Chapter 23: Crazy things

Her high heels cracked the tiled floor as she walked into his office. Downstairs, the office staff looked at her as if she was a hired assassin with her very dark jumpsuit and mysterious aviators. She led the way into the elevator and into his office.

“Come in” he said

He stood up promptly and was overwhelmed by the sight of her, feeling a mix of emotions.

“Zara!” He kept a straight face.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you”

She dropped her handbag on the table and sat down taking off aviators.

“Good to see you” he said calmly

“Look! Let's cut to the chase. I’m done working here. I’m resigning”

He stared at her.

“Here” she handed him her resignation letter in a brown manila envelope.

He read it slowly:

To Whom It May Concern,  

Please accept this letter as my formal resignation from [Wolfe Inc.], effective two weeks from today.  I appreciate the opportunity I had to learn and contribute …  

“You know you really don’t have to” he said bluntly.

“Nah I can’t deal” she shook her head.

“So…what now?” He stood up and walked towards her, hands in his pocket like a bad boy.

“What what?” she piqued. He looked down on her, now standing above her. His tall, masculine width made her feel small.

“With your life? what you gone do now?” he asked again. She stood up

“I’m launching my own fashion brand. It’s time I focus on my dream. I’ve had the vision in me for quite long”.

Nat inhaled deeply. “I see”

“Yes”

“Just know I’m there if you need any support. Don’t hesitate” he was compassionate now.  But she wasn’t moved.

She smiled a thin smile and said

“There’s no need for that” then she got up and walked l towards the door.

“No one’s perfect Zara,” he said. She turned, looking into his eyes.

He said again.

“No one’s perfect”. He leaned his two fingers on the table and crossed his legs as he stood.

She looked at him from his brown brogues shoe to his face.

“You were once in the club doing nasty things for money”

“You insult me?” she said

“I’m just saying I made a mistake but my son is not a mistake. He’s the reason why I live”

She released her handbag for her arm and held it on her fingers taking off her glasses.

“We can only do our best” he said

His enticing wisdom was interesting.

“Are you tryna be poetic now”, her anger still undissolved. Go on Shakespeare”

“I’m just saying the truth"

“Nat, thank you for everything. I appreciate it but I'm leaving. I can’t work for you anymore”

She walked away. He ran up towards her and pulled her back to himself. She was closer to him now as she leaned on him. His muscular body, the space between his shoulders, his seductive eyes locked in hers. She felt a gentle peace envelope her, strange but comforting.

“You are mine”  he said

“I’m yours” she was hypnotized now. It looked like a scene from an Indian movie. She, the headstrong Zara Carter turned into a hapless butterfly before an Alpha Prince.

“You can’t leave me”

“No I can't,” she said, a bit teary now.

He kissed her, their lips brushed lightly before she regained her senses.

“This would ruin us,” she said in a whisper.

“What’s love if it’s not destructive?” he echoed

Zara sighed. But she wouldn’t give in

“ I’m sorry”. She said as she patted his chest lightly.

“Bye”. She forced herself to say. She was reluctant to leave his face. Nat stood firm and tall, hopeful she would come back to him.

- - - - -

Her house, one of Nat’s houses, was a definition of modern luxury. A duplex with tall glass walls, the inside painted white.

The nanny Christiana opened the door

“Welcome!” she beamed.

“Where’s she?” he asked, stepping in speedily.

Nina walked down the stairway like royalty in her black transparent lace gown that graced the floor. Her wavy russet black hair and dark red lipstick gave her a sultry look. On her palms was a glass filled with red wine.

“Oh! babe” she reached out to hug him but he wouldn’t move.

“Okay, what now?” she swirled the wine in her glass smiling pleasantly at him.

He gave a cold stare.

“Has the slimy whore been giving you troubles?” she teased

Nat held his palms from slapping her and grinned so much his forehead was puzzled with veins.

“Oh! you wanna hit me” she went closer to his face

He said nothing.

“Where’s my son?” I wanna see him”

“Like you even care? when was the last time you saw him”

“Last month”

“Oh wow! father of the year” She mockingly clapped her hands.

“Do you need another lecture to know I’m always busy”

“Too busy writhing between her thighs” she said

“I smell jealousy”

She rolled her eyes.

“Nina, you know we have nothing in common, no feelings, nothing sacred. I send you huge checks every month. What more do you want?”

She gave a sly smile. “I want you”

“Where’s Johnny? Johnny!” he called out

“He’s not here, at a friend's party,” she said. A bored expression on her face.

“You left me with all this—the house, the money but sometimes I feel so lonely and horny”. She held his wrist and looked at him like a desperate wife.

“Oh! so you ain’t chasing those your lame ass boyfriends anymore”.

She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know what you talking about”

“I saw you with one in bed last time I came. You pretended he was the gardener but I heard the shouts from your room. Shouts of pleasure” Nat mocked her with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Nat, do you think I’m a wood?”

“Just saying”

“I want you,” she said.

“You don’t want me, you want my money. That’s what you wanted in the first place”

“Come” she beckoned on him.

He followed her as they sat on the couch. She picked up the TV remote and pressed play. The video on the screen showed profane nudity. A slim girl beneath a massive cock. Nat feared the dick was too big for her. If it entered her hole, it might come out through her mouth.

She laughed. He laughed too.

“A petite girl brutalized by a massive cock” Nina added. "Damn I wanna be her”

“Right” Nat still laughed.

“Sometimes when I look at this, I remember that night we had. That reckless regrettable night. Damn! you are something else Nat. I hope that thing hasn’t deflated”

Nat was irritated. She was a crazy woman.

He was getting hard as she rubbed his trousers sensually.

“Turn that off" he said to her” She did reluctantly.

She squatted on the couch.

“Nat, You know I miss you. Cum in me daddy!” she said looking at him with a gaze of desire, beneath her thick eye lashes, those outlandish lashes of hers.

Nat pushed her away.

“Stop,” he said calmly with a wave of his palms.

She stood up, feeling disappointed

“Care for a drink?” she said.

“Well”

She went into the mini bar and poured a glass for him. She brought out a white tablet and put it inside. She whisked it. And so, was the beginning of the unexpected, she had spiked his drink.

They drank together.

“Is this a prelude to something—

what’s your plan woman?” he knew something was definitely fishy.

“Shuuu”—she shut him up. Still squatting on the couch beside him like a patient dog awaiting bone. He finished his wine.

It wasn’t long before he started drifting away. His head began to feel like a mass of soft wool. He was turbo charged, hard as a stone. At the same time, he felt lethargic.

She sat on top of him

“I miss you Nat”

He gave into her kisses feeling the heat. She unbuckled his trousers, laid flat on the couch and bent her head to his dick.

She measured it with the length of her hands and saw it was longer. She laughed, naughtily.

“Dang! daddy"

“You better wash that dick well” he commanded, holding her hair up as she gulped and choked on it.

She sat on him. He inserted his dick in her, now riding her like a donkey.

Nina kept jumping up and down bouncing on his stick like a ball.

He held her waist and smacked her ass hard until she was red, going up in her accelerated speed. His veins came out on  his necks, arms and forehead as he used all his strength.

She sat there, hung in the air like a levitating monk. Her whole body shook as if she was on a trampoline. She was lightly teary. Twisting and circling and writhing on it until he gave out manly sensual groans.

“Ah!!!!” he said

“So this is what that bitch has been enjoying,” she said in between moans.

“Last time you call her bitch again” he stopped fucking her, slapping her ass harder this time.

“Aw”. She moaned as he slapped her.

“Aw”. He spanked again.

“Yes! Daddy”.

“You are the bitch” he said

“Yes daddy!” She was as submissive as a slave. Truly, he was an irresistible sex tyrant.

He carried her up the stairway on his arms and landed her on the bed fucking her mercilessly. Nina held both toes as she spread her legs wide as an open gate.

She could not breathe, all her G-spots were hit. An ocean was about to be unleashed.

He choked her, going in with a faster speed until jerking, and vibrating, he released his seed. She held her large tits together to take his cum, her tongue open as well to lick him—the golden dick’s cum.

He stood up and hopped into the bathroom.

Now, he was buttoning his shirt while she lay in bed pleased.

“What…what did you do?” he searched her face for explanations.

“What?” she feigned ignorance

“That wine” he looked at her like he was inspecting her, making up for his blurred memories.

“You spiked my drink” he added

“I did?”

“Bitch”

She laughed loudly. A careless evil laughter.

“You had fun didn’t you?”  

“You took advantage of me” Nat’s stare was accusing. He wore his watch, got off and hurriedly sped off the driveway driving through the hilly neighborhood flanked with palms. His mind was filled with ghosts. Something was missing. Could it be Zara or perhaps he just needed time to fully move on, to get past this phase.