Accomplice

CHARLOTTE

"You know, you let me know of any abnormality you notice in him," Raquel whispered.

-Yes. Yes ma'am, "I answered.

It was my first day at work and I was already in trouble.

To get started. My office is the waiting room that used to be an office, but they turned it into a waiting room for interviews —That's what the riquillo informed me—, not that it is a problem in itself, but there is too much light in the morning. The second problem was that the rich man also expects me to fulfill my deal.

The third problem is due to the second, and that is ... How am I going to keep my word to the two people?

The fourth and last, but not least. It is that this morning that I went to make coffee, there was none. Consequently I am still half groggy.

"You write me anything." You already have my number. "The blackhead smiled at me again and walked to the elevator and then left.

I closed my eyes and pretended to ease the headache that was about to start.

"Come to my office," ordered the riquillo over the intercom.

I shadowed my eyes by placing my hand on my forehead and stood up.

Will you begin to exercise your position as the employer?

I have seen many soap operas, and it is very likely that the first day he will begin to show his carnal desire for me.

If so, should I do something about it ...?

I took a cup holder that was on the desk. In the worst case, I will have to use it as a razor.

I walked down the hall and before entering the office, I knocked on the door.

"Excuse me ..." I opened the door and walked into the office. My sight was lost on the new object in the office.

At the back of the room was a closet as wide as the room. It went from wall to wall. And not to mention the stop.

"What were you talking about with Raquel?" -I ask. I directed my eyes towards him.

Confused, angry, restless and terrified. So I observed it.

"Of nothing in particular." He told me to watch out for you. Let him know if it comes out or something like that ...

His face calmed down a bit. He put the pen on the table and leaned his elbows on the desk.

"You clearly won't." His voice was demanding.

Here comes my dilemma, yeah

"I imagine there will be no problem if I tell you that you went out ..."

-If there is a problem. He rested his hands on the desk and pulled his chair back. "You and I made a deal."

What is the wild animal talking about?

-Excuse me...?

I found myself confused. He and I hadn't exchanged a word since yesterday.

And the only relevant words I can remember are:

'' Please don't say anything to Raquel! ''

"I agreed to overpay you to become my accomplice." He smiled, turning around. Slowly, he walked to the back of the room.

"I never ...

"I'll be honest, Lavagirl." —Ironized. It was not the first time someone called me that way. My characteristic red hair was very striking, and although it may not look like it, it is natural. And likewise, "Lavagirl's" hair color was pink. —Raquel put her trust in you, which hadn't happened with anyone. He opened the large closet, revealing many cloth suits and a couple of shirts to inform you. "I'm not saying she believes in you, but she can." This is a gold mine! He began to undress his vest and shirt. "I want to work with you side by side, side by side." As if we were lifelong companions. As if we were retired military personnel. "By undressing his shirt." I noticed his back. It was a male back, and I could tell that it wasn't that thin. There were exercise marks. —I want you to cover for me, that you lie for me. Let's be friends. ”He chose a black shirt. "What are you saying? Help me ...?" -Spun around.

-No sir. "I interrupted."

His pecs and abdomen were marked. Surely if she were a teenage One Direction fan, she would already be with her legs spread.

-What do you say? -I speak.

"I'm also a woman." I've been cheated on and I know what it feels like. I won't help make that happen to someone else. "I excused myself."

The truth was, I had decided on Raquel.

United horns will never be defeated!

-You will not help me...? His voice was confusing, and at the same time intimidating.

-I do not think so.

Let's see, I know this looked bad. I was aware of it, but come on. I had a secret between my lips, if I mastered it well, it could be that I would even increase my salary at the point of threats.

-Good. You're fired. ”He began to wear his shirt.

Fired?

"Hey, excuse me." What did he say?

-You are fired. You are fired, do you understand or not? He started buttoning his shirt.

Did the asshole forget what he knew !?

"Excuse me ... I know what happened yesterday ..." I pretended to defend myself.

He, upon hearing my comment, began to walk towards where I was, next to the door.

His shirt was with a couple of buttons to button, exposing his pectorals that were intended to be hidden with the fabric.

He really looked like a Mexican actor with his shirt like that.

"I know you know."

He stopped in front of me. He closed the door tightly and left his arm like that, his hand resting on the door, my back against the wall, and the one in front of me.

I had cornered myself.

"It's not the first time I've cheated on Raquel, she knows it, she's seen me many times." He smiled. His head was tilted so he could watch me.

I squeezed my hand tightly and prepared to use the cup holder at any moment.

Golf player is killed by a cup holder! I can imagine tomorrow's headlines.

"I think the only way you don't inform Raquel about me is for you to be that person who is with me." He started to bring his face closer to me.