Chapter 5

CHERYL POV

A couple of hours later, I'm dragging my beaten and worn-out ass home and grumbling under my breath, tiredly. I could really do with a nice late-night meal and right now.

I suddenly regretted telling Gwen not to wait up for me. Turns out that one skill I have in the kitchen department, is only limited to making my own coffee and burning toast. All the culinary skills from my mom were inherited by my older sister, Sheila. I just got the brains.

Using my key, I opened the apartment but was stopped in my tracks.

I blinked once, and then twice to make sure I'm not imagining things due to my hunger.

"Please tell me that's food I'm seeing right there," I pleaded earnestly.

I surveyed the room and motioned to the dining table which was set with assorted dishes. Gwen stood a few meters away with a huge contented sheepish grin on her face, her hands locked tightly behind her back.

"Well," she clapped her hands together. "It's just a little something to cheer you up after your hectic day at work".

A huge smile broke out on my face. "Really?"

"Yep. And feel free to shower me with praises later on for being awesome," she teased, motioning me to the table. "Com'on, don't just stand there, the food is getting cold."

"Right."

I dropped my bag and eagerly walked to the table. Releasing a deep sigh, I sunk into the chair that she had drawn out. "Thanks."

She beamed at me as she unveiled a dish in front of me. "Ta-da! Your delicious spicy chicken sandwich and chips."

My jaw dropped in awe. "Wow, it smells delicious."

Gwen nodded. "It is. Dig in."

I grabbed a plate and filled it with the mouthwatering food. "Hmm," I moaned with delight after the first bite. "This tastes so good."

Gwen playfully rolled her eyes at me. "Duh! Am the cook."

I chuckled and savored each bite.

"So tell me, how did it later go... at work?" she asked and examined me from head to toe. "Clearly, you weren't fired, or you would have been bawling your eyes right now."

I suddenly felt less ravenous than before, I replied, "I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm still trying to figure out how much of a jerk my boss, 'The Devil' really is."

Gwen leaned in closer, curious. "What did he do this time?"

I let out a reluctant sigh and took another bite. "He knew about it all along."

"He knew about what?" Gwen pressed.

I gave her a meaningful look, and her eyes widened. "WTF! He knew about it and still didn't call you out on it like he normally did to the previous employees?"

I solemnly nodded.

"But why?" Gwen asked, her face contorted in anger

I shrugged. "I have no idea."

Gwen pulled back with a nasty look on her face. "That's just mean. He probably did it on purpose to make you sweat it out."

"Exactly," I agreed.

"Just when I thought he wouldn't stoop so low, he goes on to prove me wrong. What exactly does he get from putting people on edge, huh?" Gwen seethed . And damn right, I was on edge.

"It probably helps him sleep at night," I mumbled, taking another bite of the delicious chips.

Gwen turned her head towards me, eyes filled with rage and murderous intent. "Why aren't you fuming about this? You should be spewing out fire from your nostrils for fucks sake!"

I looked at Gwen, my expression less neutral. "Spewing fire from my nostrils?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed without hesitation.

"Well, thanks, but you seem more aigtated with the whole situation than I am," I replied, waving my fork around her face. "And trust me, The Devil ain't worth that kind of a reaction. He's just wired that way, to torment those beneath him."

Gwen grunted in response and stuck out her bottom lip like a petulant child.

"Besides, this isn't the first nor is it gonna be the last time something like this will happen," I shrugged. "I've chosen to live with it. And let's not forget the incredibly high amount he pays me. Never forget the money."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Him paying you well doesn't make up for the fact that he's an asshole, Cheryl. I wonder how you manage to tolerate working in close proximity with him. I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a knife."

I laughed, trying to keep it light with food in my mouth. "That's hilarious." I moaned again as I tasted another chip. "Girl, this is really delicious."

"Yep," she pops the P at the end. "But trust me when I say that sex is even better."

I choked on a forkful of chips and started coughing uncontrollably. Gwen rolled her eyes at me once again before she handed me a glass of water. I grabbed the glass with both hands and rapidly gulped it down untill the slight burning sensation on my tongue subsided.

"Oh my god! What the heck, girl," I croaked due to my sore throat.

"What?" She widened her eyes at me innocently. "It's true. I know food is good and all that stuff but, girl, sex is much more satisfying. Take it from an expert." she winked at me, snatched a piece of fry from my plate, and popped it into her mouth.

I gaped and shook my head at her. "You're such a weirdo."

Gwen rolled her eyes heavenward in frustration. "There's nothing weird about sex. In fact, it's an exhilarating pleasurable experience where a man sticks his cock into a–"

I quickly slapped my hands over my ears. "La la la la la la. I can't hear you." I sang in a high–pitched voice.

Gwen wrinkled her nose in annoyance at me. "God, you're such a prude."

I playfully glared at her "No, am not," I defended myself.

She gave me a bored look. "You act like one," She looked at me pointedly. "You really need to get laid and have some fun in the bedroom."

"I'll keep that in mind, my lady, and maybe find time for it in my busy schedule," I said, flashing an exaggerated smile.

She nodded with satisfaction. "Good, because i'm setting up a blind date for you very soon." She stood and turned to leave to her room.

My cutlery dropped with a clatter onto my plate, as I gaped at her back in horror. "Wait, what!" I cried out in utter disbelief.

She stopped in her tracks. "What you heard, girl. It's about time a man helped clean your webby-like pussy."

"My pussy is damn clean, Gwen!"

"Whatever rocks your boat, girl!" she yelled back. "Who knows if that's what have been blocking your head from realizing how much of a dickwad your boss is." she mumbled the last part.

"I heard that," I called after her.

Her response was the sound of her door slamming shut.

Ugh! Did I ever mention that my roomie is quite eccentric and can be quite persistent? Well, now I have.

And that probably means I'm in deep trouble .