Thanks to bradcarpenter for editing.
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A lonely silence echoed in the streets. The normally bustling corridors of the office building were consumed by a dark and peaceful stillness. It was late, a bit too late to be working. However, not everybody had left the workplace yet. Bright white lights still glowed on the third floor. Of course, only a workaholic CEO would be crazy enough to stay back in the office at that time on a Friday. It was nearly midnight, and Annika had just completed an online conference with the international managing heads of her company. However, her job was not done yet. She had just one last appointment to attend to.
Annika's personal assistant, Julia, entered the room. "That soccer coach guy is here, Annika," she announced, leading a tall, athletic man into the room. Annika corrected her lighthaired, American assistant, "It's actually called football, Julia."
"Whatever..." Clearly, Julia was too cranky to be in the mood for a friendly conversation or to politely acknowledge that American football wasn't considered as important as real football by Annika. She did not share the tireless and obsessive nature of her boss. Annika sensed the woman's irritation.
She sighed, "Go home, Julia. I'll see you on Monday."
Julia raised a brow. "Are you sure you will be all right? I mean, you are alone with . . . and everybody left so . . . I mean . . ."
Annika knew Julia was worried. "Go home, Julia. That's an order. Okay? I'll be fine." She laughed.
Julia shrugged her shoulders, "Yes ma'am. Just call me later to let me know if everything is all right."
"Goodnight, Julia"
After Julia left, Annika turned to face the man. "Please take a seat, Mr. John Monk." She had an authoritative tone when she spoke. John was the head coach of the football team that Annika owned.
Even though he was in his early forties, the man was still fit. He had been an irresistible playboy in his early days when people still thought of him as the prodigal London lad. It seemed as if God had spent a little extra time to carefully carve his perfect features. Every girl wanted him, but most couldn't really handle him and his extreme venereal fantasies. It was a pity that John's career as a football player was so short lived because of the injuries he had suffered after a nearly fatal car accident. However, his undying love for the game coerced him to return. That was how John ended up working for the young billionaire's team.
"You promised me that our team would progress beyond the qualifiers." Annika said sternly. "Congratulations! Yet again, we have successfully ended up at the bottom of the table." she stared at John dangerously. She had such intimidating black eyes, and yet they were strangely alluring. Men who venture near black holes inevitably get sucked into them and finally crushed. She and John were similar in a way. Most men couldn't handle her either, but for her, it was because of her hectoring presence.
"Mr. Monk, I have lost a lot of money but I never worry too much about money. I have more than I need anyway. The thing is, I hate it when my team loses. This team is a fucking joke! An insult to my self-respect! We can be better than that. I cannot figure out what has been going wrong for past two years."
The two of them spoke about the team's strategy and future for an hour. Soon, it was midnight. John yawned and looked at his watch.
"Am I boring you, Mr. Monk?" Annika asked.
John frowned. "Are you planning to fire me too?"
Annika had sacked her team's manager, Xavier about three days before. Annika sighed. "No, not yet, but I'm definitely reducing funds if you guys fail to perform again in the next season. Unfortunately, my heart tells me to believe that you still haven't lost the magic, Mr. Monk. I should fire you, but then I remember the glorious victories you guided the team to just a couple of years ago. You know, I actually thought that making Cahill play as the striker was a brilliant strategy. It is a pity that it did not work out." Annika nodded her head. "It is sad that 'good luck' has deserted you."
John was getting annoyed. He began muttering under his breath.
"If you must say something, then please say it aloud, Mr. Monk."
"Why would you meet a person so late at night to just discuss the team strategy? Stop chickening out from what you really want to do. Stop beating about the bush. Good luck has deserted me so—"
Interrupting, Annika answered in her usual sarcastic tone, "I'm terribly sorry I had to schedule our meeting at this time but I happen to have other, more important commitments during the day."
"Oh well, and I have commitments at night, ma'am." John grumbled almost inaudibly, but Annika heard his words.
She leaned in. "What sort of commitments?"
"Oh, just ones with hot, blonde chicks." John shrugged.
Annika's face lit up. She rose from her chair and walked up to John, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair. She carefully placed both his palms on her hips and pressed her fingers against his neck threateningly. John was still in a state of shock. Annika looked pretty ordinary compared to the women John usually slept with. He hated her overbearing and emasculating attitude, yet he was lost in her magnificent aura. There was something about her. Perhaps it was just her confidence that made her coffee-cream skin, big eyes and ample breasts look a thousand times more desirable. She was undeniably charming and unconventionally beautiful.
John's light blue eyes began to radiate from his extreme arousal when he heard the powerful woman, wearing stilettoes, whisper in his ear. "Now, Mr. Monk, listen to me carefully. I may not be hot or blonde but I think I can be a good intercourse partner so . . ." Annika paused. "Actually no, let me rephrase that. You'd better fuck me hard and make me cry tonight. If you fail, you lose your job. This will be a fun game."
The coach was still stunned. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Annika kissed him softly. "I must warn you that I don't cry easily, so you'll need to work hard." She let her youthful body slump on his chest almost as if she was surrendering to him.
