Page 17 of The Filth Kings II

“You’re in my seat…Rylie Rose,” I stated low and flat.

She didn’t respond right away, her eyes were still locked in with mine but they didn’t look present. She leaned back in my seat like it was her’s now.

“I know…Mr. Octavio,” she spoke calm, cool, and collectively.

She reeked of confidence; her pretty fingernails drummed on top of the files that was stacked up neatly on my desk. I took a step forward and noticed that she had one file opened. I assumed that it was her file, I smirked then tugged at my beard.This should be interesting…

“This is not the way to go about getting a job, Ms. Rose,” I stated loud enough for her to hear me.

I grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it out. I sat right across from her. I couldn’t believe that I was entertaining her; in a couple of seconds I would have security take her away.

“Ms?” She giggled lightly.

“You already know that I am single and ready to mingle… I like that.” She winked as she picked up her file.

“I thought that it would be best for me to direct the interview. In a nut shell, I’m a gift and might just be a curse to anyone who’s not willing to understand me thoroughly. Since you have my file, I assume that you already did your due diligence to look into my background. Nothing on this paper is a lie…My parents have been in jail for three years now for federal fraud such as bank, wire, and mail fraud. They’re not getting out anytime soon. I need a fuckin’ job?—”

“Language, my love,” I warned her.

“Titties…my love.” She smirked.

Rylie shifted in her seat seductively, her legs parted, giving me a peek of the way her pussy puffed out of the leather material.

“Excuse me?” I asked, taken back by the words that came out of her mouth.

“Fuck this job. I wanted it but I want you more. I want to see what it’s like to force you into my submission in privacy and while we are out in public, I’m submissive to you. I love you, Octavio.” Her eyes fluttered then misted over.

I sat up straight in my seat. Slowly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it.

“We were meant to be…I’ve been being patient for years now. I was satisfied until you started to cover your rack. I want?—”

“Out!” My voice boomed and echoed off my office walls.

I already knew that she was the type that would have to be carried out by the twitch in her left eye. She giggled then tossed her head back; her belly jumped, followed by a full laugh. She repositioned herself seconds later then wiped the tears from the sharp crease of her slanted eyes.

“Octavio? I love you so much. That shouldn’t scare you, baby.” She licked her lips.

“You don’t fuckin’ know me,” I said as I felt my face ball up in confusion.

“I know you as well as those velvet tailored suits you wear almost every day. I know how many tattoos and scars you have, you love to fuck, and it amazes you when a woman takes control and dominates you. On camera though, you dominate, so it won’t make you look feminine. Your breasts are B cups, they sag a little, however, your nipples are ripe and hard. You fired the last girl that licked and sucked on them. I was happy you did that shit because I was already planning on killing her bold ass. She should have known that it was only for me to do—Ry Ry told me that.” She chuckled dryly as her hazel brown eyes grew dark.

“Who is Ry Ry?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking so I could know who was possibly assisting her with all of her madness.

“She’s the part of me that society refuses to accept. As long as you and I accept her…I don’t care.” Her eyes gleamed with a feverish intensity that made my skin crawl.

Her voice was soft and melodic, but the words she spoke was chaotic.

“I love watching you…I tried to stop, but started back months later. It was like torture for me not to at least lay eyes on you. In person is better, I could just cum on myself right now from smelling and seeing you,” she said, like it was the most natural confession in the world.

“It’s only because I know that we are meant to be. That bitch Yani is cheating on you behind your back. She’s a project hood rat that takes your money then become a trick herself. I warned her the other day, the best thing for her to do is listen to me…I haven’t had to kill a bitch in such a long time behind fucking with what’s mine…” She went on, eyes bright and unblinking like she was reciting poetry. She kept her voice at an even tone, and that’s what creeped me out the most.

I stared at her, frozen with my phone glued to my hand. I still hadn’t called security to escort her out. I could feel the faint prickle of sweat at the bridge of my neck. A hot pulse of shame hit me, because for one awful moment…I felt something magnetic to all of her twisted, unhinged devotion, and madness that she aimed my way. The obsessed, psychotic look in her beautiful eyes turned me on…all over…me?

“Yani and I aren’t together,” I uttered, almost loss for words.

“Yet she’s the only bitch you trust at your house. She’s the only one that’s been to your penthouse and the new house that you bought a couple of months ago close to Melrose.” She rolled her eyes hard.

“You send me notes?” I asked.

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