with bourbon.
"Well, she isn't," I said before putting the cup to my head.
"Why?" she questioned.
"She used me," I explained. "I was just a step to her goal. Nothing between us was real."
She picked up her phone. "Your father went to the country club, let me see if he can come home."
I immediately stopped her. "Don't."
The last thing I wanted was my father finding out that I got played.
"Elliot."
I picked up my bourbon bottle. "Please mom, I just need some time alone."
After turning around, I began walking to my room.
I know that she wanted to help me, but I didn't want any help.
Leaving me alone so that I don't snap at her too is good enough.
When I walked into my bedroom, I tossed my new phone on the bed, before going to sit on the sofa.
I put the bottle to my head as I tried not to think about her.
It's eleven o'clock in the morning and I'm drinking because of her.
I'm trying to get her out of my head, but I just keep remembering imagines of her.
How could she was to me the day I fired her.
She didn't care that she hurt me or that I was angry with her.
She's so fixated on getting revenge for her sister that she doesn't care who she hurts.
I remembered her fierce eyes right before her angry words shot bullets into my chest.
The pain I felt when she revealed that it was all a lie.
I brought the bottle to my head again and took another mouthful.
But then I remembered how delicate her eyes could get when she watched me.
How she would always bat her long eyelashes when I teased her.
How she would kiss all over me so gentle, yet it felt so powerful.
My unhinged penis throbbed of the thought of her as I took another mouthful, again.
I tried to push her out my mind, but the more I fought back, the more memories of her reappeared.
Soon enough I was full blown hard just by the thought of her.
I'm raging.
She already tortured my heart, now she wanted to torture my mind and body?
I can't think of her anymore. I have to get rid of this.
I shook my head and tried to think of positive things.
There is no way I'm going to jack off to her.
I put down my bourbon bottle before going to turn on the shower.
This is just a simple shower to ease my tension and get me to calm down a little bit.
I stripped naked before stepping in.
The cold water instantly hit my skin, cooling the edges off a little.
My fingers combed through my hair as I let the water run on me.
She popped up in my mind again and I glared.
This time it was a memory of her popping into my office to ask if she could have an extension for the budget deadline.
That day was wearing a black, mini pencil skirt with a matching black vest and jacket.
I slammed my hand on the tiled wall of my shower when I felt my cock get harder.
Why couldn't she just get out of my head?
I never want to see her again.
I waited minute after the minute for my body to relax, but it just kept getting worse as more imagines of her appeared.
My body begged me to release the tension, but I refused to.
I won't give her the satisfaction of pleasuring myself to her. She doesn't deserve it.
She doesn't deserve to be the first woman I jack off to. I won't allow it.
I turned off the shower and left worse than how I entered.
Even after she left, she's still tempting me.