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~It was dark, and I was over. Until you kissed my lips, and saved me~ But theres a side to you side of you that I never knew never knew, all the things you say they were never true never true. And the games you played, you would always win always win, but I set FIRE to rain!

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“No.”

“Yes…”

“No.”

He leaned forward on his desk, his features holding every inch of amusement as hedeliberately repied, “Yes.”

“David, please just stop.”

“No,” he replied slowly, his features dropping into his famous stone-like features when he didn't like someone's tone. “I’m your boss. Assistant do what boss say. Boss no like it when assistant don't listen." He smirked. For some reason, he thought talking like a caveman made him sound nicer.

"You’re doing this for me," he added, narrowing his melted chocolate eyes that seemed to speak to me and say, 'I'm intimidating and adorable, let's leave it at that. Oh, and I'll be expecting a coffee with extra love later on and skim milk.'

I patted the leather armchair, feeling slightly intimidated by the pissed off man in front of me. He obviously didn’t have enough of his coffee and was still cranky. “I have an excellent idea,” I started, crossing my sweatpants legs over each other in a fancy way. “How about… I just sit here and…” I looked around the room frantically for something to use and picked up the phone on his desk. His eyes widened slightly like a kid getting a cookie as I held the phone in front of me.

“..Take all of your calls! I’ll take ALL of them I swear!”

That was a big commitment with how popular he is by phone. Most likely I would be miserable and regret wearing his favorite jersey that I already spilled some coffee on and didn't tell. If I were him I would just say yes.

“Faith…” David leaned back and grit his teeth, in the process allowing a muscle in his eyebrow twitch. “I allowed you a day off tomorrow. Do as I say, or I will take that privilege away.”

He was clearly furious.

Whiles well take advantage.

“David…” I mocked, crossing my arms over my chest. For some reason that particular day I decided to mock him numerous times just for fun. I crossed my arms over my chest like his were. “We both know every employee won’t be here tomorrow, you can’t do that. I’m wearing a freaking football jersey, sweatpants, and my hair frizzy from the—“

“You’re doing it. Or I’m carrying you to the copy machine and forcing you plus you’re coming in tomorrow to file my—“

“I HATE THAT COPY MACHINE!” I blurted, jumping up. In the process my man-sweatpants sagged so I yanked them back up, thankfully without losing my ‘angry face’. David stayed back in his chair, his hands over his eyes in frustration.“That thing almost took my finger off last week! Plus it never works!”

“It’s not broken,” he snapped, wiping his hand down his face. He let out a growl in his throat as if struggling to keep his temper. “You just don’t know how to work it, even though I should you twenty million times!”

“Wow, ok wow. So over exaggerating!” I yelled, smacking his desk with ever word. There was no way I was photocopying with that…beast.

Plus, it was ten times, tops that I needed his help with the copier, and the only reason I needed his help last time, was because I literally got my finger stuck in the copy machine! There I was, minding my own business, and lining up the paper for the scan and checking out a gorgeous guy getting off the elevator, when the top of the copier falls on my hand and locks itself.

What photo copier locks itself?

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m wearing a freaking football jersey and sweatpants! Nobody else here is wearing anything but a suit—“

“Faith—“

“—not to mention I could get my finger stuck again—“

“Fa---“ “—I have the worst luck today it’s so—“

"Faith! I--"

"--horrible! I even slipped in the shower today and almost--"

“HOLY MOTHER OF---STOP TALKING FOR FIVE SECONDS!” He stood up, pushing his chair back until it hit the glass window with a thunk. “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU GOT ME IN TODAY? WHAT YOUR LITTLE—“he searched for the word with dark eyes, and his voice lowered into a hiss as he continued with, “—strip tease in my waiting room made me look like?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat, trying to make words come out of my trembling mouth. The pictures. How could I forget about something so horrible? I had figured the guys were too scared off by Carol to do anything. "David, I'm so sor--"

"You can't even comprehend how much trouble I'll get in because of this picture. Paparazzi will swoon over this. Devin will kick my ass. I could get sued!" He stopped and thought about what he said, becoming more furious than before.

I flicked my wrist. "Devin-Smevin'," I said, laughing at my own pun.

He bit his lip, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly with anger. "Seriousely? That's what you get out of what I say? Devin-Smevin'?"

It barely even crossed my mind that David was famous. I stopped reading magazines about him after we met because I figured any gossip that was spread would be confirmed from the source himself. Sadly, he doesn't tell me anything.

Maybe I would know who his girlfriend was if I picked one up at the store...

Maybe they would think I was just girlfriend! Or...or a prostitute who enjoys dressing like an assistant and visit his office with a pair of stilettos and fish net leggings!

“Oh no.” I sat back down in my chair, in shock that he had screamed so loud and of the possible outcomes of this scandalous situation. What would my Mother and Father think? I was practically ignoring them since I got this job, sending them emails once or twice a week. Would they understand or think of me differently?

David pulled open a drawer on his desk and threw a dark blue folder at my chest.

Oh right, he's pissed.

"The picture?" I questioned, my increasingly clammy hands gripping the folder.

“Oh yes. Now open it, there’s a nice toy inside,” he spat sarcastically. "I'll give you a hint. She's got black hair and looks pretty exposed to the camera."

With shaky hands I opened up the folder. My eyes widened, and a blush crept up my cheeks as I stared at the image in front of me. My shirt was pulled up to my blue bra and my black hair was placed messily over my face as I slide off of one of the chairs in the waiting room of Devin & Son. Another picture sat next to it of me wide awake and standing behind Carol who had her mouth open like she was screaming. I looked like I was about to fall over with my heels on.

In small font at the top of the page it read in boxy letters,

Spank- worthy, alcoholic assistant meets man in suit? 100,000 dollars in cash, or I leak this to the press. You have one hour. Your call.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my hand over my mouth and slowly, looking up at David. A small vein pulsed on the side of his face, the opposite side of his tattoo. His skin became slightly red with anger, his shoulder muscles stiff. He rubbed his hands over his face and turned towards the open windows, into the cloudy, Chicago day. The air became chilling with the enormous amount of tension that seeped out of his skin.

A slow, calming breath left his lips before he put his head back and sighed. “I need time by myself before I go to the meeting,” he mumbled. “I shouldn’t have yelled like that, it’s not your fault you sleep with your shirt lifted up to your bra and walk like a drunken bimbo when you're tired.” I was too deep in thought to catch the last part.

“It’s fine.” My voice sounded so small, so constricted and not like my own. Truth be told, I was fighting back a waterfall of tears. Had anyone else seen it?

“It’s already been an hour so I’m sure it’s leaked somewhere,” his deep voice growled as he scratched his jaw. “I would have paid for it, but someone didn’t want to get out of the office to get my mail—“

“It’s going to be all over the news? Magazines?”

He nodded slowly.

I was ready to pass out before he broke into a smile.“Nah, I handled the situation already. Get the pictures to me in an hour.” I continued to glare at him for making me so flustered over the pictures. Two orbs of fire in replace of my eyes. “I was just joshin’. Sheesh. One hour, fifteen?”

"Not funny."

"Yes funny."

I threw the folder at his chest and snapped, “I’m making the copies, ok? I’ll drop them off at your meeting when I’m done which will probably be an hour because I never can get that machine going…wait a minute. You could pay for that picture?”

When I returned my gaze to my boss I realized he had ignored what I had said. A pair of black reading glasses already slipped in front of his brown eyes.

"Nerd," I muttered, to get no response in return.

I shook my head, biting my lip so I wouldn’t curse him out. He was chewing a piece of mint gum obnoxiously. I also realized dark ear buds were nestled in each of his ears. He tapped his fingers against the desk, before giving me a quick glance that read ‘Oh, didn’t see you there.’

I frowned.

Even though he held a high position in this building, he was still a twenty two year old guy. “Ooh you are gunna get it,” I mumbled, making my way out of his office. He couldn't hear me anyways so what was the point of talking outloud?

However, when his office door was about to close behind me I could have sworn I heard someone mumble, “Ditto.”

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As I finally neared the copy machine my phone buzzed in my—I mean David’s sweatpants.

I awkwardly looked around at the workers who were staring at my attire, before checking my messages. Personally, the ringtone he put into my phone for himself pissed me off every time before I read it which was, “Sexy Back,” by Justin Timberlake, so I was glad my phone was on vibrate.

David: You changed ur password for your email I see. Oh and your Mother emailed me. I printed it out because I was laughing so much.

I could just imagine his frustrated look as he tried to hack my email, and laughed out loud. Then I frowned when I saw my Mother had emailed him. “Ugh,” I groaned, pressing the on button the copier. What could she of said? Did she embarrass me?

Me: Wht does it say?

David: I’m not one to tell…. She just went on and on about how great I am. :)

I growled at the phone to get a few snickers from people walking by.

Me: rn’t u suppose 2 b @ a meeting?

David: Someone can’t spell.

I frowned at the phone, before checking to see if anyone was staring at me. I leaned against the wall of the copy machine and replied with,

Me: Aren’t you at a meeting? If so, stop bothering me; we’re in the same building you can wait to speak to me.

David: Someone’s feisty today. Put a girl in a man’s pants and I swear…

I ignored the flirty tones of his message. Me: R u at the meeting? Geez, he could at least answer my question! David: YES! So effin bored. Bring meh coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

That just proved to me that he was both bored and lazy, since he couldn’t lift his finger off the ‘E’ button.

Me: No.

David: Y?

Me: I’m not getting it so b quiet.

David: Shit. Gtg. Devin just thumped me on head for texting and called me blondie. :(

My laughter was so uncontrollable from that one text that I hadn’t realized the copier machine had suddenly stopped working. A red button the side flashed and the words, “Denied,” flashed on the screen. I glared at the copier, debating whether I should touch it, or call David and ask for help.

“De-nied,” the copier said out loud. The lid unlocked itself and robotically flipped open.

Since when can it do that? And denied of WHAT?

“Please try again.”

I pressed a random button the copier. Lights flashed on the device. “Crap!” I cursed under my breath, while pressing any button I could see. The copier started to make dozens of noises and the copier’s top went up and down over and over again. I unplugged the machine and the copier froze all the way to the top, sketchily ready to fall on my hand if I decided to place it on the scanner.

I slowly moved my fingers towards the document David wanted me to copy to get it and run the hell away from that machine. Carefully my fingers brushed the paper, once, twice….

And then the copier slammed onto my hand with a full force.

I screamed.

“Backup battery, Backup battery,” the machine said, scanning my hand back and forth. Paper flew out of the machine with pictures of my hand in an awkward ‘OK’ symbol, with my pointer finger and thumb together in an ‘O’.

I struggled to get my hand free and looked around for help. The desks around looked completely empty except for one man at the end of the room. “HELP!” I shouted, gaining leverage on the wall as I tried to free my hand. The machine seemed to be pushing harder onto my hand the more I screamed, as if someone was…

Pushing on it.

“LET GO!” I screamed at nobody in particular, as I hit the machine over and over again. “TURN OFF!”

Before I could curse it out anymore, a delicate finger reached from around me and pressed a button.

The machine turned off.

I breathed a sign of relief as I clutched my hand. I was able to move my fingers and wrist without the slightest problem, the skin around it was just a little red. I turned towards my hero and said, “Thank you so—Tiara?“

The Wicked Witch flashed me a brilliant smile, before flipping back her red hair. “Wow, you’re really more pathetic then I thought. If you can’t even make a photocopy, why are you even here? How do you even have a job, doesn’t your IQ have to be higher than seven?”

I put my hands on my hips and clucked my tongue. Oh hell no! “Pardon?”

“You heard me.”

“Alright then…you’re just a ball of sunshine every time we meet, aren’t you?” I collected whatever copies I managed to do successfully and flashed her a fake smile. “I’ll just—“

She grabbed my arm with her talon-like nails, stopping me in my track. “Listen here, Faith, because I already warned you once.” She leaned in closer, and said, “He’s mine. Hand’s off, or I’ll rip your eyes out of your socket and make you eat them. Never wear his clothes again, and never look at him ever again.” It took me a while to realize she wasn’t joking. “I---alright? I never…are you two…?” “Um yeah, we’re dating.” She looked me up and down and laughed. “Oh this is priceless! You thought you had a chance with him? He doesn’t even like you. The only reason he talks to you is because Devin thinks you’re good for the company’s image.” She motioned to my flattened chest that the football jerse covered. “And frankly, you barely even meet those standards."

My heart dropped as she added, “Not to mention, you don’t even try and look pretty. You have no makeup on or anything. I’m surprised you don’t come to this place wearing---“

I slapped her across the face, hard, and walked away.

She let out a loud grunt as I walked further away. “You stupid Bitch! I’ll kill you!”

“Get in line, Barbie!” I replied over my shoulder, flipping her off.

I managed to walk down the long hallway of offices without bursting into tears. Who was she to speak to me like that? I didn't even...I didn't even like David like that! He was strickly my boss nothing else.

"Strictly my boss nothing else," I repeated to myself as if I had a hard time believing it. I tried it in a differen tone. "Strickly my boss nothing but--"

I took in my surroundings and shivered.

The elevator of doom.

Once again, I found myself alone in the creepy elevator with only a stack of papers to protect me if the thing broke down. I pressed the top floor, so I could drop of the papers on his desk.

The buttons colored I passed each floor without any disturbance. I noticed almost every time I was on the elevator nobody else would enter. I was staring at the buttons when the elevator lights flickered ever so slightly, and thunder crackled from the roof of the building.

Gripping the papers firmer in my hand I prayed to all that was holy the elevator didn’t break down.

The lights turned off completely and the elevator came to a complete stop with a ‘Ping!’

The doors shuddered as they opened so I pulled them open with a free hand, pulling my fingers away as they closed. They opened halfway, making my heart thudded like a rabbit thumping its foot as it hops away from a predator. “Please open completely, please open, please—“ My eyes lifted to the figure standing only twenty feet from the opening of the elevator. For some reason, I didn’t react as I should have. I should have screamed I should have backed up in the elevator; I should have called the police with the cell phone I was carrying on top of the stack of copies. But when I saw a man with the tight leather pants, black boots, a leather jacket, and a hood from a sweatshirt around his head, all I did was stand there with my heart pounding and my skin flushed with fear.

“Do you know,” he started, turning his upper half to crack his back, “That over 10,000 people each year…” he lunged as far as he could to his left in his leather pants before finishing with, “-- are injured from an elevator alone? Statistics don’t lie.”

My response was just to try and close the elevator doors. There was no way to escape from getting out of the elevator, no way to escape from in the elevator. I had no choice.

He took a step forward, his shoulders hunched like he was ready to charge at me. I slowly reached up to the floor buttons and pressed the sixtieth floor, while still keeping eye contact with him.

The lights suddenly went on in the elevator and the hooded man’s head twisted up to the ceiling, before landing back on me. “Great, our time is limited! And I had so much planned!” I really thought he was going to stomp his foot.

I slammed my fist against a button right when he started to stalk towards me. The doors closed almost completely when he stuck one of his black-gloved hands through the door and pried it open. I pushed the doors together with sweaty hands. The copies and my cell phone clattered to the phone where I left it.

“NO!” I screamed, pressing the buttons all over again. He was casually standing in front of the doors, watching me over his crossed arms. I reached down into the corner of the elevator and threw my cell phone directly at his crotch.

He caught it easily and played with the buttons. “Oooh, fancy. If you wanted me to add my number so badly you could have just asked.”

“Just give me my phone back, and leave,” I growled, clenching my fists at my side. He picked up his gaze from my phone and tilted his head down to me. I wiggled uncomfortable from under his gaze.

He leaned further towards me, his hand resting against one of the sides of the door. “Hey now, don’t be like that, Cupcake,” he scolded, waggling my phone as he spoke. He stepped into the elevator, turning the air around me to ice. “After everything I’ve done for you, you’re trying to hit my prized possessions?”

My back hit the wall and my mouth unable to move. Whenever I tried to form words nothing would come out, I was mute. “Faith-aroo-Faith-aroo,” he sang, sending chills down my spine. He walked closer and closer until his body was completely pressed against mine at a temperature so hot, I instantly broke into a sweat.

I pushed a hand against his sweatshirt, pushing him back with all of my energy. His chest was rock hard, almost like cement. “Move!” I mouthed, my face straining to shove him back.

He chuckled, leaning in ever-so-slightly so the side of his face brushed against my cheek. I felt stubble, and yet could smell aftershave on his skin. “Tub or window?” he whispered. “What?” I blurted, my vocal cords suddenly working. My voice sounded raspy and uncontrolled.

“Tub…or window?” he hissed. “Make a choice.”

“I—I don’t—“

He suddenly gripped my jaw in his hand and forced my head up. “Or maybe you’re still a fun-house kind of girl? I can manage that, I was always one for illusions. Although….” he trailed a finger down my cheek. “It’s not as fun when the victim passes out, instead of having a heart attack, not gunna lie.”

My stomach dropped. He was asking me how I wanted to die.

The doors of the elevator closed making him whip his head to the side. “Oh Hope, we’re all alone!” he cheered, his voice husky. “Too bad I have to leave, I can’t stay here often it’s a too…” he motioned to the florescent lights above the ceiling, “--bright. I have sensitive retinas you know. I prefer the dark anyways, I blend in quite--” he stopped, stepped back, and gave me a once over. “What the hell are you wearing?”

I froze. “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing.”

His voice had absolutely no emotion.

“It’s nothing, I—“

He straightened as the doors opened on the elevator. “David.”

“D-david?” I repeated the name with shaky lips. The ferocity in his voice made me believe he was going to hurt him. “What about—“

“David,” he said, as if confirming something. “David Star, age 22, 220 pounds and works on the…top floor conveniently where someone could say…push him through the window and out into a terrifying, yet hilarious drop?”

My eyes widened. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Hey, can you smoke in elevators?” he asked, digging into his tight pants.

I snapped my fingers in his face. “Don’t. Hurt. Him.”

“Hurt who?”

I threw my arms up. “David! We were talking about David!”

“You don’t have to yell, gosh.” A long moment passed before he chuckled deep in his throat. “You know, I have an mighty-fine conclusion to this whole, “I’m going to steal Death’s cloak and bleach it because I’m an annoying little excuse for a person,” dilemma,” he said, making sure to lean back and use air quotes with his fingers as he spoke. “Give me my cloak tonight when I knock on your door….or David get’s thrown off this building heads first. If I’m feeling nice, I’ll just slit his throat and throw him on your bed face up, that way the blood seeps on two ends of your bed and not just in the center. Or I could kill him with a chainsaw but that always gets messy.”

I could feel his smirk as he said the last part.

I brushed my hair from my face and pressed my fingers to my temple. Not only was I starting to get a throb in my hand and my head, I honestly couldn’t tell if this guy was joking anymore, or he was really debating on using a chainsaw and pushing David off of a building.“That’s not a deal, Death. That’s a threat.” “Say my name, say my name,” he whispered, along with a grunt. He put a hand to his face like he was scratching his nose, but of course, I couldn’t even tell if he had a nose to begin with, because of the giant black hole that covered his face. “Well? What’ll it be, Fate? I don’t have all freaking day; I only annoy you in my spare time.”

He must have a lot of spare time….

“Deal,” I muttered.

“You made a good choice. Now I know why I didn’t squish your hand like a pancake in the copy machine.”

“I knew I wasn’t imagining what the copier did,” I muttered, looking at my still pink hand.

He gave my cheek a playful smack before he put a hand on the side of his hood and whispered in a secretive manner, “If it makes you feel any better my little red-velvet cupcake, whitch it probably won’t because I’m not the best at giving good news… I decided you’re a tub kind of girl.”

His evil snicker echoed the elevator even after he disappeared into a puff of black smoke.