Chapter Four.

Chapter 4 

Grayson's POV 

“Haah,” I groaned as I buried my face in my hands. “What was I thinking? Why did I say such a stupid thing to her?” I felt like such an idiot.

I couldn't stop thinking about her smile, her gentle eyes, her warm presence. She seemed to have such an effect on me, and I was unable to explain it. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to be close to her. 

The last time I felt this way didn't end well, and when I got married, she abandoned me and my son. I remembered begging her not to leave.

“I can't pretend to be happy with you, It’s over, just let me go.” Alisha’s words rang in my head like a broken record, I was stunned, unable to respond.

“Okay, what about our baby? This will be unfair to him. Please give me a chance so we can settle our difference.” I pleaded, hoping this will convince her.

“Which baby?” She asked in a mocking tone, “that thing.” She continued pointing towards our son. “That your mess takes care of it.” She said her eyes were cold, and her face was emotionless.

I looked at her, my eyes popping out. Her words cut through my heart like a knife. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had thought she loved our son, but it was clear she didn't.

“How… cou…ld.” I stuttered trying to gather my words before I could finish my statement, she left.  I watched her go, feeling numb. I knew I had to move on, to let her go, but it wasn't easy. I couldn't stop thinking about her, about the life we had once shared in high school, about the life we could have had together. But it was too late: she was gone. 

“Sir,” a voice called out from behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. 

“What?” I shouted, frustration and annoyance evident in my tone. 

“I…uh…I'm sorry to bother you, but…" the voice trailed off, and I sighed, turning to face the intruder, It was Amelia again. I felt like standing up and pinned her to the wall while I kiss and caress her boobs.

 “What do you want?” I asked with a stern face, pouring myself a drink. My eyes wandered over her body, lingering on her exposed cleavage. 

“Fuck.” I cursed silently, But as I looked at her, my imagination ran wild. The image of her soft boobs lingers in my memory. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my face flush. My dick instantly became erected. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I hated myself for feeling this way — it was completely inappropriate. But I couldn't help it. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixated on her. 

"Sir, are…are you listening?” she asked, bringing me back to reality, My eyes darted back to hers, and I was overcome with shame.

“Uhm… okay… y-yes, I'm sure,” I stammered, sounding like an absolute fool. I quickly gulped down my drink, hoping the cool liquid would help to calm me. The room suddenly felt hot, and my heart was pounding. 

“Okay,” she replied, but she still stood there, her brow furrowed, a look of confusion on her face. 

“You can leave,” I said, motioning towards the door, eager for her to go.

“But you haven't given me a response,” she said, confusion evident in her voice. I realized I must have been too engrossed looking at her boobs to have heard her. 

“What?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

 “I just asked if Jayden has any food allergies or medical issues,” she replied, still looking at me with that puzzled expression.

 “No, he doesn't,” I said, my voice sounding more confident than I felt. “You can leave now,” I added, my gaze shifting to the pile of papers on my desk. Anything to avoid looking at her.

I released a long breath as the door closed behind her, feeling a sense of relief. I pulled at my necktie, feeling it was suddenly too tight. My fully erected dick was making it hard for me to concentrate. I took a long sip of my drink, draining the glass, then I hurriedly left the study and headed for my room.

Many minutes had passed, and I was still laying on my bed, the vision of her boobs still flashed in my mind. I couldn't get it off. Her breast was the most perfect view I've seen for a long time, pointy, smooth and juicy.

I kept thinking about her as my dick rose again, I could feel myself without touching myself. At this point my cock was hard and elongated, it was painful due to my belt being tied tightly, so I quickly loosen my belt and gave it freedom.

My hands moved down to my belle and inside my pants, I brought out my hard cock I looked at it. Damn it was ready for impact, veins were all over it and the cap was pink. I wished that lady was with me in my room. I wish I could be with her in the dark and lonely room.

I would love to express all of myself in her. I'd like to smash her pussy like a hurricane, pin her down and show her what I'm made of. With these thoughts, my hands robbed my cock.

It was a different feeling entirely, it felt so good, the pleasure was worth a billion dollars. I massaged it carefully as I imagined myself being inside of her, I imagined myself creating a hole inside her hole. 

“RRG '' I groaned as the pleasure reached its zenith, an exuding energy escaped from within me down to my hard dick, as a thick sticky liquid gushed out of my cock.

After this, I was weak and so was my dick, it fell down like a weak tree. I thoroughly enjoyed this moment, but as I sat there, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The door! I hadn't closed it properly, and there was a small gap.

 As I focused on it, I could make out a figure in the hallway outside. I froze, my heart racing. Has someone seen me? I quickly grabbed a towel and covered myself, then I ran to the door and caught a glimpse of a woman dashing down the hallway.

My jaw dropped as I realized who it was. It was Amelia. She had seen me!