Excited but apprehensive were just some of the emotions that Dominique Martin struggled with as he left the shopping centre.He was not yet 100 yards from the gate when his cell phone rang.
“Hey Bimbo. What’s up?” he asked.
“Dom, the next ca
Dominique heard her sigh and watched as she shook her head and walked over to the chair and took up his pants and shirt that were neatly folded and covered his firearm and wallet and phone. "Dominique here, if you had just gone straight home but I see why and what you had to break your neck to come to the bar. Put on your clothes and come."
Dominique was taken aback by the statement, seemingly it was not a good idea to come back here and even though Yanique had the qualifications for the job as his office manager as well as the looks her tongue had confirmed that nothing good would have arisen if he continued to associate with her. However, curiosity was still gnawing him and he needed to talk to her in private."Yanique can I have a word in private,” he asked.
Dominique could see Marsha smiling as she looked through the window of the living room to see him walking up the driveway.But with each step he saw the smile turn to a frown. Then she rushed towards the front door. "Where have you been? And why are you walking like that?” she shouted as she ran towards him, "I turned back earlier trying to find you after you jumped out of the car. I was not able to call you becauseI was not able to make any calls or open any messages and then it just went black!"
“The entrance to the villa had huge, oak doors with view panels that allowed you to see the infinity pool and the Carib/Atlantic Ocean, the view was breath taking. Marble tiles, gold wall sconces and chandeliers hung from the ceilings in most rooms, but the master bed room with its four postured king size bed with a glass walled Jacuzzi and shower ensuite was the most exquisite place I had ever seen. ““The setting seemed more like a honey moon suite than the temporary residence in my mind,
Two and a half weeks had elapsed since that Sunday morning when Marsha demanded that he did nothing about the business expansion, but Dominique would not allow his wife to dictate anything to him. Why did he need her approval for in the first place? The intercom rang in his office and disturbed his thought process.“Yes Maxine,” he answered.
“Great the wire transfer came through, can I get two managers cheques made out for twenty five million in the name of Citron Homes Limited and the balance to High End Luxury SUV International respectively please and can I wait on them?”“Sure where should I take the processing fees from?
Dominique could not help but laugh at the innocence and her excitement that she brought to the office. He kept watching the clock as the hours passed by, he had spent almost 3 hours between the banks and acquiring the treat for his office manager.
The waves of passion settled between them as she felt the surge beneath her slowed before she started the dance of her hips as his hand reached and exposed her breasts and clutched her cheek of her glutes. Michelle was maestro with her instrument and she reached the peak of her passion she drove her hips harder and her clitoris caressed the root of Dominique’s manhood. Their passion and voices merged in unison as the sexual tension exploded in there orgasm. She collapsed atop him panting breathlessly.