Uncontrollable Tempration

Sophia Parker

Today we are leaving and I’m really going to miss London. So many memories were created here, ones that I’ll never forget. Mr Wilson and I have just boarded our jet that’ll be taking us back to New York. I’m sitting directly opposite him just like I did when we were coming.

Although I had a very short sleep last night, I think Mr Wilson didn’t get any. He is looking seriously tired as he works on his laptop and he even has bags underneath his eyes. I wonder what kept him up all night… I hope it wasn’t the kiss.

That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t have time to dwell on a meaningless kiss, he had kissed countless girls before.

On the other hand Mr Wilson was not my first kiss, but he was my best kisser. The rest have only been light and modest but his was so demanding. I had only been kissed by two guys previously and they were both my exs in college.

“Miss Parker, I need the IBAN and Swift numbers for the company’s account.” He said lazily.

I reached for my bag and got out a file containing the company’s account details and handed it to him. He continued to work but after a while he shut his laptop abruptly and tossed it to the next seat. He closed his eyes but it didn’t look like he wanted to sleep. He was frowning and there was a crease between his eyebrows like he was thinking hard.

“Mr Wilson, are you okay? You look like something is bothering you.” I was worried about him.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. I am no expert in reading facial expressions but he looked angry at me, like I did something wrong. He was staring at me with resentment and it made me feel like crap.

“Sir, did I do anything wrong? Or did I give you the wrong papers?” I asked nervously. I was fiddling with the hem of the short dress I was wearing. His resentful look turned into irritation and I just wished the ground could open up and swallow me.

On second thought, I wouldn’t prefer that… we were on a plane.

He wasn’t answering my questions so I decided to leave him alone. I gathered my things and put them in my bag. When I slung it over my shoulder and stood up, he decided to speak.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To the bedroom. I’m tired and I need to rest.” I said but he laughed at me.

“You can’t be tired because I’m sure you slept all night.” He said with a hint of irritation.

“You’re right. Maybe I’m not really tired. But I’m not going to sit here and what you look at me like I’m some vomit on the floor.” With that, I stormed off.

What is wrong with him!

He had been so nice to me throughout the trip but now he’s so mean. The way he looked at me made me feel so bad about myself. Why does he affect me this much? I really shouldn’t care but I do.

I didn’t know when I started crying but my face was now stained with tears. I thought I would never cry again because of him but I was wrong. The last time I cried was last week when I forgot to change the figures on the Sytner Group report. He had scolded me and had felt like a moron.

Apart from then, I had cried severally when he went out with so many beautiful women. Most of them were either actresses or models and I was nothing compared to them. He would always tell me to send them flowers, book dinner tables and even hotels. It was a constant reminder that I was not his type but it didn’t stop me from silently wishing he could do the same to me.

Right now I just want to forget everything that has happened between Mr Wilson & I and proceed with my life. I can never be involved with a jerk that has made me cry enough times.

After today, I’m going to suppress these feelings- in fact, I’m getting rid of them! I can’t continue wasting my emotions on him.

I wipe my tears and go to the little restroom. I wash all the makeup on my face because I don’t need it anymore. I only wore it for Mr Wilson but I’m done with that now.

I decide to work during the flight so I won’t have much to do on Tuesday when I resume work. We’re landing by 12:00pm on Monday so we’re definitely going to take the day off, although Mr Wilson hasn’t said it yet. I just know it.

I fill in his diary for Tuesday, not forgetting the solar panel guy. I work on other things and when my eyes get heavy, I lay on the bed to get some rest.

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Adam WilsonThis text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

To say I’m angry is an understatement. That woman is literally driving me nuts! I’m worried I’ll do something irrational!

I have been pacing about since she left for the bedroom about an hours ago, how could she just leave like that?!

Her rejection has been eating at me since, all I can think about is how she had turned me down. How dare she?! Normal women would do anything to get me but I offer myself to her on a silver platter and she rejects me just like that.

Perhaps she’s not just a normal woman.

She is better than the rest. She even felt better than the rest when she was in my arms. I’ll never forget that moment when I held her. I had felt like the happiest boy in the world on Christmas Day who had just received the gift he had always dreamed of. But everything ended way too soon.

Since then, I haven’t been able to function properly because Sophia has dominated my thoughts and I’m sick of it. I can’t sleep, eat, drink, think, work or do anything without her on my mind. I’m obsessed with her! And that kiss has made things even worse!

That has been the reason for my anger today. I have never possessed this much feelings for someone before and it hurts my masculinity, I feel like a silly little boy with a crush!

Throughout the night while she was sleeping, I had been awake contemplating about her. Then she has the nerve to tell me she’s tired! I wonder what she’s doing now. I’ve been holding myself back from storming into the bedroom but I can’t take it any longer.

I walk to the door and open it. Surprisingly, it’s not locked. All my anger faded away when I saw Sophia’s angelic face sleeping peacefully. She had taken off her shoes so I could see her lovely ankles and her long legs.

She is so beautiful, all I want is for her to be mine.

I have to make her mine at all cost.

Soon she will be mine.

***

“Sir, wake up. We’re here.”

I felt something tapping me rapidly on my shoulder. I opened one eye and saw that it was Sophia. I immediately composed myself. When did I fall asleep? I couldn’t remember.

“The plane will be landing in 15 minutes. Did you not hear the pilots announcement?” She asked.

I had been so deep in my sleep that I hadn’t hear a thing. I must have been so exhausted.

Sophia helped me pack up my laptop and all the documents I have been working with earlier. After organizing my stuff, she sat down opposite me and fastened her seatbelt for landing.

“Sir, your seatbelt.”

That’s when I noticed I wasn’t strapped in. I fastened mine as well and we waited for the plane to land. I turned on my phone immediately it did and loads of text messages started coming in. I ignored them because I only switched it on to call the driver. When I did, he informed me that he was ready and waiting outside for us.

“Miss Parker, the driver is here.”

We both got down from the jet an entered the car that was parked close to the jet. The crew also came and loaded the boot with out bags and from there we were off.

“Sir, are we going to the office?” Sophia asked.

“Of course. We have work to do.”

“What?! But we just got back today! I thought maybe we would have the day off and resume tomorrow.”

“No.” I said frankly because I was not ready to let her go yet.

She huffed but didn’t say anything. She clearly wasn’t happy but I didn’t care.

When we got to the office, she got out of the car immediately and walked into the office building as fast as possible, obviously trying to avoid me. Her face was so red because she was boiling with rage and it looked like she could explode any moment. Maybe I went overboard by not letting her go home but I really don’t want to. I still want her around.

I got to my office after a few welcome backs from my employees and Sophia wasn’t at her desk. Where could she be?

I took multiple phone calls and replied a lot of emails and text messages.

After a while I became concerned. I hope she didn’t disobey me and go home. I left my office and went out to look for her only to see her discussing with one of her friends. I presume her name to be Phoebe. She is explaining details of the trip to her.

“Wow, I never knew Mr Wilson had a nice side.” Phoebe said.

“Oh he does! He can be really nice sometimes.”

She thinks I’m nice? How can she say that after what I just did? I thought she was angry at me, or was she just lying to Phoebe?

“So what did you get me from London?”

“Oh there’s this amazing fragrance that I got you. I got it personally with my own money.” She handed the fragrance to her friend.

“Aww thank you Sophia… What do you mean by your money?”

“Oh, Mr Wilson always paid for the things we bought. The food, shopping, everything.”

“Sounds like you both had a nice time… Sophia, why are you blushing? Is there something you’re not telling me about?”

“I’m not hiding anything! I’ve told you all that happened!”

“I know when you’re lying Sophia but I wouldn’t force you to tell me anything.”

“I’m not lying to you Phoebe. I promise.”

I was right, her name is Phoebe. I’ve eavesdropped enough so I went back to my office. I’m still surprised about how well Sophia is portraying me after what I have just done to her. I am sitting down on my chair thinking deeply when I see her walking into her office. I ring her immediately and signaled for her to come. She does after a while.

“Sir?”

“Sophia, I am hungry.”

“Ok, do you want me to order from the Turkish Cuisine as usual?”

“No, I want to have dinner. With you.”