Mikael Sydow has been locked in the office for an hour with one of his commercial references and with Black Hamilton in his counter. Last time this guy did not leave on good terms but by slamming the door. And the truth is that I don't like it at all either when he speaks in Swedish, not knowing what he says to me when he greets or when he insults from inside the Office makes me think that maybe he is directing a threat at me. Much less gracious to me that I walk next to a couple of mastodons behind who stand waiting for me to leave.I offer them coffee, but they both refuse. For a moment I want to go in and ask if everything is going well, however, two minutes before the departure time is met, Vania takes her things and gets up.“Well, it's time to go. Do you know what time they'll be looking for the reports on Monday? I have not scheduled an appointment for the Mendes father and son.”Thinking about Emmet is not something that exactly relaxes me."Tomorrow they return to the United
“Apology...?”I say in a choppy voice, trying to get away from the door of Black's office. It may just be a joke that I'm being played.“Yeah, honey. I'm talking to you. Or maybe you need me to say it louder?”“I don't understand what…”“Don't you understand you're screwing your boss? You wouldn't be the first, but I do take the dare to make it clear to you how unpleasant it is that your husband is being thrown behind your back.”“The first? Who are you? What do you want?” I insist.How she knew my thing is the great enigma, that implies that by some means she had to find out, I do not know if someone was an intermediary in this, I do not know at what point things got out of control, I only know that I feel the hot cheeks, an immense pressure in the chest and a knot in the throat that says "and now how the hell will you get out of this?"But I gulp, try to inhale deeply while continuing hearing with her words.“That you wouldn't be the first whore my husband puts between his legs. You
On the way home I keep thinking about Black, questioning every word of her.Passing in the first place because today I have again left late, I have again been late to the bus that combines with the metro that I must take every day to go and return from my work (when it is not in my boss's car) which, between one thing and the other, has delayed me for more than an hour and a half on my return home. One more time. Hour and a half that does not recognize it in the extra payment but in the name of Vittorino that I wear. Luckily mom will be asleep by the time I get home.Said and done.Everything is silent, the lights are off and I take off my shoes so that the rattling against the Mosaic does not wake them. However, the voice of mom calling me gives me the guideline that she has not yet fallen asleep.“Honey, are you?”Ouch.“Yes, mom. I'm here.”“Can you come for a moment, please?”More and more ouchies.I go with the shoes in one hand and the wallet with the mobile in the other to her
As soon as I hang up the phone, I have a slight feeling that I am in trouble.I said yes, for heaven's sake...when before I have barely promised myself that I would be careful with this man and that I would begin to limit myself to paying attention to my reason more than to my passion, I feel that my most lascivious side has seized the mobile and has asked him for twenty minutes to arrive. I don't know how far his house is from mine, but I hope it takes time.I think about it many times, but my body is already acting by jumping up and getting into the shower.Once outside I corroborate that the hair removal lasts me in good condition and I moisturize the skin with creams, which I do too quickly since there are only ten minutes left. I go back to my room and mom talks to me the moment I move from the bathroom to my room.“Everything okay?”Keep the light on. Apparently that book is very interesting."I love that you read, Mom," I tell her before I go into my room so I don't yell at her
Black wraps his hands around my body while aggressively invading my mouth with his. However, mine responds with the same desperation. One of his hands runs around the back of his seat pulling him back and luring me to incorporate on top of him.I cross over the handbrake and Gears, passing a leg on either side of his, affirming my knees in the reclining seat.Black rests his back on the back and I straddled him, absolutely giving free rein to my low instincts. Black's hands explore my buttocks under the short skirt and massage them as if they were a delicious dessert. I sucked on his tongue, as if my life depended on it.“Do you have any idea how exciting you are, Mina?” He asks me, gently pulling from my lower lip. I relish myself, eager to taste his saliva in mine and take his face in my hands that can not resist being separated from the touch of his incipient beard.“They say that the flattery of a boss improves the productivity of his employees.” I scoff, smiling on his lips.And
I feel dirty.I feel like everything smells like cum, saliva and sex. Black gets rid of the used condom and pulls disposable clothes out of the glove compartment, offering me one.“Thank you,” I say. “Well prepared, eh.”"You never know," he says, getting my heart to receive a little narcissistic wound.He got the car loaded with condoms, lube, and cleaning clothes. He also offers me a peppermint pill that I accept immediately. How many girls have already passed by your car, without being able to resist this cute snatch?I look out the window."Well," he mutters, " has this round been enough?”I have to admit that I thought the sex thing was just a necessary stop and he had in mind to take me somewhere for us to talk or because he had the intentions of spending time with me other than just fucking against the upholstery of his car.But here it ends, yes."Your mother," he insists, "will kill me if I don't return you soon."I gulp in search of releasing the knot that is tied to my thro
Black Hamilton POVI stay for a few laps driving while taking advantage of the time and the air coming in through the window to be able to think about what has happened.I thought Mina could become a part of this without getting romantically involved, however, I think it's a bit late to think that way. And we all know that these kinds of ties are not at all positive, it was supposed to be a matter of discretion, availability and trust. I feel like she’s failing me in all three without getting, for my part, to avoid a few pints of guilt for not being entirely clear that she can't get involved beyond what I need.On the other hand, what does Vania have to do by consulting Mina about the Mendes? Has she noticed anything from Emmet? If I keep her as my secretary within the management is because it suits me and it is useful to have her around, but I need Mina to open her eyes or anyone will paint a paradise ahead of her and she will believe it without finishing getting right on the politic
Black Hamilton POV“Shit!”I bring a hand to my mouth that drips blood. The taste of iron invades my whole mouth and I spit on the floor in the living room of my house.The thugs have climbed me to the floor and thrown me like I'm a sack of potatoes, those fucking sons of bitches.I turn around, trying to crawl back on my own elbows as I look for something to help me defend myself.One of them, the one who seems to command the others, crouches in front of me and holds my hair, pulling my head back.“On Monday your time's up, you piece of shit.”I look him in the eye with a hatred as great as I've ever looked at anyone before. And I spit in his face.One of them approaches to give me a blow, however the commander raises a hand and moves away from me. He tells him to stop and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket with which he cleans his face.And he surprises me by kicking me in the stomach that quickly leaves me breathless."Too bad you didn't let me finish, Hamilton," he says, after