Griffin was uncomfortable. He couldn't watch Mercedes fall into this trap. His protective gears towards her kicked in as he stood from his chair and strode to stop her but he was held back by Penelope. "If you stop her, then it's over between us," she seethed. It was high time she set things straight.
Griffin was dumbfounded. Mercedes was his best friend and they always stood up for each other but Penelope was his girlfriend and he loved her so much. How could he lose her? Besides, it was going to be just a kiss right? Seeing that he had calmed himself and sat back in the chair, Penelope was ecstatic. She palmed his face and kissed him deeply, tracing her hands over his shirt and into his pants. She knew how to take his mind off Mercedes. Her seductive touch was enough to silence the world around him even if it was just for a short while. His manhood came alive when she went on her knees. He knew what she was going to do and became self-conscious of his environment. No one gave them attention, being engrossed on the dancefloor, or chatting over a drink but he still had his dignity. Just as she was about to give him a blow job, he pulled her by her brown hair, "not here. Let's go somewhere else," he muttered breathily."Yeah. Let's go to your house," Penelope jolted with excitement. Griffin froze slightly. It would be a gross disrespect to Mercedes if he took Penelope home because he was living under her kindness. She paid all the bills, clothed and fed him. Sometimes, she even gave him money to give to his estranged parents."No, let's go to yours," he opposed. Unfortunately, Penelope wasn't so understanding this time. "You never allow me into your house. It's either your house or we call it quits." Griffin felt a pulsing pain in his heart. "Why do you try to quit over every little thing?" He frowned. Penelope must have realized that Griffin loved her more than she loved him and always used it against him. Beyond reasonable doubt, she felt that sex with him was the best she ever had and chose him in that aspect but she wasn't thrilled with his financial constraints."Are we going to your house or not?" Her attitude was nonchalant. Griffin apologized multiple times to Mercedes in his mind but couldn't wait for her to return, all because of the sexual fire. Both partners well deserved each other in that aspect with their seemingly high libidos. "My house, let's go," he agreed. They left arm in arm, with a satisfying smile decorating Penelope's features.*****Nathan Legend was drinking his favourite Armand de Brignac Midas when a silhouette strode towards him. Her black shiny short dress exposed her sexy curves and her plump lips were so inviting. He couldn't understand the direction in which his thoughts veered. He never felt sexually attracted to any woman in his life and he never slept with any woman in his right sense. In simple terms, he never felt attracted to neither the opposite nor same-sex, therefore, he has known himself to be asexual.
Right now, he has had a couple of shots but he couldn't say that he was drunk. He was still in his right mind. Her long black hair cascaded behind her as she strode seductively towards him. He fixed his gaze on her, wondering what she wanted. What is a set-up like those times? He couldn't leverage a dynamic explanation.She kept ambling close to him till she sat on his lap. His first reaction was to push her off because he was usually disgusted by women and never wanted them close. However, this woman gave him a different vibe. An inviting and pleasurable one at that. He opened his mouth to ask her what she wanted only for his mouth to be invaded by a martini flavoured moist tongue.He presumed this was his first kiss and it felt good. So good, he didn't want it to end. Eyes widened in the club. Not only did a woman get close to Nathan Legend but also got to kiss him. The shock drowned the music in the club, gasps filling the air. The pair were in their world, immersed in their intense activity. Realization setting in, they pulled from the kiss to catch their breath but the woman's hands were already in his Lacoste, caressing his toned muscles. A sensation he has never felt before flooded him, his member hard and ready to thrust. This was unbelievable but it was a pleasure awoken which he wanted more of.He turned to one of the bouncers. "Open the VIP room." Without waiting for a response, he carried her bridal style and followed the bouncer, restraining himself from the woman who kept pressing herself to him and trying to undress herself. She seemed to be under the influence of something savage.He shut the door behind him as soon as he entered, and lowered her onto the king-size bed and took off his clothes. By the time he was done, she had discarded her clothes, her pink nipples inviting him to suck while her plump lips begged to be kissed.Like a wounded lion, he attacked her lips ferociously. Whatever was dropped in her drink, made her enjoy the wildness grinding her body. He caressed every inch of her body like it was a van of ice cream, sucked and licked her ferociously, encouraged by her moans.When his manhood penetrated her, a scream broke out of her. He covered her lips with his, to muffle her screams, while he pulled out and plunged deeper. Somehow, she was pushing him off her because his size was too big, it was painful. Drowned in his ferocious ecstasy, he pinned her hands together and held them above her head, while he plunged deeper and harder as groaned, "isn't this what you wanted?" Soon, her screams and fights turned to moans and want. She held his waist pressing him closer, his penetration deeper.He groaned at the pleasure, thrusting faster. He stopped and shoved her around, a bit violently, while he took her from behind. She let out another scream at the pain that was muffled by the pillow. When her screams turned to moans, he thrust deeper and faster as pleasure shot through her body, her muscles tightening, her release washing her clean. He kept thrusting into the warmth of her juices, harder and faster till he came hard. Exhausted, he laid beside her.Nathan woke up to the rays of the sunlight that penetrated through the blinds from the window. It was almost midday. Events of last night replayed in his mind as he stared at the naked woman beside him with mixed feelings. A frown contoured his handsome features, as he made a call. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. He stood up, slid into his boxer and opened the door. A man handed him a paper bag. He went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. After placing them on the nightstand, he put on his clothes and sat on the luxurious sofa. His eyes never left her. He won't let her escape and to find him later with any unpleasant surprise. Mercedes woke up to her phone ringing. A nasty headache invaded her brain as she rolled her eyes from side to side in search of her phone. Her long hair was dishevelled, as she lifted herself to a sitting position. The unfamiliar luxury room gave her a panic attack, her stomach churned but not as much as th
Mercedes's eyes burned with fire, as she saw Penelope crouched naked on her knees, her mouth covering Griffin's dick while he sat on the sofa, pleasure swallowing him, deduced by his loud moans. Her clothes and that of Griffin were scattered all over the floor. Mercedes raged, she felt her body tremble. It wasn't about what they were doing but rather where it was happening. It was absurd and disgusting, she wanted to gag. Whichever way, she composed herself for the sake of Griffin and tried to walk to her room. "You are back," Griffin huffed while he pushed Penelope away, trying to find something to cover his nakedness. "Is this what you wanted me to come and see?" Mercedes couldn't tell which was better. Her home or the room in which she woke up. She pushed her way through the scattered living room, the items she removed from the car scattering on the floor when her grip on them loosened due to the shock. Griffin saw the shirt and suit Merc
"Miss Winters, meet our President, Nathan Legend. You will be his temporary assistant till I get a replacement before you are moved to assist Director Blake," he turned to a middle-aged man with brown hair and few silver strands. Mercedes felt her stomach hot. So hot it couldn't be quenched. She lost concentration when Vincent introduced her to the other managers and directors. Her brown gaze nervously accentuated Nathan's dark ones. To her utmost plight, Nathan seemed indifferent. Clad in a sea blue shirt and black blazer, he could take your breath away. It was almost as if he never met her or didn't recognize her, which made her disturbed. Perhaps he was a twin or he just didn't recognize her because she was formally dressed. Typically, Nathan gave no response which wasn't a surprise to Vincent, but Mercedes. Vincent went ahead to show her where to sit before he took his position for the meeting to commence. The boardroom radiated a
Mercedes went into deep thought. She admitted to herself that her actions were way overboard but she couldn't solely carry the blame. Nathan was as guilty as she was therefore, she would not carry such a burden. His aura was intimidating but since he was still human like her, she won't fall for it. She folded her arms and stared at him. Something weird tickled inside of her and suddenly, she began laughing hysterically, it made Nathan boil. Mercedes wasn't going to kowtow to him like everyone else. "If I don't know any better, Mr President, I would say that you are obsessed with me and you can't do away with my presence." Her tone relayed a mocking effect, making Nathan's eyes squint with a flare of fury, he scoffed, "don't get your hopes up. For as long as I have that dollar bill on the wall, I will do as I please," he stated matter of factly.
Mercedes recalled vividly the car in question but hadn't seen it anywhere near yet, the facts laid on the table that it might be Nathan's. "I..I...I'm sorry. B..ut was it, I..mean Y..ours? She was stammering and her words didn't make sense.Nathan sighed, "why don't we sit in my car and talk?" Mercedes' head ached so bad and her heart wouldn't stop thumping. Was he going to fire her? When she was coming out of the elevator, she saw the message on her phone which was an alert for her job switch allowance. All the excitement disappeared while she followed Nathan to his car, a Rolls Royce but not the Lambo she hit a few days ago.Mercedes fidgeted with her hands like a child caught stealing. Nathan was thrilled but his temperament would not permit him to show it. He was looking for a way to nail her and the opportunity just presented itself on a platter of gold. I
Griffin's ears piqued with curiosity. Mercedes never received a call at night, except for emergencies from her family. Concern flung him because it makes Mercedes moody when she can't fend for them instantly. "Hello," Mercedes calmly answered the phone."Miss Winters, I wish to inform you that you shall have dinner with me and our stakeholders tomorrow. It's going to be a formal event so I suggest you prepare for it before coming to the office." Dinner meant evening and Mercedes doesn't work overtime. With her new contract, she took time to read through it and there was nothing mentioned concerning that."I'm sorry Mr Legend but I don't work overtime," she responded lucidly.She heard him sigh and her heart thumped in anticipation of what he was going to say. "You do not have a choice remember? This is an official assignment and it's compulsory. My assistant is supposed to accompany me to every formal event, as stated in clause six of your contract. Or would you
For a second, Mercedes thought she heard him wrongly. "Excuse me?" "Don't play games, Mercedes or whatever that name is." He paused and frowned, "did you run out of names? Mercedes is a car and it confuses me every time," he pestered her but Mercedes wasn't amused. She was named after her godmother Mercedes who took care of her as a child. She died six years ago and right now, Nathan made her miss the former deeply. "I'm comfortable with Miss Winters. I never disproved," she turned cold. Nathan noticed it and didn't continue to taunt her anymore. Everyone had personal battles. "Okay, I'll call you Cedes," he confirmed but Mercedes didn't like it either. "No, Merce or Miss Winters." "Merce sounds like Mercy. I think that's better. Now, let's come back to what I was saying. I mean, don't pretend that nothing happened that night." Mercedes was trying to erase the memory of that night from her mind. She didn't remember it clearly but the details wer
Nathan's mind had been in a deep freezer after his little banter with Mercedes. Her words had pierced him so deeply, it gorged his mind with a new thought process. Was he that bad? He knew for a fact that women drooled over him. However, he was tempted to believe her words, looking at the dollar note on the wall. He also thought back to her weighing his performance to be below the average of a real man. Could that be her reason for not considering him as her type? Was his performance so bad or was it because he hasn't done it before for as long as he could remember and lacked experience? He wished he could try it with somebody else but the consideration in itself sickened him. He couldn't ask Jane because his moment with her was an unaccountable one. He couldn't recall a thing about what happened that night, unlike Mercedes. He had quite a lot to drink but recalled everything vividly. She seemed to be in pain and even tried pushing him away but he was s