It was the weirdest thing I had ever done – making her drink through my lips, and I have no idea where it came from, but like I had explained to her, just like the kiss in my office, it just happened and it felt so natural.
“You need to stop doing this, Matthew,” she whispered, I was still close to her against the wall and she had her face away from me to keep me from doing it again.
“Doing what?”
“Doing things just because you want to,” she shook her head and I could see the tension on her face from her profile, “you keep trapping me in places so that I have to answer you or… do what you want,” her voice was breaking and I thought she was about to cry, so I took a step back.
Emma looked back at me then, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes glassy, “I told you during my interview that I won’t put up with sexual harassment.”
My lips tightened and I took a moment before aski
Once Matthew had left the room, I stood up and looked around for anything to change into so that I didn’t risk Isabella throwing up on the dress that I wore. I was lucky and found a couple of robes in the bathroom on a small hanger against the wall.I unzipped the dress and guided myself out of it, not letting it hit the floor at all and sliding on the robe before leaving the bathroom to get a hanger for the dress from the closet.Once on the hanger, I placed the dress inside the closet and noticed the few small wrinkles on the back of the dress where Matthew had gripped onto as we were kissing. I still can’t believe I did that, I took charge and did what I wanted for once, all thoughts of what’s right and wrong flown out the window, but it felt so right when I did it.Isabella was sound asleep now and I was able to tiptoe my way around the room without disturbing her. The carpet was clean and soft against my aching feet, it was almost glorious
The fundraiser was winding down and I left the party planner in charge of handling the take-down of everything and said thank you and goodbye to as many people as possible.I didn’t see David or Amy the rest of the night, but I did catch a glance of the teenager Tristan who I paid to keep an eye on David and to make sure he wasn’t given any drinks of color that could stain Emma’s gown, should he be in a vindictive place.Tristan’s mom came and bid me goodbye, “I’m afraid it’s a school night, so I got to get this guy home,” she put her hand on her son's shoulder, “but we’ve had an amazing night, Matthew, thank you.”“You’re very welcome, thank you so much for coming, and it was nice to meet you, Tristan,” I smiled at the young boy who grinned back.“You too, Mr. Greene. Looking forward to next year's fundraiser,” he responded and we all chuckled.Once eve
The things that Isabella said as she thought she was speaking to only Kay were shocking, saying that Matthew loves me unlike any woman before but he is too stubborn to admit it to himself. Matthew refused to keep listening to her as soon as she mentioned the name Nicole and had me take over for holding her hair back for him and he left the room quickly without another word. I stayed to listen to Isabella some more. “Isabella, who is Nicole?” I asked quietly so that Matthew wouldn’t hear. “She’s the reason he is who he is, the one who broke his heart in the first place, the one who made him believe all women are worthless whores.” “What happened?” “She cheated on him, like how David cheated on me. I think that’s why we’re friends - because we share that pain. Have you ever been cheated on, Emma?” “No,” any man who knows me that there would be hell to pay if he tried something like that. Anyone who dates me at all should know that I take
No woman had ever given me so much pleasure to be inside. Emma was still tight, which means that she wasn’t a whore and hadn’t had very many sexual partners before.She wanted to move to the bedroom, but I had no patience to wait any longer, I needed her here and now, and she didn’t fight me on it. Her cries of pleasure were like music to my ears, music that I wanted to put on replay and listen to all day long.I could feel her leg going weak around me as I began thrusting harder and deeper, her leg muscles had initially flexed when I began, but she let the pleasure take over her and the overpowering sensation of two bodies becoming one let her body melt.I didn’t pull out of her to finish, for some reason, I didn’t want to. I wanted her to feel what she did to me in her core, I wanted her to know how badly I desired her, and I got to feel how badly her body needed mine in return, drenching my length in her own pleasure.As s
Matthew had ordered room service for everyone in the hotel to get some coffee and food in us before we shared a cab to the apartment building for us all to get changed.Since Isabella had gotten dressed for the fundraiser in my apartment, her clothes were still there and we had to stop by my apartment with her for her to change. Matthew went upstairs to the penthouse to get on a suit before heading into the office. I carefully changed out of the dress and hung it back up before changing into my regular work attire.Isabella was seated at the breakfast bar in her regular clothes again and had her dress back in a garment bag that was draped over another stool next to her when she said to me, “So, you and Matthew, huh?” She had a mischievous grin as she looked at me.Crap. Are we telling people about us? Are we even an ‘us’ to begin with? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I insisted with an innocent smile.
The feeling of wanting her all day every day has only increased after our night together, and I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to keep it a secret from everyone. It was true when I told her I wanted to scream it for the whole world to hear, but I was a reasonable man, and as crazy as I was about the girl, I wanted to wait for things to become more serious.Emma seemed to have the same thought process as me, wanting to be more reasonable about things. I act on impulse, but Emma calculates things before she makes a move, so I think we made a fairly decent team together.While we wouldn’t be sharing with anyone that we were now something along the lines of a couple, it doesn’t mean we had to stop flirting around the office. I’m a very flirtatious person, everyone knows it, it doesn’t always mean something is going on, so no one should get suspicious.I had cracked a joke to Mindi as we came in together and headed directly back to
Matthew and I returned to the office from our lunch date very casually, the date started a little awkward, but once he saw my creative process and how the elements move me, he wanted to know more, and we dove into each other’s minds some more.He thought I was fascinating, and I thought he was brilliant.Later in the day, I was going through emails when I saw one from Emmanuel, subject line read: RED CARPET PHOTOSI immediately clicked on it and ignored all of the other emails in my inbox, he added a message before the attachment, “choose your favorites for me to edit and publish.” I became so excited, I couldn’t wait to open them up and see.It took a while to download the attachment, and I was tapping my foot the entire time, watching the downloading wheel progress very slowly. Damn, how many photos did Emmanuel take?Once downloaded, I opened the attachment to find hundreds of photos, taken both on and off of the
Weeks passed by and no one suspected a thing about Emma and I being a thing. We dated casually, Emma would sometimes spend nights at the penthouse and we would carpool to work almost every day. The photos of the event were published, and Greene Designs was getting all sorts of hype now after Emma’s dress’s debut, along with my new and more diverse model roster – people were swooning. Things were going great, and only a few arguments here and there whenever my sexual past would be brought up. Emma would question if I would be able to commit to her and only her, she insisted one night that I tell her the story of all the other assistants of mine that I’ve screwed before – afraid that she was going down the same path. I always assure her that she’s different from them all, that I’m crazy about her and that things between us are real and great, and that I don’t desire anyone but her, but she sometimes doubted me if I smiled or looked at another woman a certain wa