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I let it go. If he wanted to keep that bodysuit and heels, have at it.
I showered, got dressed in my regular clothes, and went downstairs. The breakfast was good, and we actually talked a little more about his business and his charities. He had a good sense of humor and was easy to get along with. But none of that mattered; I was ready to head back to my quarters because both of us had broken the same cardinal rule. No overnights.
When I was finished with breakfast, I rose from the table and helped him clear it. Then I grabbed my phone and asked him if his driver was able to take me now. He seemed a little taken aback, but he informed me that the driver was available.
He walked me to the door.
“Take care, pretty.” He said as he choked me and brushed his lips against mine.
“Mmmm.” I moaned before sucking his lip into my mouth. “Thank you for a good night, Dinero,” I said once he let me go, and I went toward the truck that awaited me.
Once inside, I exhaled. Last night was something that I never imagined, but something I was so glad that I had done.
We pulled away from the massive estate as I checked my phone. Before we got too far, I turned to look at the house in the distance.
Some way, somewhere, I knew there was a support group of women who had been victims of him giving them the best dick they’ve ever had. And if not, I wanted to start the class action lawsuit. Gah damn Dinero.
One day, I may be the perfect submissive. But right now… I’m just…
The Heaux
August 29, 2022
Alexa! Queue ‘Return of the Mack!’
That song describes exactly how I’m feeling today. This morning started off pretty routine. I got up, showered, got dressed, and left the house. I got a breakfast sandwich and an iced coffee this morning and arrived at the office without a minute to spare. Today felt brighter; the sun was shining, and the birds seemed to be singing their own melodic tunes.
I decided a couple of weeks ago that I would listen to affirmations and motivational speeches in the morning, insteadof music. Maybe that could alter my mindset about taking on the day, and I will say, it has done wonders for my mood.
I spent most of the morning in meetings. Mondays always meant recapping last week and going over the expectations for this week. But that was standard. The Zoom calls started promptly at 9 a.m. and went well into the evening.
“If you look at the meeting minutes from last week’s conference, you’ll see the breakdown of the budget…” The man said in the most agonizing voice.
I watched as he shared his screen and then gave us the estimated budget for the new build coming to the city. I took notes, looking up every so often to double-check my numbers.
As we neared lunchtime, I was not seeing an end to the meeting in sight. He was talking slower than ever and still had 5 more key points to address. I scoffed, knowing that I would be having a late lunch.
Interrupting the meeting was a knock at the door. I was confused because everyone in the office knew not to interrupt me on Mondays unless it was necessary.
I muted the microphone.
“Come in,” I called out.
It was my receptionist; she came in, and her face was beet-red. She stood against the door, hugging a folder. I gave her a blank stare, wondering what had her so flustered.
“I’m sorry, Boss. I know you don’t like to be interrupted. But he said it was urgent. So, I—"
I was about to ask her who “he” was, but I didn’t need to, because he appeared in the doorway. Admittedly, a smile crept up on my face, and I rolled my eyes when I saw him standing there. The man whom I hadn’t seen in two months or spoken to in just as long. The man who promised to make me dream about the things that he did to me for years to come. The guy who made good on that promise too, because he’s been the subject of all mydreams. My brain kept replaying the night we spent together on a loop, and my body screamed for the moment when he could do it again.
Dinero.
“It’s fine,” I assured her as he came in and walked slowly toward my desk. She smiled and left in a hurry.
“Hey, pretty.” He said barely above a whisper.
“Hi,” I said, forcing myself to breathe through my nose and not show him the effect that seeing him again had on me.
“Excuse me, Madame. Is everything okay?” One of my colleagues asked. I had completely forgotten that I was still on camera.
