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If people were to ask me “how is your job?” I’ll probably say it’s good enough to keep me going till the end of the month, can’t complain on the salary.
But if they asked so in a moment of vulnerability: I’ll say it’s less erotic to work with Christian Grey rather than working with my boss.
He’s the kind of guy anyone wants for some reason that not even the heavens above can comprehend, all the women in the company want their sweet and soft ass cheeks to be completely destroyed by him till they crawl on all fours after the blow… he’s the alpha, the billionaire and the bad boy with a cold heart who rejects all women because he’s edgy as hell… the usual bullshit.
This man is not human, which makes matters worse: he growls, his eyes turn dark when he gets angry and whenever he is engaged in a conflict he unleashes his alpha strength to brutally throw across the room the opponent (he did this with a guy named Larry, he dared to bring him the wrong type of coffee).
For me? He’s nothing special… and I’m not saying it in a cliché way, but I prefer not being anywhere near him or breath the same air as him… if he was the last man on earth I’ll rather waterboard myself with a bathtub filled up with Dr Pepper instead of engaging with this horny German shepherd.
Matters got worse when a so called
Y/n joined our company: when life gives you lemons it straight up throws a whole lemon tree at you.
She’s not like other girls: she wears baggy clothes and messy ponytails at work (while us idiots have to pull up in high heels and formal attire) she’s clumsy as hell and she doesn’t wear makeup (which she reminds us almost every fucking day to brag about how she’s not like us peasants).
The CEO grew a VERY STRONG like towards her: One time she exited his office with messy hair and a limp that lasted for weeks… me and my colleagues, like the kind and understanding people we are, called her Gregory House and always asked her if she needed another dose of Vicodin (and of course the “it’s never lupus” quote was thrown around too anytime we met her).
The CEO’s animalistic tendencies only amplified: one time y/n fell off the stairs and a guy named Michael appeared behind, the boss proceeded to throw him across the floor and send him flying straight to a nearby window… alpha daddy was protecting his cub, I wouldn’t be surprised if he took a piss on her to reclaim property.
As I was talking with my colleague Angela we were discussing about and accident I was involved with: my cup of coffee slipped onto the printer and ended up all over it.
“Butter fingers” Angela comments sarcastically.
“Haha very funny… I wanted to bury myself in that moment or just throw myself off a cliff”
“Hey at least you don’t fall and trip all the goddamn time like Y/n-“.
But before Angela could continue a commotion took our attention: Y/n stormed out of the office, her sugar dad… I mean the CEO running behind her.
“IM SO SORRY Y/N I DONT DESERVE YOU”
“YOU HURTED ME!”
CEO proceeds to hold her and caress her hair while starting to passionately make out with her IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OFFICE.
The pittbull growls as he slams his girlfriend.
“Bubba stop!” Y/n says in her usual pick me tone.
“I can’t, I need you… come here”.
Me and Angela are completely flabbergasted by the sight.
Suddenly another Colleague, Anna, walks by us.
“Anna could you explain what the fuck is happening?” I ask.
“Pretty simple Sarah, alpha daddy probably went full vent mode about how he doesn’t deserve Y/n, how he’s not good for her bla bla bla… probably threw her across the room and here we are” Anna explains, her tone completely used to this sort of torture.
“Could they stop making out in the middle of the office?” Angela asks.
“No he has to assert dominance and make all the man in this butt hole know who Y/n’s owner is” Anna says “Now he’s gonna growl and she’s gonna purr… you know”.
“I could have stayed home and watch National Geographic if I wanted to see animals fucking each other” Angela says.
“The omegaverse is a concept we know very few about” I say.
“You read omegaverse… what are you, fourteen?” Angela asks.
“Our CEO is the alpha and Y/n is the omega… try to change my mind”.
“You’re right” Both Angela and Anna reply.