CHAPTER 012

DREW.

Breakfast was prepared, yet a mourning nostalgia weighed on my heart. I would walk down the hallway and hear a bit of Laurel and Morel's jibber jabber; all words lost under tones that sounded loud and heavy. I shook my head in pain and continued walking into the shower in search of comfort in the heart.

As the water rushed down the channel, it scrubbed away much of the pain that was tightening my muscles. "I am zoning out," I said softly, maybe just a whisper. Going on next, all thoughts were tethered to my wife, a cute smile crept on my face. "I love my wife, sitting dearly," I said, as his heart swelled with affection.

I came out of the bathroom, refreshed and walked toward the bedroom in which I changed into a nice, crisp blue suit. The fabric was smooth against my skin. I picked up the bag and prepared to race off to work. .

"Suiting up on a Monday," I chuckled internally, battling to chase away that saddening moment.

"Honey, I'm off to work," my voice echoed in the walls of the house. One of those greetings that needed one of those warm hugs or soft kisses from my wife instead received emptiness from them.

"How could she not even give me a proper goodbye?" I felt gut-wrenching guilt again.

Out to the car now. The cold morning air swept gracefully across my face, washing away many tears. I hummed on my way to work along with the sounds from the car stereo: a good distraction from everything that had transpired.

It was before I knew it that I was already at the company. "Good morning, sir," the security man welcomed me with a smile of warmth and welcome. "Welcome."

I smiled back, grateful for the familiar face; "Thank you so much," I said, my voice a little brighter now.

I walked towards my office, and on opening the door slightly, walked in. The familiar space was now a haven from the gloom of disappointment the morning had brought.

"It's time to work," I said to myself, as almost a release washed over me. I resolved to leave the marriage problems at the door and dive straight into the task at hand. I flipped through papers that were scattered across my table, letting my eyes sweep through the familiar papers.

Sifting through papers, my gaze rested on a brown envelope that bore a familiar logo- MJ Investment & Co. "I'm sure this is the reply from them," I said to myself in excitement, because this meant for me a letter from them, which I couldn't wait to read its contents. Just when I was about to propel the letter open, a knock came reverberating on the door.

"Who is there?" I called out, my voice firm yet polite.

"It's Williams, sir. Your PA, sir," his voice echoed through the door.

"Come on in, Williams," I said in a welcoming voice. I saw him open the door and step inside with a smile.

"Good morning, sir," he greeted cheerily.

"Good morning, Williams," I smiled back. "I was just about to open this letter," I said, pointing to a brown envelope.

"Oh, that letter? It's good news, sir," said Williams brightly with an excitement sparkling in his eyes. "A contract has been agreed to be signed by them," he said, sending a rush of excitement pouring back into me.

"Oh my goodness, this is actually going to be a celebration!" I exclaimed, breaking into a huge grin, with all that happiness rushing through me. Williams and I laughed and shook hands.

"Yes, sir, afterwards, if you please. Maybe a bar," he suggested, still, that grin remained present.

"Okay, then that's amazing," I said, feeling very close to my PA.

"That was just good by me, sir," Williams said a little apologetically. "I'll go back to work, then," he said, going to leave.

"Thanks a lot," I shouted after him, my voice resonating across the office.

Just then, after Williams exited my office, another knock was heard.

I did not bother to ask who it was.

"Come in," I said with cheer.

That was Ashley, my receptionist; she looked so gorgeous, the way he moved her hips could.

Such a short gown made her attractive, almost laying a mirror spotless and clear as to showing laps.

"Ashley, what are you doing here?" I asked her right away. She was smiling and walking toward me. "I see someone is happy this morning," nibbling her fingers.

Again, she laughed this time; it was soft and throaty, sending shivers rippling through my spine. "Oh, please, stop pretending as though you don't want to fuck me," she poured out with a voice that started out as an erotic sound before she removed her shirt and revealed her muscular chest and abs. Indeed, her full-dead breasts stared back at me, and I had to take it; the thing was already hard and straining against my pants.

Leaning in, I kissed her-hard and passionately, desperate and hungry. Her mouth tasted of yearning-on her end and mine. Her body began to radiate heat, and I had to feel it. I lifted her into my inner office, heart hammering.

"I want you so bad," she moaned, gripping my shirt from both hands.

"I'm gonna fuck you so well, my love," I told her, disposing of all my clothes in no time. I pushed her down on the desk and opened her legs widely. My dick was already throbbing with need, and all that I could do was run my hands over her chest, down her abs, onto her thighs, leaving goosebumps on every inch of skin touched. I could feel her heart thumping under my fingertips while her rhythmically short and sharp gasps came.

Down below I reached with my fingertips and I touched her V******* and stroked across her sopping folds. She moaned and arched back from that office desk. I could feel the tremors of her muscles under my fingers, and at that point in time, her entire being begged for more. With a finger, I slid inside her. The tight, wet vagina was clenching against me. Her moans grew louder as she grasped the sides of the desk with her hands.

I withdrew my finger and cleaned it off by sucking. Sweet, salty essence. Then I looked at her with a desire-filled gaze. I'm going to fuck you so hard so that you'll not be able to walk tomorrow," I promised.