Protection

Chapter 3

Kelly POV

I have been working for Mr Morgan for three months now and I can honestly say that working with him is not as bad as I thought it would be. Almost everyday he gets a booty call and it is shocking to me that he sleeps around because he is such a nice person with a great personality. He treats me with respect and he speaks to me as if we are old friends. But I don't have any guy friends and I'm not planning on making any.

Guys are trouble!

"We have to be on our way now to the board room if we are going to be on time for that meeting", I said irritated with attitude and crossing my hands over my chest. We've grown pretty close during those there months.

I have been trying to get him out of his office for ten minutes now but he still sits still behind his desk, starring into space as if I'm not even standing right in front of him.

He looked at me and stood up, fixing his suit, he made his way out of the office and I followed him.

When we got to the board room, everyone was already there so we just took our seats and said our greetings.

As the meeting went on I couldn't help but stare at Mr Morgan as he spoke. He is always so serious when it comes to his company.

"I'll take the deal", said one of the men and it snapped me out of my gaze.

We gave everyone a firm handshake and walked back to his office.

When we got to his office he stood in front of me just looking down at me with our face only inches away. He moved his face closer to mine as if he was about to kiss me so I looked down at my wrist watch to avoid the awkward situation.

It's already 10:32 pm. My dad is going to kill me.

"Are you seeing someone Crawford?", he randomly asked me.

"No", I said while reaching into the bag for my cellphone, trying to avoid looking up at him. I could still feel his eyes burning my skin.

"Why?", he asked still not moving.

"Because men are trouble", I said while still pretending to search through my bag.

"Your a lesbian?", he asked and I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"No!", I said as I starred at my phone screen.

"You.....", he was about to say something else but I cut him off.

"I have to get home, it's getting late", I said while making my way towards the door not giving him another look.

"Have a goodnight Miss Crawford", he said in a sexy voice and I couldn't help the blush that formed on my cheeks.

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I have been waiting twenty minutes for the bus and it still hadn't arrive. I sat on the bench and rubbed my arms because I started to freeze and tremble.

"Crawford", I heard someone say my name and I jumped up in surprise because it was unexpected.

"Oh Mr Morgan, you scared me ", I said holding my chest and he laughed.

"Come on lets go. I'll give you a ride home", he said putting his hands in his pockets.

"I was actually ab.........", I was talking but he cut me off.

How rude!

"It wasn't a question", he said and made his way towards his car.

I hesitated about four times before I finally decided to follow him.

He opened the passenger door for me and waited for me to get in before walking around to the driver's side.

There was an awkward silence in the car that made me feel uncomfortable. I decided to turn the radio on and a jazz music started playing
and I started chuckling.

"What's so funny?", he asked still keeping his eyes on the road.

"You listen to jazz?", I asked looking at him and he took his eyes off the road for one second to looked at me.

"I love jazz. What's wrong with jazz?", he asked.

"I think its weird", I said smiling.

"Well next time don't touch my radio", he said then the car stopped and I noticed that we were parked in my neighborhood.

"Thanks for the ride", I said opening the door and stepping out.

"No problem", he said and I just smiled.

I walked into the house trying to be as quiet as I can so I wouldn't wake my father up.

"Where are you coming from?", he asked and I turned to see him sitting on the stairs. I guess he wasn't asleep after all.

"F-from work. I had a late meeting", I said and he approached me.

"Seriously! A meeting? That's the best excuse you can come up with? Why are you such a slut! I raised you better than that!", he screamed at me and pushed me hard against the wall.

I got up and ran to the door. As soon as I took two steps outside he pulled me back into the house by my hair. He dragged me into the living room and started breaking all the glass designs that we had on the walls.

I saw that he started to approach me so I sat on the floor with my arms wrapped around my legs, squeezing my knees into my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, trying to prepare my body for the pain that's about to come.