I Can’t Take This Anymore.

“It was nice talking with you, Mr. Roy. How about I invite you over for dinner tonight? Maybe we could discuss further,” she said softly, almost seductively.

“I would love to, but my best friend is hosting his birthday party tonight. How about some other time?” I replied.

“Oh, I can come to the party if you don’t mind,” she said. Why was she so eager to see me again? (Scoffs). I couldn’t blame her; I get the same desperate reactions from a lot of girls.

“Alright, that’s fine. I’ll send you the address,” I said, and she nodded in satisfaction.

“Thanks! See you in a few hours, I guess,” she teased, followed by a wink. Then she stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out of my office, her waist swaying with every step.

Gosh! She’s so sexy. So fucking sexy. I could have her tonight. I would.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

My phone rang against the table. I frowned at the sight of my father’s lawyer's name. Why was he calling?

“Hello,” I answered.

“Good day, Mr. Roy Donald. Are you free? I would love to discuss an important issue with you and Nayla,” he said.

“What is it about?” I asked, glancing at my wristwatch. I didn’t have enough time.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’d prefer to discuss it in person with both of you,” he replied.

“How about tomorrow afternoon? I’ll be home since it’s the weekend,” I offered.

“That works for me, sir. Thank you so much, and have a nice day,” he said before I hung up.

“What could be so important that he couldn’t discuss it over the phone? Why did he need to see Nayla too?” I wondered, but shrugged it off. I only needed to worry about that tomorrow. Tonight! Tonight was going to be all about fun.

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*LATER THAT NIGHT*

I pulled up in front of the private club that Collin had booked, where only a few elite guests were invited.

I walked in freely, the two massive bouncers bowing their heads to me as I passed, unlike the other guests who were asked for IDs.

I scanned the room, noticing the few guests that had already arrived. Some were smoking cigarettes, others discussing business, while a few were indulging in worse activities. But what caught my attention most were the sexy nude strippers on stage, dancing seductively on poles.

I walked over to the bar and signaled to the bartender.

“A whiskey neat, please,” I said, watching as he poured the amber liquid into a glass.

Just then, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see her—the blonde from the office, Laurel.

“Hey,” she said, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

“You made it,” I said. She broke the hug, her eyes locking onto mine.

“Why not? I couldn’t resist the chance to see you again. I mean, you’ve been on my mind since we last spoke,” she said, sluggishly leaning in to kiss my neck.

“Hold on!” I pulled back a bit. “Why don’t I take you in, and then you can show me how much you missed me?” I said, and then she nodded, biting her bottom lip.

“Come with me,” I said, taking her hand and leading her toward the VVIP section.

As soon as we entered the room, she didn’t even wait at all; she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling my belt.

“Such a needy slut,” I cursed under my breath.

She took out my cock, her eyes widening at the sight of my huge member.

“Take it in your mouth already. I’m not so patient,” I ordered. And without hesitation, she opened her mouth wide, taking me in her warm, wet mouth. Oh, fuck!

“Arghh, F—Fuck! Yes!” I groaned, throwing my head back as she took me deeper and deeper into her throat.

I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to enjoy the pleasure. But that one familiar face flashed across my mind; Nayla’s.

“Fuck Nayla, yes! Suck on it! Yes!” I screamed in my head. This felt good! So freaking good. But it wasn’t Nayla; it just wasn’t her.

“Stop,” I said, pushing Laurel away as I buckled my belt.

“What?” she asked, looking at me in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“Go where?” she asked, but I didn’t respond. I opened the door and walked out quickly.

I stepped outside the club to find it pouring heavy rain. How had I not noticed it would rain?

Well, nothing was going to stop me from getting to my Nayla. I said to myself.

I rushed toward my car, the rain drenching me, but I didn’t care. I had to go home to her. I couldn’t take it anymore.

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I got home just a few minutes later. I opened the entrance door quietly, not wanting to wake Nayla.

The house was dark and silent; I knew she was already asleep.

I walked upstairs to her room, standing helplessly in front of her door.

I hesitated for a second, but then I proceeded to open her door as quietly as I could. She never locks her door; I knew that because this wasn’t the first time I’d broken in. Call me crazy; I don’t care.

I stood in front of her bed, sensing her slim sexy body. Though it was dark, I could make out her silhouette.

I traced my fingers along her legs, but then I noticed her head lift. She wasn’t asleep yet?

I paused, unable to move, though I was certain she couldn’t tell who it was.

“W—Who are you?” she asked, but I commanded her to turn around in a low, husky tone.

Thankfully, she obeyed, and I began to touch her body further. Fuck, she felt so good. Better than my cock deep inside Laurel’s throat. Better than anyone I had ever touched.

But something made me stop—the realization of what I was about to do. The realization of who she was to me and why I could never have her. Because no matter how insanely bad I wanted her, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t… Fuck!