Instead of going straight home, I make my way to the salon to get my hair done, nails polished, then make my way to the store to shop for new outfits.The first thing that catches my eyes is a long burnt orange dress, that has a split on the side that exposes my thigh. It was also strapless and rumpled up in the middle.When I try it on, the dress goes down to my ankle and most of my breasts are exposing, but take it with me anyway. Thinking that I could impress Mr Cross, because I still have my plan to get him.I then make my way over to the shoe rack to pick some heels that have a clear strap. I opt out of getting any accessories, because I think the dress is perfect in its own way.When I arrive home, I start getting ready, because I wasn't given a time on when I will be picked up.But it is a good thing, because just as I am about to put my shoes on. Someone downstairs presses the call button.It scares me how they know the exact apartment I am staying in."Just a minute," I say i
"Ladies and gentlemen, the opera will be starting in the next minute. Please make your way to the viewing box and take your seats. We put on a wonderful show, so I hope you all will enjoy." A voice comes."I need to use that bathroom." I push my chair back."So do I." Mrs Cross gets up as well.Her husband makes a gesture for someone to come over and lead us to the restroom.I am full aware of Mrs Cross walking behind me, but I don't care or feel bad for what I am wearing. Because what she has on is a turnoff to even her husband, looking more like a maid or someone's grandmother instead of the wife of a millionaire.She is dressed in an old fashion neon green, puffy sleeve dress that hides her figure. Flat shoes and her hair is up in a ponytail.I want to roll my eyes every time I look at her. I don't understand how she can be so selfish. After all, he took her to this place. The least she could do is wear a little makeup.After releasing my bladder and coming out of the stall to wash
Getting a cab takes longer than I thought, and the ride back home is lengthy because of traffic. But I am finally back into my way little sanctuary where I kick my shoes off, and put my hair up in a ponytail. But just as I am about to unzip my dress, a knock sound at my door.I frown, not knowing who it could be.When I open the door, I am shock to see my boss standing there. And it isn't a fantasy like the last time. This is real. He is here. With his tie loose and a few buttons open."May I come in?" He smirks."What are you doing here?""To make sure you got home alright." He smirks."Oh, I'm good. Thanks for checking up on me."He chuckles. "Let me in Angela."I gape at him before stepping aside.He looks around before his intense gaze settles on my face."You live alone?""Yes, the other person who was here moved out recently." I nod.But I doubt he is even listening to me, because his eyes are all over my body before they come to a stop at my breasts."That is a lovely dress you
While Mr Cross is snoring away beside me, I go to the living room to search for his phone. When I find it, I make sure to lock myself inside the bathroom to see what I can find about his wife, Natasha.It is as if God is on my side, because just like for his computer, he has the same password for his phone. I soon find his wife’s entire schedule for the rest of the month.I make a note of when she will have her next hair appointment and where. I skip through the rest to see that she will be having lunch with some friends, and also visiting a clinic. I smile, thinking that I can finally put my plan into action.'Watch out Mrs Cross, because you won't have that last name for too long.'I crawl back onto the bed beside my soon to be husband. I gaze at his sleeping face with a smile, knowing that it will soon always be like this.I close my eyes, having pleasant dreams.When I wake again, Mr Cross isn't beside me. I go in search of him, but it seems as if he has already gone home. I feel
The weekend is here and now I'm off to that expensive salon, all in the name of learning the things that Mr Cross likes.When I get to the Nellie's I see that the place is empty."Sorry ma'am, but unfortunately we are closed today due to a sewage leak." A female with bleach blonde hair tells me."Oh, ok." I say.'What are the odds?' I thought.I look at the picture I take of Mrs Cross schedule, wondering what she would be doing now.She already had her morning workout, and would be here to get her hair done. So what would she be doing now instead of this?'Lunch with her friends?'I walk the Drink and dive, thinking that it is a short distance, but it is much further than I thought.When I get there, I am out of breath."Hey, can I get a table for two, please? My friend will be here shortly. Her name is Ella." I lie.But I only do it so that I won't look suspicious."Ok, this way, please."When I enter the building, the place is somewhat empty, and it is easy to make out Mrs Natasha C
A give a loud moan as I feel myself climaxing. After fixing my clothes, I look at the time, shock to see how the time has passed by, because I am too caught up in Mr Cross, and the office sex we were having. Ever since the night of the opera, he would frequent my apartment, pleasing me in every way. And if not there, then in my office or his. Sadly, I never see much of his wife after that day at lunch. I don't know if she ever mention that we had lunch together, but even so. Mr Cross said nothing to me about it. All we do is fuck, go to nice places in the name of meeting and go on business trips. “What would you like for lunch, sir?’’ I ask, watching as my boss buttons his shirt. “A salad bowl with cheese,’’ he said, going back to being formal as if we didn’t just fuck each other's brains out. After giving Mr Cross his lunch, I go back downstairs to eat in the small staff area. This is my way of saving face to avoid anyone suspecting me and our boss, especially with Adele being fi
'What a way to ruin the mood?' I thought of my way home. Thinking that Natasha is a selfish woman, she doesn't give her husband what he wants and yet she is holding onto him instead of letting him go so he can be with someone who can match his energy and desires.I close the door behind me, rest my head against it and being to cry.I don't even understand where these tears are coming from. It isn't like Mr Cross and I have a relationship. He probably loves his wife and is trying to make things work, but she is so in different towards him.I kick my shoes off and throw my bag to the side, when I walk to the kitchen to get dinner started. I am shock to see Ella there around the stove cooking. She has a spoon in one hand and a glass of my wine in the other."What are you doing?" I yell over the music that is playing.Ella turns to me with a smile, but after seeing the look on my face, it drops and she rushes over to me."Angie, are you alright? Have you been crying?" She asks.I pull awa
The next day while I am out running a few errands for Mr Cross, mostly to pick up the new banner for the front of the building and getting his new favourite drink. I run into none other than Adele and Brie.They both are dressed in work clothes, no doubt coming from an interview. But from the looks on their faces, I can only say that they aren't successful.Too bad. Maybe if they didn't run their mouths so much, they wouldn't be in this position now.I stare at Adele, taking in her defeated look. I would have felt sorry for her, but she cause this on herself."A dragon fruit madness and a peach iced tea, please." I tell the server."Will that be all?" She asks."Yes.""A name for the order, please?""Angela S."I glance back at where Adele and Brie are standing in line when I shift over to the pickup side. Brie spots me first as our eyes meet. She frowns at me; she bumps Adele with her elbow, then points me out.I roll my eyes at them when Adele looks up.I don't know what Brie said t