04. Permission To Touch You...

Mek POV 🇳🇬

I walked out of the company feeling like I was in a dream, or maybe a movie? Because I know for sure that these type of things usually happened in dramas. It was too scripted to be true.

"Can I Touch you?" remembering the words Mr. Adonis had said after what made a shiver run through my spine.

First off, I thought it was a trick question, you know? To know if I was attracted to the man in any way, so my answer on instinct was "No!"

But the way Cy and his weird friend looked at me, it felt like I gave the wrong answer.

"When I say touch, I mean like your hands or hair, you know? Places like that," was it a fetish? Or an obsession? I was confused; it was creepy.

"No, that's weird," I shook my head.

"Adonis has a touching problem. He can't go a day without touching someone. It's nothing sexual, don't panic. It's actually a mental sickness of some sort," Cy started. There was a mental illness like that? It's like, I wake up and all the years I spent in school was trash, because there are new things coming out everyday, new discoveries, and it's alarming.

"And it has put him in a lot of trouble. So we decided to try something new that could work. Hire a person strictly for his touching, someone who understood what it was about and wouldn't go about claiming they were sexually assaulted," Cy rolled his eyes, while the man in question just sat there, looking at me like I was a different specie of human; and not saying anything to prove his case, to convince me why I should take the job, because from what I was picking up, they need me.

Wait, sexual assault? Mr. SA? That's what it meant! He was famous for sexually assaulting people? Talk about embarrassment. I felt pity for the man, he had a mental problem and all people assumed it was an assault? Wow.

"So, your job would be to pose as a PA for the whole company to see, when all you do is be available for when he has to touch someone," Cy explained.

"So I'm guessing no one in the company knows it's a mental issue?" I asked. I was seriously intrigued, I wanted to know more about it.

"No, no one knows, just three of us," Cy smiled. Wow.

"Why though? I mean people should know what's going on,"

"That's jut not how things work around here. You have to be appear physically and mentally stable to work here," Cy sighed. It was almost like he was tired of everything and everyone. Same hun, same.

"You said you're a writer, which means you still write," Cy stated and I nodded.

"This job is not going to get in the way of your work, since all you'll have to do is stretch out your arm so he can hold you for a minute or two, and that's it," Wow. I mean it's everything I want. Not having to work much and for long hours. All I had to do was sit pretty and let the fine tall man touch me.

"What do you say?" Cy asked.

"If you say yes, we'll answer all your questions, but for now, this is the summary. There's no point going into detail if you're going to say no," that was the most polite way to say "keep your questions to yourself, bitch!".

I took in a deep breath and looked at the two men closely. Was it worth it though? Was I ready to take up such a job? Yes I was. There was nothing better for me to do anyway, and if I wanted to know more to write on it, then I had to be close to the person that had the issue, to observe them and get a better understanding. It was just like gathering information; something we writers do a lot. We'd spend months, some spend years, trying to get information about a certain thing they want to write about. I could do it.

"Yes, I'll take the job," I smiled.

"I have the contract here, go through it and sign. You can either take it home and get back to us tomorrow or read it here and submit it," Cy offered.

"I'll take it home," I yelled immediately, earning myself looks of suspicion. You can fire me, I dare you!

"I'll take it home," I replied more calmly.

"Miss Machu, was it?" Cy cleared his throat. I smiled at the way he pronounced my surname.

"You're aware this is your employment contract, as well as a NDA, so no one is allowed to see this apart from you, Mr. Diamandis and myself, right," if someone told me that that beautiful man had the ability to look as intimidating as he did, I would've spit on their face(s).

I gulped hard, as I stared at the file. This was a very serious case, and I wished I had thought more about it before agreeing to do the stupid job.

I shook my head at the memory of what had happened inside that conference room, as I sat on a slab outside the company, waiting for my ride a.k.a Cora, to come.

There were a lot of things wrong with the job, a lot of things, but all I could hear in my head was "take the job, you're it going to find another job as interesting as this one, trust me," and that was true. Not everyone wakes up every to be a touch PA.

Unconsciously, I wrapped my hands around my neck as Mr. Adonis Diamandis had done earlier. That was the height of it all. The forbidden memory I wasn't supposed to recall. I was supposed to act like it didn't happen, but that was hard, considering that when he asked for the second time if he could touch me, I thought he'd grab my arm as Cy had earlier mentioned. But, as I looked at the man as I made my way across the other side of the very large conference room, I knew I was in for a game changer.

Mr. Adonis Diamandis got up from his "throne", revealing his very manly features and long legs that could go on for days, and that beautiful long luscious hair that probably had a healthier life than me as a person; that hair bounced in its waves as it moved with him. Running your fingers through such a hair could be orgasmic. It's the truth I'm telling here.

Mr Adonis Diamandis, kept a very non-intimate eye contact and he ran his eyes through my body.

Innocent old me stretched out my left hand to him, so he could hold, you know, the experiment; but then, this man pulled me close to him, way too close, like taking-all-of-my-personal-space type of close and then wrapped his free hand around my neck, choking me slightly. Not too hard to make me make dying sounds, but hard enough to know that I had pressure applied on the area. On instinct, my hands flew to his broad chest, grabbing the soft but hard material of his suit jacket to help myself up, to stop me from... well, falling?

The position we were in was risky, very risky like Davido sang about and all I wanted to do in that moment was moan. Yes, moan; like the little demonic hoe I was, but I was glad I was able to bit my lip before my head registered to release the sound.

Mr. Adonis Diamandis kept his eyes on me as he held me. I felt like he was looking into my soul; you  know what they say, the eyes is the window to the soul.

We were in our own little world, where we had no one else but ourselves as we held on to each other for dear life. This writer!

"Adonis?" Cy called, bring us back to earth. I shook my head and pushed the man away from me like stung me, but lord knows that wasn't the case; I mean he did sting me, but not in a bag way, just that all my senses were alert for him, which was the bad thing.

"I'm sorry," Mr Adonis stepped away from me. He put his hand over his mouth, then ran his fingers through his hair multiple times like he was having a mental breakdown. My heart broke at the sight. The man needed help, but he couldn't get any for fear of being caught. I couldn't say a word. I just nodded to his apology.

"I'll take the contract with me," I smiled at them, grabbed the file and made a beeline for the door, not caring about the looks I got in the process, that was how I left the office.

  All my life, I had thought about keeping a professional relationship with the people I'd work with, which meant no falling for any office worker no matter the situation, and this time was not going to be any different. This was my first office job, and I was going to stay true to myself as well as my employer. If I reacted this way every time the man touched me, which looked like it was going to be a lot, I'd lose the job before I get the chance to find out about the illness and possible ways he could overcome it.

I massaged my neck some more and sighed. I wished I could tell Cora about it, but I knew I couldn't.

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