I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. My head felt like there were so many pins attached to it and I couldn't make clear what happened the previous night. I was tired and felt like I had been run over by a truck. Fuck, I am never letting Cassie take me clubbing again. I muttered "I support that idea," Drew chuckled, walking into my room with a cup of coffee. He was shirtless and I got a flashback of what happened the previous night. He had given me the best orgasm of my life and unfortunately I had slept off after it. My body was exhausted. Although the release had helped in calming down the stress hormones raging around me. Drew strolled towards me and handed the coffee to me. I smiled and gladly took it from his hands, muttering a thank you. I blew on the hot coffee and took a sip. God, it was marvelous. I moaned in satisfaction, enjoying how he took great precaution in making it just how I loved it. “God, this is amazing,“ I moaned. Drew chuckled. “Only you think that
I ran the water in my bathroom, hoping to take a quick shower before going to work. The coffee had helped in waking my sleepy bones but I still felt weak. If only I could spend the day indoors and not go to work, I thought. But that would never happen. Leslie would see it as an opportunity to chastise me and give me a query. That was something I wasn't interested in. The water heated up and I quickly jumped into the shower. I squeezed a reasonable amount of my shower gel into my hands and applied it to my body. I didn't bother with washing my hair because that would take more of my time which was the opposite of what I wanted to achieve. After applying the shower gel to my body, I ducked my head under the shower to rinse the soap off. The action prompted me to close my eyes to prevent the soapy water from entering them. I felt a hand wrap around my waist and I jumped in shock thinking an intruder had entered my house. I opened my eyes quickly to see who it was, forgetting that I st
His hands held the sides of my head as he began thrusting into my mouth, loud grunts leaving his mouth. His head was tipped backwards in pleasure and his moans were driving me nuts with pleasure. There was a feeling of pride in hearing him express the effect I had on him through his moans. It was fuel for me to do more. I took more of him into my mouth as my hands moved down between my legs to pleasure myself.I could feel he was close to the edge and I rubbed myself quickly, hoping to come along with him. Within seconds, he stiffened and I could feel warm liquid slip into my mouth. My orgasm hit me immediately like a wave and my legs shook with pleasure. I took all of his cum, swallowing them and not letting any slip out of my mouth. “God, you are incredible,“ Drew muttered, watching me swallow his cum. I giggled in response, standing up from my kneeling position. “Come here," he commanded, drawing me close to him. He kissed me deeply and senselessly. “You are going to be the deat
“Shit," I muttered under my breath, avoiding eye contact with Leslie. I couldn't believe the kind of shitty luck I had. The very person whom I was trying to avoid, stood before me. There was no way for me to escape so I garnered what was left of my courage to face her. “Hey, Leslie. It's surprising to see you here this early," I said, laughing awkwardly. Leslie gave me a stern look. “Indeed,” She smirked.“Botox bitch," I muttered under my breath. “So, do you need my help with anything?" I asked her. Even though I was late, it was surprising to see her on this floor so early in the morning. There must have been a reason why she had decided to grace us with her unwilling presence. “Well, I needed to check on a particular person to see how far they had gone with the upcoming project. But, imagine my surprise when I found the office empty with neither the assistant nor Editor in sight,“ she said I sighed. “Sorry, I am late. But the reasons are beyond my power. There was nothing I
I pushed on the door and cleared my throat. “Mrs Sparks, I wanted to know if you received my email—“ Leslie Sparks looked up from her computer, crimson glasses perched on the bridge of her nose Even though she should be in her sixties, due to heavy amounts of Botox and plastic surgery she appears to be in her forties, having successfully turned back the hands of time. Always dressed to impress, even today her professional-looking dress is provocative and conservative at the same time. "I did receive it." I held my hands out, bracing myself for her wrath. "I know it isn't what you asked for–“ "It was better.“ "I'm sorry, but I felt the article I sent would make more headlines. I could…" Suddenly, I took in her answer, falling quiet. “... What did you say?""I said it was better Amanda. Well done. This piece, while anomalous, is well done. You are honest, harsh, and at the same time angry and you have every reason to be."I closed my eyes and released the breath I had been holding.
My body moulded into the mattress and refused to move as my alarm blared beside me. Somehow, I garnered enough strength to hit it as hard as I could, silencing it quickly. I sat up slowly, pulling on my wild hair. It's been three months already since my breakup with Lucas. I decided to move out of my previous apartment because I had so many memories of him there. It was always painful to come back home and look at the cushion or the bed and remember the memories we made of them. After Lucas left me the day we argued, he went straight ahead and proposed to his side chick. Turned out, she was actually four months pregnant with his child. It still baffled me why he would propose to me when he knew that he never did love me. Men are such deceivers. Anyway, I did attend his marriage and I made sure I announced to the congregation and his bitch of a wife, that her husband was a cheater and a prevaricator. I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen with the hope of preparing som
My phone ringing non-stop from the bedroom made me stop my mission of bomb-making.Who knew making pancakes would be so hard? Those chefs on the food network channel make it look so easy. I walked to my room wondering who was calling me. I wasn't expecting any call from the office since it was my day off and so, when I got to the bedroom and found out that it was my assistant at the office — who also happened to be my best friend — calling me, I knew something was up. It's either she wants to torment me with talks about how her mum keeps bugging her to get married at the age of twenty-five or there's something wrong at the office."Hey, Cassie," I said as I answered the call “What's—"“Ama, there's a problem,'' she announced before I could complete my question. “What's wrong?“ I asked, sensing the agitation in her voice. "I know today is your day off but you have to come to see this for yourself."“Can't you tell me what's wrong over the phone? I planned on using today to learn so
"Ama, what the hell are you wearing?!"My best friend Cassie shouted from afar as she hurried towards me. "That's a funny question given the fact that I'm putting on clothes and you don't have an eye problem." “Oh, quite alright, you are putting on clothes, but what do you call the disaster your legs are in?“ She fires back. My legs? I questioned inwardly before glancing down to see what she was referring to. "No fucking way," I whispered-yelled as I noticed the chaos I was wearing; two different shoes. It would have been a bit unnoticeable if I had at least stuck to two colours that didn't contradict each other, but my crazy and disorganized self decided to put on a black and a red shoe. “How could you not have noticed that you were putting on two different shoes?" Cassie shouted."I was in a hurry. How am I supposed to know that I would make such a mistake? You should be grateful that I'm not wearing heels instead.“ “Indeed! Thank you for not letting me get a call that my best