Chapter Eighty – They Need To Get Over It

Things at the office haven’t improved. My colleagues are still whispering and barely talking to me. It’s been over a week; it’s time for them to get over it. I have been close to losing it multiple times, but I refuse to stoop to their level. They aren’t worth it. They are jealous.

I head to the staff room for a drink. I stop in my tracks at the door because I see Wyatt. He isn’t alone; Heather, one of my colleagues, is with him. She is standing a little too close.

“I knew you were into your employees; I would have made my move months ago,” she purrs.

“Excuse me? Do you know how inappropriate that is? I could fire you; you know that, right?” Wyatt snaps.

“But you won’t. You know, you and I could have a lot of fun. Alyssa would never need to know,” she whispers seductively.

They have no idea I am here. Wyatt doesn’t seem interested in the slightest. She seems desperate. She is what I like to call the office bitch. She is so rude and mean to everyone.

“I am not interested, Heather. I am happy with Alyssa, and you and everyone else need to back the hell off and move on.”

She stops closer to him and places her hand on his arm. God, can she not take no for an answer? Wyatt takes a step back. She whines and stomps her foot.

“I would make it worth your while.”

“He said he isn’t interested, so back the fuck off!”

The words come from my lips before I can stop them. I don’t want to make a scene at work, but she has gotten on my last nerve. Her attention soon falls on me. She looks me over and screws up her face in disgust.

“Why you would pick her out of everyone, I will never understand,” she hisses.

I watch Wyatt tense behind her. He is going to lose it.

“Jealousy doesn’t look pretty on you. Get the hell out of here. He isn’t interested, and you look pathetic and desperate,” I hiss back.

She huffs and storms off like a child. I keep an eye on her until she is out of sight. I sigh and focus on Wyatt.

“I am sorry about her.”

“Don’t worry about it. It isn’t the first time she has tried to hit on me. She is lucky that I don’t fire her,” he says, annoyed.

I stroll over to him and reach up to kiss him softly. “She isn’t worth it.”

It gets to me that people are talking, but that doesn’t mean it will stop me from kissing my boyfriend when I want. People can talk and judge all they want, but nothing is going to change. They need to get used to it.

He kissed me and had to head back to his office. I get what I need and return to mine. Heather stops me in my tracks. Great, what does she want now?

“I could take him from you if I really wanted to. What makes you so special?”

“No, you really couldn’t. He is with me; he chose me. He doesn’t want you. He never has. What is so special about me? Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? Just back off and stay the fuck away from my man, Heather,” I warn, barging past her and heading straight for my office.

She better back off, but I’m not sure she will. I will need to keep my eye on her. I don’t trust her. I’ll be careful around her now because she would be the type to tell lies if she doesn’t get what she wants. I wish she’d start acting her age and not like a child. It’s pathetic really.

I walk into my office, feeling flustered. The people staring at me soon divert their attention elsewhere. I’m done not saying anything. My patience is gone. I know a lot of the women in here would love to get their hands on Wyatt. It won’t happen, not while I’m around, anyway.

I enter my office and close the door behind me. I’ve had enough of people for one day. The only person I want to deal with today is Wyatt. I always want to spend my time with him. Tonight we plan on looking at places to go for the weekend. He said anywhere, but I don’t want to pick somewhere expensive or too far away.

I leave my office and go into his. He is on a call. I keep quiet and hop up on his desk, waiting patiently for him to end it. I have done most of my work for the day. We don’t have long left. I am ready for home, and I’m sure he is too.

He winks at me as he talks. I giggle and wink back. He hangs up after a few minutes, and I climb onto his lap and kiss him. It is short and sweet because I don’t want to stir him up. He puts his attention on me. I happily climb into his lap.

“You okay, beautiful?”

“I am fine. Please be careful around Heather. I don’t trust her,” I sigh.

“I will be. I promise. I know women like her. She will get bored with me, eventually. Don’t you worry about her. I will deal with that.”

“You know me. I always worry, but I will try my best.”

“Thank you.” He smiles and kisses my cheek.

I keep my place on his lap, stealing kisses.

“I have nothing to do. I have finished mostly all of my work.”

“You can hang out with me in here. I still have some work to do. You can look at places we can go for the weekend. Anywhere you want. It doesn’t even need to be in America. It can be anywhere.”

I nod, peck his lips, and remove myself from his lap, taking a seat on the sofa. I will find something close to him. To go further afield, we would probably need more than a weekend. I will be happy at his cabin or on a nice beach, drinking cocktails and reading. Somewhere I can tease him while wearing my bikini.

There will be plenty of places. I use my iPad to look while he makes his calls. I can feel his eyes on me as he talks. I occasionally smile or wink at him, making him smile back or chuckle.

A knock on his office door grabs my attention. I swear, that better not be Heather! He motions for me to answer. When I pull the door open, relieved to see it isn’t her, it’s one of the guys who works here.

“Hey, Alyssa, is there any way I could have a quick word with the boss?” he asks.

“He is on a call at the moment. I will get him to come and find you when he is done.”

Seephon is the only one who hasn’t been whispering about us.

“Thank you, Alyssa,” he says and walks away.

I can feel a pair of eyes burning into me. I glance around, and they fall on Heather. She is sending me death glares. I smirk and wave, which seems to piss her off more. I laugh and close the door. Stupid bitch. I usually get along with most people, but not her, even if she was the last person on earth. She is just a horrible person. I refuse to let her get to me or try and ruin our relationship.

One thing that worries me is what his parents will think. How would they react to their son dating his assistant? Would it change their opinion of me? Would they stop accepting our relationship? I don’t know, and I hope I never need to find out the answer to my question.

I sigh and retake my seat on the sofa, going back to looking for somewhere to escape for the weekend. I can focus on that, rather than anything else.