Chapter 2: Building Tension
Meke walked into the office on Monday morning with a bounce in her step. She couldn't shake off the excitement from the weekend, where she'd spent a good portion of her time satisfying her carnal desires. Her mind wandered back to her encounters with Peter, but she quickly snapped herself out of it as she noticed Kobus standing by her desk, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Hey, babe," she greeted him casually, brushing past him to place her bag in the bottom drawer.
When she turned around, he pinned her to the desk and whispered in her ear, "I can't believe you're sleeping with that old man."
Meke swore she could feel Kobus's anger radiating off of him, and she tried to push him away gently. "It's not like that, okay? I'm just using my body to get ahead."
"And what happens when you're at the top?" he sneered. "Will you still be using your body for power?
What's gonna stop you then, huh?" Kobus spat out, holding Meke down forcefully.
Meke's heart hammered in her chest, but she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. She knew what she had to do.
"Let me go, Kobus. I can handle this on my own," she said, pushing him away firmly.
Kobus stared at her with disbelief and rage in his eyes. But then, just as suddenly as it had come, the anger left his expression, and he looked devastated.
"Is this really what you want, Meke? To be with someone else, to use your body as a tool for personal gain?"
Meke looked up at Kobus, searching for the right words to say. She didn't want to hurt him, but she knew that she couldn't let his jealousy control her decisions.
"I don't know what I want, Kobus," she said honestly. "All I know is that I'm not willing to give up my ambition, or my chance to succeed.
And if that means sleeping with Peter, then so be it," Meke said, her voice unwavering.
Kobus looked at her, hurt painting his features. She felt a pang of guilt shoot through her, but she steadied herself, reminding herself of her goals. She couldn't let Kobus' insecurity hold her back.
"Fine. Do what you have to do, Meke," Kobus muttered before storming off.
Meke released a deep sigh as she watched him leave, feeling a mix of relief and sadness.
At that moment, a coworker walked past and slapped Meke’s ass. “Well if it isn’t the office slut”
he said with a lewd grin on his face. Meke glared at him and murmured under her breath, “Fucking prick.”
Later that day, Meke was alone in the conference room, reviewing documents for an upcoming trial. She felt a presence behind her and whirled around to find Kobus leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, a smug smirk on his face. “I knew it,” he said, stepping forward.
“You’re such a fucking whore.”
Meke stood up, her heart pounding, her body tingling with adrenaline. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m just a piece of ass to use for your own pleasure? You’re no better.”
“Oh, I know,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “But I’m sick of being second best. I want to be the one to make you moan. The one you scream for.”
Meke hesitated for a moment, her heart racing.
Her resolve moments ago seemed like a distant memory, but she stood her ground and held Kobus’s gaze. She couldn’t let him see her uncertainty or fear.
“You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing? What you’ve been sleeping with that old man for?” Kobus asked, his voice still low, still dangerous. His eyes bored into Meke, and she knew that he would never back down.
Meke swallowed, her throat dry. She took a slow, deliberate breath, keeping her eyes locked on Kobus.