CHAPTER SIXTEEN — “day four, pt one”
Nic woke up at about 11:00 A.M. the next day. She checked her phone and frowned seeing how late it was, rolling over to turn onto her other side.
On the other side of the bed, Alpha was sound asleep. Nic had noticed for the past few nights that he never held her or cuddled when they went to sleep. It was like while they were having sex—or more specifically, while he was teasing her, considering he hadn't given her a single orgasm yet—he was openly flirty and humorous among other things, but as soon as they were having any other interaction, he was back to cold and distant.
Nic rolled her eyes. She was in no mood to deal with his volatile behavior. She swung her legs off the edge of the bed and plopped down onto the hardwood floor, adjusting her wrinkled clothes before heading to her room. There, she brushed her teeth and took a refreshing shower. Nic hadn't told anyone, but she had applied for a job interview a few days back, and the interview was today. Despite waking up so late, she still had time to make it if she didn't stall.
Nic quickly dressed herself in a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and a blazer. She grimaced at the blazer before putting it on, noting to herself that she should get a new one—she'd had that one since her debating days in high school.
Slipping on some modest heels and checking to make sure her hair wasn't too unruly, she grabbed her phone and portfolio folder. Nic quietly walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where Tank was leaning against the island shirtless. When he saw her walk in, he dragged his eyes up and down, quirking an eyebrow.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked her, setting his phone to the side.
"Job interview," Nic replied shortly, her voice giving away her nerves. She flattened her palms out on the sides of her skirt to hide their slight shaking. She really wanted this job—as nice as it was to simply lounge around the apartment all the time, she wanted to get out sometimes too.
"Oh, what's it for?" Tank smirked.
Nic opened her mouth, but she was interrupted by the rumbling of her stomach. Tank moved around the island to get to the fridge, pulling out some milk and grabbing the box of cereal that was already sitting there. Nic smiled at him gratefully.
"It's for this European makeup company. They have a location pretty close by, and they're looking for lab assistants," Nic said, smiling nervously as she grabbed the bowl of cereal from Tank and set it down in front of her on the island.
"Oh, I think I vaguely remember you telling me you do science shit in college. What's your major again?"
"Material sciences," Nic replied, muffled by the bowl she pressed to her lips to down the rest of her cereal.
"Sounds smart," Tank said thickly, a goofy grin on his lips.
Nic rolled her eyes, smiling as she placed her bowl in the sink. "I have to leave now, though. Would you let everyone know I'll be back in maybe two hours?" she asked, straightening her skirt.
"Sure," Tank shrugged. "I think everyone decided to sleep in, they might not even be up when you get home."
With a nod, Nic was out the door with her phone clutched tightly, walking down the steps of the apartment building to see her Uber was already waiting for her. She opened the door to the back and climbed in rather ungracefully, giving a small smile to the driver before he took off. Nic spent the twenty-five minute ride rubbing her sweating palms on the side of her dress, glancing out the window every five seconds expecting to arrive. She'd occasionally pick up her phone to aimlessly text someone or play a stupid game, but then she'd drop it and go back to being nervous. She opened up her portfolio and checked to make sure her resume, references, pens, and notepad were all in there, and then ten minutes later she did the exact same thing again.
Nic's phone vibrated against her thigh, and she picked it up instantly. What if the company was calling to tell her the interview was off?
She looked at the screen to see that Athena was texting her, and sighed out of semi-relief. Using her thumb, she slid up on the screen to see the message.
Athena
Received 12:06 PM
good luck bitch! ur gonna kill it
Nic grinned, shaking her head.
Athena
Sent 12:06 PM
i'm so ducking nervous literally shoot me
Athena
Received 12:06 PM
they'd be idiots not to take u. tho idk how ur lab skills are but still
Nic sighed, glancing out the window. As she looked back down at her phone to respond, the speeding car hit what must have been a road bump, making her phone fumble in her hands before it flew to her feet. The driver didn't even mumble an apology as Nic rolled her eyes and bent down to grab it, seeing the screen was still on messaging. She typed out a quick "i don't deserve you babe" and pressed send, turning her phone off and sliding it inside her portfolio.
A little later, the phone vibrated again. She pulled it out and swiped the screen open.
Alpha
Received 12:09 PM
what?
Nic frowned, wondering what his issue was. That was until she looked up just a bit to see the very first message in their conversation, sent by her just moments ago.
Nic's jaw dropped open as her fingers fumbled to type out a response.
Alpha
Sent 12:10 PM
shit. sent that to the wrong person sorry
Alpha
Received 12:10 PM
sure you did
Alpha
Sent 12:11 PM
it wasn't for you
Alpha
Received 12:11 PM
are you really that insecure around me
Nic rolled her eyes and turned her phone off. She was already nervous, so she didn't need Alpha making her annoyed too. A minute later, when he probably realized she wasn't responding, her phone buzzed with another text from him.
Alpha
Received 12:12 PM
what time is your interview?
Alpha
Sent 12:12 PM
12:30
Alpha
Received 12:13 PM
what are you doing?
Nic huffed—what was with all the questioning? It was like she had already begun her interview.
Alpha
Sent 12:13 PM
sitting in a car.
Alpha
Received 12:13 PM
you should sit on my face instead
Nic barely had time to gasp at the message, because just as she started choking on her spit, the Uber pulled up to the make-up company she would be interviewing at. Shooting a smile and a thanks at the driver, she stepped out of the car with her phone and portfolio, watching him zoom away like he couldn't wait to get away from her. Nic frowned, slightly offended. She wasn't even a bad passenger.
You get three stars for attitude, she thought to herself, tapping at her phone as she turned and walked into the main entrance of the building.
Tucking her phone into the pocket of her skirt, she walked up to the receptionist typing away at her computer. When Nic got closer, she could see the screen reflecting on the forty-some year old woman, cringing when she saw the main screen of a popular dating website on it.
"Excuse me?" she cleared her throat, seeing the receptionist click the screen away.
The receptionist peered at her over her glasses, scanning her up and down with a scrutinizing look. "Here for an interview for lab assistant?" she asked monotonously, as if she were tired of Nic's presence already.
Damn, why are strangers so annoyed around me today?
"Yes, I am," Nic replied, straightening her back. She felt her phone vibrate against her thigh, but she ignored it.
The receptionist pointed to the hall on Nic's right, a long manicured finger waving in the air. "The third door on the left. Good luck."
Nic thanked the receptionist, turning on her heel to walk slowly down the hall. She noticed that with every step she took, she could hear her heels clicking on the floor. It made her straighten her posture and lift her chest up—that sound always made her feel like a powerful woman.
She pulled the third door on the left open, peering inside to see a few people about her age seated on their phones before she stepped inside herself. A few of them glanced up at her as she walked past them, but nobody said a word. Nic took a seat at a wall where nobody else was, looking up as she sat to see two doors on the other side. She presumed that's where each interview was taking place, two at at time.
Nic pulled her phone out to check the time, while at the same time it buzzed again with another notification. She swiped up with a scowl, seeing two new messages from Alpha.
Alpha
Received 12:14 PM
i woke up with morning wood and you weren't there to help me :(
Nic nearly laughed out loud at the sad face. It was truly astonishing how Alpha's behavior changed when the topic was about sex versus when the topic was about literally anything else.
Alpha
Received 12:16 PM
are you ignoring me?
Nic shook her head at her screen, tapping the sides of her phone as she waited for his next messages. She couldn't wrap her head around it—he could be intimidating, terrifying even, one moment, but annoying and overly sexual the next.
Alpha
Received 12:17 PM
that's rude. might just have to punish you
Alpha
Sent 12:17 PM
do you ever think about anything other than sex?
Alpha
Received 12:17 PM
do you?
Nic glanced up around the room, getting an odd feeling that someone was watching her. However, all the other people were just like her—staring down at their phones. Someone sniffed, and Nic turned her head instantly to see a girl with straight black hair blowing her nose.
Shaking her head, she looked back down at her phone.
Alpha
Sent 12:17 PM
yeah, I'm thinking abt my interview
Alpha
Received 12:18 PM
hmm. I'm thinking about you
Before Nic could even finish reading his short message, he sent another one
Alpha
Received 12:18 PM
*your ass
Alpha
Sent 12:18 PM
what did I do to have to put up with you?
Alpha
Received 12:18 PM
oh didn't you just say you don't deserve me though?
Alpha
Sent 12:19 PM
shut up
Alpha
Received 12:19 PM
make me
Nic stared at her phone, twiddling her thumbs, unsure of what to say.
Alpha
Received 12:20 PM
nica?
Alpha
Received 12:20 PM
good luck
Nic smiled small to herself, tucking her phone back into her pocket just as one of the doors swung open, a girl with wild blonde hair storming out the room without giving a glance to anyone. Everyone waiting looked up at her with open mouths, watching her leave the waiting area with furious tears down her eyes.
"Anica Jean?" a woman peeped through the open interview door, scanning the seated people with tired eyes.
Nic stood up, straightening her pencil skirt, catching the woman's attention. She gave her a small smile and a wave, following her into the interview room.
The room was a little small, making Nic feel a little claustrophobic, but that was probably her nerves. She sat in a comfy little chair in front of a table, behind which the red-haired woman joined an older looking man.
"How are you, Anica?" the man asked, sounding much more awake than the red-haired woman looked.
"I'm great—Dr. Chaves, right?"
He nodded, smiling. "And this is Dr. Yanovna."
"Good afternoon, I hope your days have been fine so far," Nic greeted, hoping her nerves didn't show through her smile.
"Thank you—so to start off, would you mind telling us why you want this position?"
And just like that, her interview began, a circle of them asking her questions and her responding in ways she hoped made her seem smart but modest at the same time. Slowly, her nerves seemed to ease. All the questions they were asking her were questions that she had expected and prepared for.
"So, Anica, what would you say your greatest weakness is? How are you working on them?" Dr. Yanovna asked, twirling a pen in her fingers.
Nic opened her mouth right when her phone vibrated against her thigh. The people in front of her just smiled at her, probably because this has happened in other interviews as well. She cleared her throat. "Well, I guess it's both a strength and weakness. I'm good at following rules and guidelines, but that also means sometimes I'll follow people's words blindly—"
Her phone vibrated again, catching her off guard.
She cleared her throat. "—especially when I think highly of them. It's something I'm working on, both in professional and daily situations—"
"—by forcing myself to take a moment to think over the possible consequences—"
Again, her phone vibrated.
Dr. Chave cut her off before she could continue. "Ms. Jean, perhaps you should check your phone. It may be urgent."
"Thank you," Nic hushed gratefully, slipping her phone out of her pocket. It lit up, displaying one name.
Nic bit her lip, forcing herself not to glower at her phone. She quickly silenced it, slipping it back in her pocket, swearing to herself that she had silenced it that morning before she even left.
She looked up at her interviewers rather warily, glancing between them. "Anything else?"
"Actually," Dr. Chave cleared his throat, placing his hands over each other, "I think we've heard everything we needed to." He glanced at Dr. Yanovna, who nodded in agreement.
They both stood up, holding their hands out to shake hers.
"Oh," Nic said quietly as she stood. She shook Dr. Yanovna's hand followed by Dr. Chave's, making sure her handshake was firm despite the crushing feeling in her heart.
Dr. Yanovna seemed to catch the look on her face. "Don't read into this," she said, a reassuring smile on her lips brightening her tired eyes just a bit, "your interview went well. You should hear back from us in a few days."
Nic instantly brightened, so obviously so that Dr. Chave chuckled at her. "Thank you, really, thank you," she said, gripping her portfolio to her chest as they opened the door for her. "And have a wonderful day!"
She didn't even hear the next name they called out, deafened by her rushing blood, a grin on her face as she walked to the door to leave the waiting room.
Nic turned around to see a blond man stand up from his chair and approach her. She frowned, wondering what he wanted.
"Were you at that protest? Where the old man fell?"
Nic's frown deepened. "Yes... who are you?" she questioned in an accusative tone.
"Don't you remember me? I got dragged away with you?" he chuckled, and Nic got a good look at his puppy brown eyes and floppy blond hair.
Nic's eyes widened. "Oh! Yes, yes I do remember you. Did you manage to get away? One of my friends pulled me away."
The man shook his head, a frown playing on his lips. "No, I got arrested for assaulting an officer—which I guess I kinda did, but he had it coming. Anyway, they let me go after a few days. Their evidence was more incriminating towards them."
Nic winced slightly, eyeing the man and memorizing his face. "How are you going to explain that in your interview?"
He shrugged. "I'll just be honest, I guess. I'm Lucas," he said with a sweet smile, holding his hand out for her to shake.
Nic took it and shook, smiling herself. "I'm Anica—Nic," she introduced herself.
Nic's eyes widened slightly, her hand slipping from his.
Lucas rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, keeping eye contact with her as his smile turned bashful. "There's something attractive about a girl who'll attack cops with me."
Nic smiled, which instantly made him brighten up. "Sure," she said, taking his unlocked phone and typing her number in. "Good luck—it's funny that we'd be interviewing for the same position," she said with a small laugh, passing his phone back.
"Yeah—but I heard they're taking three people. Maybe we'll be two of them," he said with a small smile, dropping his phone into his pocket.
Nic tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Maybe. I know I wouldn't mind. Listen, I have to get going now, but shoot me a text, yeah?"
"Yeah," he said with a soft laugh, and Nic could feel his eyes on her as she opened the door and walked back out into the hallway.
Nic was glad to see a different Uber driver on the way home. She watched the houses pass through the window, still riding a high from being told that the interview went well. Her phone buzzed all of a sudden, lighting up to show two tames.
Nic slid up, opening Alpha's messages first.
Alpha
Received 12:40 PM
so have you considered the whole sitting on my face thing?
Alpha
Received 12:42 PM
wait are you in your interview right now?
Alpha
Received 12:42 PM
crap sorry. you got this
Nic then moved her fingers to open her message from who she assumed was Lucas.
Unknown
Received 12:51 PM
hey this is Lucas. just thought this would make you laugh—I got up to get a coffee from the hallway and managed to spill it down my shirt. now they're going to think I'm a criminal AND dysfunctional.
Nic smiled down at her phone before turning it off and looking back out the window, a deep sigh flying past her lips.