Throwing A Fit
Throwing A Fit
Dashawn
Hank Marsten, Bryan Gurrny and Jessica Abbot all laughed with me as Hank made some stupid joke about a horse in a bar. No one noticed how utterly fake I sounded because none of them knew me. Bobby Grimes, the Broadway star that the investors wanted to meet, chuckled, but I could see he was miserable being with us. I can’t blame him. Hank, in particular, was a little strange.
My phone vibrated, and a true smile crossed my face as I saw it was my Sweet Girl sending me a text. I missed her desperately. If it was for her having to meet with our new clients and take them to their place of accommodation she would be by my side right now, it would make this meeting more tolerable.
The smile on my face instantly dropped as I read the message. I don’t know what my face must have looked like, but the three investors suddenly looked extremely nervous.
“Everything okay? Hank asked.
“I’m sorry Hank, Bryan and Jessica, I have a family emergency.”
They must have felt how livid I was because all three put on fake smiles themselves and nodded.
“Oh, no problem. I’m sure Bobby here can finish up our tour of the company, and then we could all go grab a bite to eat. Take care of your emergency Dashawn. I hope everything works out,” Hank said.
I looked at Bobby, he nodded at me with genuine concern and I thanked him, and said goodbye.
I put my phone to my ear, calling Samantha as I walked away.
“Hello?” her sweet voice came across the phone in a breathless giggle.
“I will f*cking kill him. I told you what would happen. Did you think I was joking? You get your a*s back here, Samantha,” I said, in a low menacing voice.
There was silence. F*ck I didn’t mean to be so threatening. F*ck it, yes I did. She needs to learn that I won’t always be so doting if she’s going to f*ck around. I heard snuffling and heavy breathing. Was that a*shole all over her?
“Samantha,” I said lowly, trying not to scare her any more than I probably have.
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She giggled and my heart shattered.
“Baby,” I whispered, then I hung up. I couldn’t hear the heavy breathing and what sounded like sloppy kissing.
I went to my office. Sandra tried to get my attention by calling out my name, but I ignored her
and shut my door.
I took off my suit jacket and threw it on my couch with all my anger. My phone flew across
the room and smashed into pieces as it hit the wall. The little table by the door, I picked up
and smashed it against the wall. My glass coffee table shattered as I put my fist through it. My hand came away bloody with a large piece stuck between two knuckles and smaller shards embedded in my flesh. I then walked over to my couch, pulled it away from the wall and flipped it. Its underside was exposed to me as I kicked it to smithereens, its wooden
pieces were no match for my rage.
I was seething. I crossed to my desk, my computer flew across the room. I picked up my office chair, and it sailed towards my office door. It hit with a loud bang. I walked over to it and picked it up. I swung it against my door over and over until the roller legs bent, and the wheels flew in all different directions. I dropped the chair, breathing hard.
I’ll kill him, I’ll rip him limb from limb. And then I’ll show her who she belongs to. She won’t be able to walk for a week, I will redden that a*s to within an inch of her life. And she’ll never get
another orgasm from me.
I looked down at my bloody hand. I pulled the large piece from between my knuckles, an arc of blood spraying on my office door, and then picked the smaller pieces out. I didn’t feel anything. No pain registered, I was completely numb.
I went back to my desk and yanked the bottom drawer out. I pulled my .40 S&W out, pulled
back the slide and then put the gun into the back of my pants.
I walked to my office door and threw it open. A whole crowd of my employees were huddled
around Sandra’s desk.
“GET BACK TO WORK!” I roared. They scattered like mice, my sisters stood there staring at
- me.
“What’s going on?” Cia asked.
“I’m going hunting, I menacingly said.
Kimber’s mouth dropped.
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“Who? Where’s Samantha?” Cia asked.
“The male she’s with and that’s the million–dollar question.”
Just then Ellora Bellini and her entourage rounded the corner. My eyes went to Avery and hers widened.
I pointed at her, blood dripping from my closed fist.
“Did you put Samantha’s number on your phone that you should have gotten from the
contract?”
She nodded hesitantly. My brows furrowed, she changed her look. Her hair was dyed the same color as Samantha’s, and she put extensions in her hair. They looked more alike than
ever now.
“Message her and tell her Money is coming for her,” I snapped.
She gulped and shakily took her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans.
“Shawn?” Kimber whispered.
My employees and clients have never seen this side of me. People’s heads were leaning to see me from their desks, some standing behind their colleagues. I could see them whispering. Sandra had both hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. Ellora and her party all stared at me like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
I growled, “I’m not Shawn right now.” I moved forward with stomping feet towards the elevator. I heard gasps and the whispered words of ‘gun in my pants.‘ I didn’t give two sh*ts.
Just as I reached to push the button on the elevator, it dinged, and the doors started to open slowly. I heard her giggles before I saw her. My vision grew redder, and before I knew it I launched myself at her, backing her towards the elevator wall, slamming her against it. I was mindful of her head and put my hand up behind it so she wouldn’t hit the wall with it. Tears fell from my eyes, seeing hers wide with fear. But before I could say anything, I heard the cutest growl and then something was gnawing on my wrist.
Sharp teeth pierced my skin and I winced, all the feeling coming back as I held her in my
arms. The wrist biter tried to shake his head, but Samantha cried out and used her middle
finger and thumb to squeeze the puppy’s jaw to unlatch him. It worked, and he whined, then
he reached up and licked her all over her face.
She giggled, and I felt my heart knit itself back together and become whole.
She looked at me, her left eyebrow raised. There was no longer fear in her eyes. Oh no, my
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Sweet Girl was pissed.
“Your office, now!” She demanded.
My d*ck jumped to life at her tone. She pushed me from her, which I let her because let’s be honest, if I really didn’t want to move, I wouldn’t have. I followed behind her. Everyone stared their mouths agape, some trying to hide smiles, although I saw their amusement in their eyes. She marched like a general leading a wayward troop to his doom. The puppy in her arms could hardly be contained. He was so big, and she had to use both arms to hold him to her.
I know the look on my face must have changed drastically because when we rounded the
corner, my sisters looked at Samantha and then at me and smirks came across their faces.
As we passed them, Kimber whispered to her twin, “He looks just as besotted as the pup in
her arms.” Cia giggled, and I rolled my eyes, but I was sure it was true. My girl was here and
the male she was with had four legs instead of two.
When she opened the door to my office she froze. I could feel the blood dripping from my hand
and I winced. I looked at Sandra and made a look at the droplets, then back at her and she
nodded.
Samantha whirled on me, “Get your a*s in here!” I nodded and passed her. She slammed the
door. I was in for it.
