The Alpha's Secret Human Sugar Baby - Chapter 70: Chapter 70
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Aurora’s POV
My world is crumbling around me. Anything that could go wrong at work is going wrong. One thing after another, everything is going wrong. And they're all little, small things, but they build up and drive me more and more crazy. I feel like I'm gonna pull my hair out if something else happens.
I just want to leave. I could take time off because I have plenty of vacation days saved up even though I haven't been here for very long. Maybe if I take time off and think about my next steps, I can figure out if I should keep working here or not.
An obnoxious laugh sounds from Thorne’s office, but I don't look. Angeline has become a fixed point in the office, and even though I try not to let her bother me, she does. That shouldn't be a surprise, because every chance she gets she rubs it in my face that Thorne has chosen her.
For example, yesterday when she left, Angeline had a gift bag from a boutique that she hadn't had when she arrived.
“Do you want to see the necklace Thorne got for me?” Angeline had asked when she left yesterday. She waggled the bag in my face as if teasing me.
“No, Angeline. If you can't tell, I'm busy. Some people are responsible and have jobs.”
It was satisfying to watch her walk off in a huff of frustration, but that satisfaction only lasted for so long because I quickly realized Thorne had given her a gift. Gift giving is one of the steps that leads up to becoming more than friends, especially if it's jewelry.
Clenching my jaw, I shake my head and force my eyes back to the files that I'm organizing for Thorne’s next meeting.
“Baby, I think it’s time we make it official again,” Angeline announces loudly. I don’t mean to, but I start listening. Is this it? The moment I’ve been dreading since she arrived?
Thorne is finally going to put me out of my misery accept Angeline, giving me the out that I need to leave. It’s the only outcome, and it’s been building for over a week.
“I’d rather fuck a cactus, Angeline,” Thorne’s deep voice says. I freeze, shocked and slightly amused by his words. What did he just say?
“Excuse me?” Angeline shrieks. Something clatters, probably falling over.
“I said, I would rather fuck a cactus than be with you again, Angeline. Do you have hearing problems that are just as bad as your attitude?”
What the hell is happening?
After watching them over the last week and a half, I could’ve sworn that Thorne would readily accept Angeline. Yet, here he goes, denying her.
“Then why did you take me out and give me gifts?”
“I didn’t give you that necklace, Angeline. Ivy did and you know that,” Thorne says, and my jaw drops. She’d rubbed it in my face knowing it would make me upset to think that Thorne had bought her something. That conniving little bitch.
Her gasp of outrage doesn’t stop Thorne from continuing, “As for the lunch and dinner outings, I wanted to give you the closure you needed to fully accept how we will never be together.”
Another shriek flies from Thorne’s office right before Angeline throws the door open and storms out. She doesn’t look at me as she passes, but her mutterings about breakups and stupid, selfish men reach my ears.
I glance at Thorne’s office door as it hangs open, wondering again what happened. Did he really do all that to reject her in the end?
The sound of shuffling comes from within Thorne’s office, making me jump back to work. I don’t want him to come out and catch me eavesdropping. So, I continue organizing files and working on memos, all while trying to straighten my own thoughts and confusion.
It’s not like I can just walk into Thorne’s office and ask him what he’s thinking or feeling. I can’t shut my brain off, either, and it feels like the same ten questions are circling around and around in my head.
Soon, the light headache behind my eyes spread through my head. By the time I leave work, my head is pounding like I’ve been wacked with a bat.
The building is eerily quiet and dark when I step inside. I reach out, barely able to see three feet in front of me.
“Hello?”
A giggle sounds from somewhere in the room, and I spin around, trying to find the source of the sound. As I turn, the darkness fades, and I realize I’m in the lobby of the office. People walk around, unaware that it was just dark in here, talking and laughing with each other.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces are scattered around the room.
Thorne is talking to someone near the door. Ivy and Jackson are flirting shamelessly over by the café. Angeline is on the other side of the room, staring straight at me.
When our eyes connect, she pushes off the wall and marches toward me. I try to walk away, to move, but it’s like my feet are glued to the floor.
“Look who arrived!” She announces, gaining everyone’s attention. “The little whore who thinks she’s more important than everyone here.”
What is she saying?
I look around, trying to find Thorne, but he has disappeared.
“You like to seduce men who are in relationships with other women, don’t you?” Angeline asks, stopping in front of me. She reaches out too fast for me to react and grabs me by the back of the neck. I gasp.
“I know you’re sleeping with Thorne,” she sings, and gasps fly through the room. “That’s right, everyone! Little human Aurora is a gold-digging witch who sleeps with men and takes their money. She’s no better than your common whore.”
“Let me go!” I cry, trying to pull away from her. This isn’t happening. This can’t be real.
Angeline laughs and tightens her grip painfully on my neck. I cry out as she yanks my head to the left.
“What do you think, Thorne? Are you ready to take the trash out and come back to a real woman?” Angeline asks, shaking me hard. I stumble, but her grip on my neck never faulters, so I don’t fall.
Thorne is standing no more than five feet away, watching the whole scene play out. I want to ask for help, but the cold glint to his eyes makes me swallow my words.
“Thorne?” I hate how weak I sound as I whimper his name.
His eyes move up and down my body before he looks at Angeline and shrugs, “I’m done with her. I got exactly what I wanted.”
“You hear that?” Angeline sneers as Thorne walks closer. She shoves me away, sending me tumbling to the floor.
By the time I turn around, Thorne’s arms are wrapped around Angeline’s waist and his lips are on hers. She kisses him back, wraps her arms around him, and purrs.
I cry out, bolting upright in the bed and gasping for air. I claw at my chest, images of Thorne calling me trash flitting through my mind.
He wouldn’t.
My world is crumbling around me. Anything that could go wrong at work is going wrong. One thing after another, everything is going wrong. And they're all little, small things, but they build up and drive me more and more crazy. I feel like I'm gonna pull my hair out if something else happens.
I just want to leave. I could take time off because I have plenty of vacation days saved up even though I haven't been here for very long. Maybe if I take time off and think about my next steps, I can figure out if I should keep working here or not.
An obnoxious laugh sounds from Thorne’s office, but I don't look. Angeline has become a fixed point in the office, and even though I try not to let her bother me, she does. That shouldn't be a surprise, because every chance she gets she rubs it in my face that Thorne has chosen her.
For example, yesterday when she left, Angeline had a gift bag from a boutique that she hadn't had when she arrived.
“Do you want to see the necklace Thorne got for me?” Angeline had asked when she left yesterday. She waggled the bag in my face as if teasing me.
“No, Angeline. If you can't tell, I'm busy. Some people are responsible and have jobs.”
It was satisfying to watch her walk off in a huff of frustration, but that satisfaction only lasted for so long because I quickly realized Thorne had given her a gift. Gift giving is one of the steps that leads up to becoming more than friends, especially if it's jewelry.
Clenching my jaw, I shake my head and force my eyes back to the files that I'm organizing for Thorne’s next meeting.
“Baby, I think it’s time we make it official again,” Angeline announces loudly. I don’t mean to, but I start listening. Is this it? The moment I’ve been dreading since she arrived?
Thorne is finally going to put me out of my misery accept Angeline, giving me the out that I need to leave. It’s the only outcome, and it’s been building for over a week.
“I’d rather fuck a cactus, Angeline,” Thorne’s deep voice says. I freeze, shocked and slightly amused by his words. What did he just say?
“Excuse me?” Angeline shrieks. Something clatters, probably falling over.
“I said, I would rather fuck a cactus than be with you again, Angeline. Do you have hearing problems that are just as bad as your attitude?”
What the hell is happening?
After watching them over the last week and a half, I could’ve sworn that Thorne would readily accept Angeline. Yet, here he goes, denying her.
“Then why did you take me out and give me gifts?”
“I didn’t give you that necklace, Angeline. Ivy did and you know that,” Thorne says, and my jaw drops. She’d rubbed it in my face knowing it would make me upset to think that Thorne had bought her something. That conniving little bitch.
Her gasp of outrage doesn’t stop Thorne from continuing, “As for the lunch and dinner outings, I wanted to give you the closure you needed to fully accept how we will never be together.”
Another shriek flies from Thorne’s office right before Angeline throws the door open and storms out. She doesn’t look at me as she passes, but her mutterings about breakups and stupid, selfish men reach my ears.
I glance at Thorne’s office door as it hangs open, wondering again what happened. Did he really do all that to reject her in the end?
The sound of shuffling comes from within Thorne’s office, making me jump back to work. I don’t want him to come out and catch me eavesdropping. So, I continue organizing files and working on memos, all while trying to straighten my own thoughts and confusion.
It’s not like I can just walk into Thorne’s office and ask him what he’s thinking or feeling. I can’t shut my brain off, either, and it feels like the same ten questions are circling around and around in my head.
Soon, the light headache behind my eyes spread through my head. By the time I leave work, my head is pounding like I’ve been wacked with a bat.
The building is eerily quiet and dark when I step inside. I reach out, barely able to see three feet in front of me.
“Hello?”
A giggle sounds from somewhere in the room, and I spin around, trying to find the source of the sound. As I turn, the darkness fades, and I realize I’m in the lobby of the office. People walk around, unaware that it was just dark in here, talking and laughing with each other.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces are scattered around the room.
Thorne is talking to someone near the door. Ivy and Jackson are flirting shamelessly over by the café. Angeline is on the other side of the room, staring straight at me.
When our eyes connect, she pushes off the wall and marches toward me. I try to walk away, to move, but it’s like my feet are glued to the floor.
“Look who arrived!” She announces, gaining everyone’s attention. “The little whore who thinks she’s more important than everyone here.”
What is she saying?
I look around, trying to find Thorne, but he has disappeared.
“You like to seduce men who are in relationships with other women, don’t you?” Angeline asks, stopping in front of me. She reaches out too fast for me to react and grabs me by the back of the neck. I gasp.
“I know you’re sleeping with Thorne,” she sings, and gasps fly through the room. “That’s right, everyone! Little human Aurora is a gold-digging witch who sleeps with men and takes their money. She’s no better than your common whore.”
“Let me go!” I cry, trying to pull away from her. This isn’t happening. This can’t be real.
Angeline laughs and tightens her grip painfully on my neck. I cry out as she yanks my head to the left.
“What do you think, Thorne? Are you ready to take the trash out and come back to a real woman?” Angeline asks, shaking me hard. I stumble, but her grip on my neck never faulters, so I don’t fall.
Thorne is standing no more than five feet away, watching the whole scene play out. I want to ask for help, but the cold glint to his eyes makes me swallow my words.
“Thorne?” I hate how weak I sound as I whimper his name.
His eyes move up and down my body before he looks at Angeline and shrugs, “I’m done with her. I got exactly what I wanted.”
“You hear that?” Angeline sneers as Thorne walks closer. She shoves me away, sending me tumbling to the floor.
By the time I turn around, Thorne’s arms are wrapped around Angeline’s waist and his lips are on hers. She kisses him back, wraps her arms around him, and purrs.
I cry out, bolting upright in the bed and gasping for air. I claw at my chest, images of Thorne calling me trash flitting through my mind.
He wouldn’t.
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