I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

As the call connected, hope ignited within Fiona, and a smile involuntarily spread across her face. If Meredith arrived, she wouldn’t be at the mercy of these men. The four burly men also smiled, a sinister grin that boded ill intent. They had already envisioned their cruel games.

If such a beautiful woman were brought here, they would not let Fiona off either. These men were contractors for the collection agency, tasked with debt recovery by any means necessary, including intimidation and coercion.

Holding the phone, Fiona excitedly began, “Mere…” but before she could finish, the call was abruptly disconnected.

Stunned, Fiona’s smile vanished, and the light of hope in her eyes shattered. The men’s expressions darkened immediately. “Why did she hang up the phone?” they demanded.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fiona, you’re deceiving us again.”

“Since you can’t bring your friend, you’ll have to serve us instead.”

“I’ll call again,” Fiona said, voice trembling with fear as she dialed Meredith again. This time, the call was directly disconnected. The mechanical voice stating ‘The number you have dialed is switched off’ sent a chill through Fiona, fueling a surge of resentment.

“It can’t be,” Fiona panicked. Before her phone was snatched away, she hastily attempted to dial for help. But after entering just two digits, a burly man grabbed the phone and struck her across the face.

“Bitch, thinking of calling for help? Are we too gentle with you?” one sneered. “Jimmy, let’s take care of this woman first.”

Stripping off his clothes, one of the men threw Fiona onto the bed and advanced upon her…

“Ah, let go of me, let go…” Fiona struggled in vain as the men covered her mouth and restrained her limbs. She was like a fish on a chopping board, utterly at their mercy.

One by one, the men took turns. Fiona’s initial struggles gave way to despair, her eyes growing vacant, devoid of any fight. Her body was covered in bruises, and tears of hatred streamed down her face.

Fiona blamed everything on Meredith. It was Meredith’s failure to answer the phone that subjected her to this violation. Meredith was her hope, yet each disconnected call extinguished that hope further, deepening Fiona’s hatred.

***

At Thornfield Gardens.

Meredith was blissfully unaware that Fiona had called. It had been an evening tinged with alcohol as Terrence Sterling had indulged in a few drinks. His grandmother, along with Julian, had just left when Terrence seized the opportunity to engage Meredith in a more physical type of activity in his room.

As they were intimately entwined, Meredith’s phone began to ring. During the first ring, she reached for her phone and managed to answer it, but before she could speak, Terrence snatched the phone from her hand, disconnected the call, and “chastised” her for her lack of attention.

The phone rang a second time, and this time, Terrence promptly hung up and turned it off, determined to keep their evening free from interruptions. He then whisked Meredith away to the bathroom, changing the setting of their continued escapade.

Given it was an unfamiliar number and Terrence’s assertive demeanor, Meredith didn’t give the missed calls another thought. Eventually, the night’s exertions took their toll, and she fell into a deep sleep.

When Meredith awoke the next day, the memory of the previous night’s phone calls surfaced as she prepared for work. On her way, she decided to power on her phone and call back the number that had tried to reach her twice the night before, concerned it might be a client or work-related issue.

The number belonged to a burly man who had since forgotten about the previous evening’s phone interaction.

As Meredith’s call connected, the man answered with a gruff voice, clearly annoyed by the early disturbance, “Hello? Who is this? It’s too early for this. Call again and believe me, you’ll regret it.” His tone was rough and impatient, a clear indication he had just woken up, and without waiting for Meredith to respond, he abruptly ended the call.

Meredith, hearing the harshness in his voice and not recognizing it, surmised it was likely a wrong number. With that, she dismissed the incident from her mind and focused on the day ahead.