ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 56: ★Someone is getting fired★

Chapter 56: ★Someone is getting fired★

~Chapter 56~

I struggled to regain my vision, the world around me slowly came back into focus.

Michael’s face swam into my view, "Katya, oh my god, I’m so sorry," he muttered, hands grasping mine as he gently helped me up.

Marcus, still seething with anger, took a step forward but Michael’s glare stopped him in his tracks.

Seconds passes with the two men giving eachother glares of hate and threats.

It seemed it was Marcus who had given me the blow, judging by the guilty look on his face. But I knew better than to expect any remorse from him. He wouldn’t care that he’d hurt me; all that mattered to him was showing his dominance.

And he really doesn’t have it now with Michael in the room, haha. Be serious Katya, you should be more worried about Marcus not firing my ass.

Creepy Marcus had always been unpredictable, and I had no doubt that he’d fire me on the spot if he felt like it.

The music continued to thump around us and as I finally regained my balance, I felt Michael’s hand release mine.

I was grateful to be standing on my own two feet again, but my relief was short-lived. I watched as Michael took a step forward.

Oh no, he’s going to hit him again. I hope he didn’t want to continue what he started.

Quickly I grabbed Michael’s arm, tugging on his bicep. "Michael, stop,Please stop." I didn’t want things to escalate any further, didn’t want to see Michael and Marcus come to blows again which might result to me getting another hit.

That might send me to my grave.

Michael tensed face turned to me and I really thought he was going to ignore me, thought he was going to shake off my grip and continue fighting.

But then his face relaxed as he nodded. "Okay, okay," he said soothing

Making all the suppressed air released with a sigh of relief, but my relief ran out as he added, "But you’re coming with me." His words were firm, brooking no argument but WHAT!

Before I could even process what the hell was happening, Michael wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

I was stunned at first but nah, my shock was quickly replaced by panic. I needed my job, and I couldn’t afford to leave, not even for a minute.

Many tables needs me to attend to, customers to serve, and a paycheck to earn. And let’s not forget the extra pay for covering more tables - I couldn’t give that up.

So I pushed against Michael’s chest, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. "Let go of me, I have a job to get to," I protested, glancing up at Michael, my eyes pleading with him to understand.

Marcus, meanwhile, was silently watching the exchange, a sly smile spreading across his face.

For sure, I knew he was waiting for me to make a mistake, to leave my post and abandon my responsibilities. He’d love to have an excuse to fire me, and I wasn’t about to give it to him.

Not when I was already on his blacklist.

I glanced over at Marcus and he dropped the sly smile quickly into a scowling face. His jaw was bruised and swollen. A twinge of satisfaction rise in me at the sight.

Damn! Micheal punch must have done a number on him.

Michael’s gaze softened as he looked down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners like stars... Idiot, stop giving me those eyes! I felt a flutter in my chest, and I quickly looked away, trying to break the spell of this witchcraft.

But his low and gentle voice drew me back in "Okay, how about when you’re done with your job?" I turned back to him, my heart skipping a beat at the prospect of spending more time with him.

And again, before I could respond, Marcus’s voice that was shrill with malice cut in, "No need, she can go with you now because she’s fucking fired!" He exclaimed, his arms flying up in the air like a child throwing a tantrum.

My flipping heart sank, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I’m fucking fired, because of this man! Michael!

Pushing myself out of Michael’s grasp, my glare hard and harsh as I tore my gaze from him

Taking a step forward, my glaring eyes changing to a pleading one with Marcus. I needed this job, desperately. I couldn’t afford to lose it, not now.

I fell to my knees, my hands clasped together in supplication "I’m sorry, please forgive me," I sobbed, my words tumbling out in a rush

"I don’t know him, I’m not going anywhere with him. He...he..." My voice cracked, and I hiccuped, my body shaking with sobs.

Pressing my face and forehead to the floor, both scraping against the cold stairs tile as I begged for mercy.

I snuck a glimpse at his face, he was smiling, a cruel, sadistic smile that made my blood boil.

Mother fucker, Marcus loves seeing me like this, but what can I do. I in my anger to the back of my brain, keeping it down there knowing I had to keep begging if I wanted to keep my job.

If I got fired, it was back to job hunting, and I knew I couldn’t rely on my good lying charm to get me hired again.

I was pulled harshly from the floor. My wobbly legs, stumbling, and I looked up to see Michael’s face red with anger.

"Why are you begging this idiot?" Michael growled and I so wanted to punch him, to tell him to mind his own business

That idiot is my fucking boss, I wanted to scream. But I bit my tongue.

"He’s my boss, for Christ’s sake, let go!" I struggled to free myself out but I was just a tiny being compared to him.

"Your boss or just a dumb manager?" Michael sneered, "Fuck him, he’s the one getting fired." I stopped struggling and looked at Michael.

What did he mean? Was he going to get Marcus fired? That would be epic but shut the fuck up, how?

Michael grabbed my hands again and began dragging me up the stairs to the VIP area. I tried keeping up with Michael’s long strides as Marcus surprised me by following us.

We passed the bouncers and the VIP lounges and I was beginning to feel unease. Where was Michael taking me?

We walked into a quieter area of the club, the music and laughter fading into the background. I noticed that we were heading towards the owner’s office, a place that was normally off-limits to some staff.

Michael pushed open the door without even knocking, a move that made my heart summersault.

That was a number one rule in the club - never enter the owner’s office without permission. But Michael totally disregard the rule, pushing into the office with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

Who the hell is he? different questions ran around my head. What kind of power did he have in the club?

The scene that met us was exactly what the warnings had cautioned against: knock before you enter, lest you stumble upon something you’d rather not see.

And stumble we did. My boss, Diane, and a man I didn’t recognize were in the midst of a passionate encounter, their bodies entwined in a way that left little to the imagination.

Literally.

I yelped, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I frantically tried to cover my eyes.Burying my face into Michael’s chest, mortified.

Michael, however, seemed to find the situation amusing, and he chuckled, his chest vibrating with laughter against my ear.

"The hell Micheal" I heard my boss exclaimed, and I heard movement before Micheal moved forward into the office.

"The hell, Michael!" I heard Diane exclaim, with a voice that was mixed with shock, embarrassment, and annoyance.

I heard the sound of movement, followed by Michael’s calm, "Sorry, Diane."

They know eachother other? Ofcourse they would.

Slowly I raised my head, peeking up at Michael before turning my attention to Diane. She was sitting now, dressed in a hastily thrown-on clothes, her hair still disheveled.

She looked like she’d just been caught red-handed, which, I suppose, she had.

"What do I owe this sudden presence, Michael?" Diane asked, her voice still laced with annoyance.

The man she’d been with walked out of the office, his face scowling, no doubt upset that his romantic interlude had been so abruptly interrupted.

Sorry...

Michael strode confidently across the room and sat down at the couch situated at one wall.

He patted the space beside him and I hesitated, looking over at my boss, Diane, who nodded subtly, her eyes flicking to Marcus, still standing by the door.

I sat down beside Michael and diane leaned forward, her elbows resting on her desk, her eyes narrowing as she took in the people before her.

"What are you doing here at my office with two of my staff," she firmly asked, to Michael, pausing.

"And one looking like he just got his ass beaten and the other looking so scared she’s about to bolt?" Diane’s gaze lingered on Marcus’s battered face before shifting to mine, her expression softening slightly.

My boss, Diane, was indeed a beautiful woman, with chocolate skin. But it was her kind heart and sharp business mindset that had earned her the respect and admiration of her staff, including me.

Michael nodded curtly at Marcus, "He needs to be sacked," he stated calmly, his voice devoid of emotion, as if he were discussing the weather rather than someone’s livelihood.

Whaa.

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I’m so sorry for the slow update, would try getting back to it. It’s just a lot rn irl.

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