Chad makes his choice (Alison)

The Mall Cops looked at his employer, silent and still as a statue but his rage clearly rising inside, by the look on his face. He was about to answer, when Alison bursted into the conversation.

"Are you kidding me?!" she exclaimed, leaning forward and slamming the desk with the palm of her hands. "I don't want this so-called 'good', it was **** on me! I was almost **** and impregnated because of this! I'm a married woman, I don't want to bear the child of some random thief because of your dirty little schemes!"

The manager didn't answer. The brunette suddenly realised he was staring at her massive chest despite her modest top not higlighting it outrageously. She blushed furiously and slapped his stupid face. "Could you stop being a pig for one second, for God's sake?"

A pair of gentle but firm hands seized her shoulders. "It's not worth it." Chad declared gravely. "Don't waste your time with this... this despicable... boor. He's not worth it."

She shivered. This simple touch was more erotic than anything she had ever done with her husband. She needed all her resolve not to rip this man's shirt and ride him like a mechanical bull. "I... I should sue you..." she whispered, most of her fire already toned down.

The manager shrugged. "Good luck explaining to the court how a piece of paper **** you to do anything. If I understood correctly, it didn't even work on you."

"Or did it?" the man in the hoodie replied with a grin. "It looks like our two lovebirds need a sweet little nest. A private nest, so nobody could see their self-rightousness falling apart."

Alison blushed, and felt Chad's hands on her shoulders trembling with rage. "My resignation letter will be on your desk by tomorrow morning." he assured his soon to be former boss, his voice dangerously calm. "Until then, you and your buffoon better not cross my path."

"Come on, Mr. Grizzleton! Be reasonable...!" the manager protested weakly. But the door was already slammed, cutting the end of his sentence.

Chad was walking the aisles, fulminating. How could he have been such a fool, and wasted so many years working for such a soulless pig? Maybe he should have enlisted to the cops, after his service in the army. Or he could have opened his own gym. Anyway, he was done with corporates, especially the pervert types. He didn't know what he would do with his life now, but staying here was out of the question.

He flunged open the door of the changing room he shared with his fellow guards, which was also used for surveillance due to budget limitations. Facing the lockers, an entire wall was occupied by a dozen of screens projectings live footages from the cameras placed all around the mall. One of his colleagues was currently in charge of watching them and jumped when he barged in.

"Ch... Chad?" It was Luisa Ramirez. The cuban woman was not easy to intimidate, but judging by the dread in her eyes she was now frightened by her coworker's brutal intrusion. "Everything's okay?" she asked anyway.

"Sorry Ramirez, I need to be alone. I will replace you for the rest of my shift." he decided on a whim.

"Are you sure...?" she asked after a long hesitation. "What about her?"

It was at this moment the Mall Dog realised he was holding Alison by her wrist since he had left the manager's office. The young woman was heavily panting, her cheeks red as a cherry. He imediately released her arm, but she didn't move away. On the opposite, she drew closer and looked into his eyes with a feverish passion. He wanted her, and she clearly wanted him. "Just... leave us alone." Chad replied. The latino woman promptly obliged.