Abigail Hayes~•~“What?”I wasn’t certain I heard him correctly.He didn’t even spare me a glance as he spoke. “You know I do not like repeating myself.” It seemed like his whole demeanor had changed. He was no longer the playful man in the car with me. He was different. Breath hitched, I kept my eyes on him as I reached under my dress and took off what he asked of me. Glancing at the material, I was mortified to see just how wet it was. I was tempted to wear it back, but he seemed to be waiting for me.With my cheeks the reddest they had ever been, I handed it to him. I was more than surprised when he brought it up to his nose to smell it before putting it in his pocket. My mouth parted, but no words could come out.“Now, open your legs for me.”I bit down on my bottom lip and spread out my legs.“Wider.” He instructed.I went as wide as I could, not surprised when my dress moved up, almost showing my private bits. I looked at him, but he didn’t seem affected by the scene. His eye
Abigail Hayes~•~I found myself dropping to my knees at his words.A smile tugged on his lips while his thumb reached out to swipe my bottom lip, dragging it down. My mouth parted open and my breathing became even heavier. It was embarrassing how easily this man could turn me on. He could say a few words and I’d be soaking for him.It was a good thing he lived up to my expectations and sex with him was amazing. I would marry him if I could if it meant I had to have him every night. It was just my poor luck he was married already.“What are you thinking about?” He questioned, cutting into my thoughts. He was still fully dressed while I was naked and on my knees. It didn’t seem fair but I wasn’t going to complain about it.“Your wife.”I expected the topic to be a sensitive one but he didn’t even seem bothered. “Why?”I shrugged. “I don’t know. Just trying to understand how and why your marriage works like this.”His tongue poked the inside of his cheek and I wondered if I had offended
George Galanti~•~Abigail was acting pretty weird.I knew it was a bad decision to keep on seeing her when we worked so closely together, but I didn’t think it’d be much of an issue. She was looking for a regular fuck anyway and I thought she’d be cool about it.But lately, she’d been mentioning my wife a lot. I didn’t know if that translated to being jealous, but I knew it was a bad thing.She had nothing to be jealous about though. Christine might have been my wife but I spent more time with Abigail and gave her more of my attention. On the other hand, I barely saw the woman I was married to. The only thing we had in common was the house we lived in.“I’m going out,” Christine announced as she walked passed the dining room. She had also been acting weird. At that point, I couldn’t tell if it was a female thing.“Okay.”I heard her heels come to a stop before they retreated and she poked her head into the room. “I won’t be back tonight.”“Okay?” I looked up from my laptop.She let o
Abigail Hayes~•~I had thought that being George’s assistant meant he was the only one to give me jobs. I didn’t know jobs could be outsourced to me. Zara, as nice as she was, gave me a ton of work to do this morning. I’d been writing a lot of reports since the day started and my fingers were beginning to ache from typing for too long.However, I didn’t stop because I wanted it to be done today. I didn’t want to take it into the weekend and ruin my weekend with work.I was busy typing the umpteenth report when I got a text on my phone. I ignored it, but another text followed after it.[George: find a nice restaurant close by and make a reservation for two o’clock][George: …]I sighed. He was always having business dinners and lunches and it was up to me to book restaurants in advance, but it was half past one, which meant it was a little too late. Then again, I had no choice but to obey my boss.[Me: for how many?][George: two.][Me: noted.]He didn’t text me after that and I went
George Galanti~•~It wasn’t fun having two women mad at me at the same time, especially when I didn’t even know what I was doing wrong.I was not a clueless person. I figured Abigail hated it whenever I mentioned Christine, but she had no right to be jealous. She knew what she was getting into when she decided to continue seeing me. She knew I had a wife and she knew the terms on which my wife and I got married. She never said it out loud, but I figured she was beginning to develop feelings for me. If I wasn’t so selfish, I would have ended our arrangement at that realization but I’d never been attracted to a person as I was to her.Whenever I saw her, my mind strayed to naughty places. Images of having her across my knee and spanking her as red, caressing her hair while she was on her knees and her mouth full of my cock, pushing her against the nearest surface and fucking her silly.I tried to limit our sexual adventures as much as possible because I didn’t want either of us to be
Abigail Hayes~•~“Abigail!” I heard an annoying voice yell, making me frown as I stirred in my sleep, not bothering to wake up. “Abby!”I groaned and put my pillow around my ears to block out the voice.That seemed to be futile because the next minute, a figure was jumping on me. “What the hell, Maya?” I sighed, my eyes fluttering open. “It’s the weekend. Why won’t you let me sleep?” “Because you’re scaring me. You’ve been asleep for fifteen hours and you’re not showing any signs of waking up.”“Just let me sleep some more.”“No.” She ripped the covers from me. “Do you realize you’re still in your work clothes? You came back by seven, didn’t bother to have dinner, and crashed on the couch. It’s past ten in the morning. Wake up and eat. I made breakfast.”“Leave me alone, Maya. I’ll eat later.”I wasn’t surprised that I had slept for fifteen hours and wanted to sleep some more. I wanted twenty-four hours of sleep. When George told me I was going to be busy for the next month, I didn’
Abigail Hayes~•~George’s surprise gift gave me an idea of what I was to expect. I knew it was fancy but I didn’t know it was dinner-gown fancy. I expected everyone to be at their best and dress eloquently. I just didn’t see myself wearing a dress for fucking lunch.“Have fun!” Maya bade me farewell as I opened the door to leave.I snorted. “I wish.” There was nothing fun about sitting around over privileged white folks. I doubted anything good came out of it as well.The drive to the location took longer than expected. But then again, it was New York and the traffic always surprised me. The luncheon was being held at a luxurious hotel which was owned by one of George’s friends, which had made it easy to secure the location.By the time I arrived, it was a few minutes past twelve and even if everything had already been arranged, there were still a lot of employees running around like headless chickens.“Sorry, I’m late.” I breathed out as I approached Zara.She turned around at the s
Abigail Hayes~•~I went downstairs late.It wasn’t like I decided to take a nap or spent too much time on my makeup. I deliberately went late.I’d like to think I knew George a bit and I knew he was going to make me sit with him if I attended early. I wanted him to be seated already before I got there, which was why I took the elevator thirty minutes past three.George was obsessed with being early which meant the event was going to start as planned no matter what. I also knew that by the time I got down, the introductory part, aka, the boring part, would be done with. They’d move on to lunch before they properly started the fundraising.True to my words, by the time I got to the hall, it was buzzing with people. Some of them were seated while others were standing and conversing. It wasn’t a very big party but it was quite scary because everyone present was influential in one way or the other. My black dress clung to me like second skin and I was beginning to regret wearing it. For