There once was a woman
Who hated a man
They worked together
At a thankless job
When they were young
And he slacked off
Avoiding his thankless responsibilities
And leaving her to do
His work
She’d yell at him
And call him lazy
And an asshole
And a prick
And a dumbass
And a fuckboy
And a bitch
She loved calling him a little bitch
All the while
He was indifferent to the work
And to her swearing
And to her hating him
She was 20
And beautiful
And he was 18
And handsome
Night after night
They were stuck with each other
He’d put in his headphones whenever she started to speak to him
And she did whatever should could do
Not to look at him
But her eyes
Her damn eyes
They started to search for him everywhere
She had to be near him
To tease him
To try to get some sort of reaction out of him
But he never gave her the pleasure
Weeks passed
And tension was building
She hated him so much
Hated his eyes
That never ‘lit up’
Like most peoples do
She hated his messy hair
And how he couldn’t stand straight up
But had to lean against everything
She hated that women would come in just to see him
Just to talk to him
And she hated that he never seemed to care about any of them
One night
It was just the two of them closing together
He was on his phone
Not doing his job
“Are you seriously not going to help me?”
“Nope.”
“You stupid little bitch.”
He looked up from his phone and smirked at her.
“Seriously? Just do something.”
“Make me,” he said to her.
“Make you? How?”
“Figure it out, genius.”
She walked over to where he was sitting and grabbed his arm, pulling him upwards.
He didn’t move, but glared at her instead.
“Holy shit. You’re heavy for being a skinny prick.”
“Thanks.”
“Not a compliment, dipshit.”
“One of us needs to go do our job.”
She grabbed a leg with the arm, and pulled him harder.
He fell out of his seat.
She fell on top of him.
“You’re really not going to do my job for me?” he asked, whispering to her.
“Fuck no.”
“But you always do?”
“I—. . . I don’t always do it.”
“Yes you do. It’s why I let you call me wild things.”
“Really? That’s why?”
She felt the warmth from his body on her skin.
She accidentally smelled him.
He smiled at her.
She pushed him down and got up.
“Don’t do that.”
“Will you give a hand up?”
He reached out for her.
She looked at it and scoffed. Then she grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up.
He yanked her back down, and she collapsed on top of him again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she said through heavy breathing.
“I think I am doing this,” his lips met hers. And to her own surprise, she didn’t resist.
Instead, she met him with furious passion.
. . .
They fucked that night
Several times
All over their work
In lots of different ways
And all of a sudden
They didn’t hate each other
Now
They realized
That they
Loved each other
And always had.
CH 2/14/24
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