Chapter 28

Diane's POV

"Somehow, the footage we need to find out about the culprit is missing."

"How is that possible?" I'm quick to ask.

"Whoever the culprit is, he's good at things like this."

The CCTV footage would have helped us get to the bottom of the matter. I relied on it. The culprit decided to stay one step ahead of us, and that was wise of them.

"I have a feeling whoever is behind this is someone who knows you and me." I tell him.

"You might be right and you might be wrong."

I heave a deep sigh that isn't of relief. Until we find out the identity of the culprit, my life is at risk. I can't say the same for Conrad because he has bodyguards looking after him.

Ever since he dropped me off at work, I've been thinking about who could be behind this, but I haven't been able to figure it out. Perhaps Conrad is right, and this has to do with him and not me.

"Don't worry about anything. I have things under control." He interrupts the silence. He definitely says that so I can feel better.

"I have to go now. Be sure to respond to my calls and messages so I can be sure you're doing fine." He says after standing to his feet.

It's weird that he can resist me tonight, even with what I have on. I might be wrong about him having eyes for someone else. It could just be that he's tired of having his cock in my hole.

He doesn't look at me the way he ought to, and that makes me feel some type of way. I can't even explain what the feeling is about. It's as though I'm yearning for his touch. Perhaps I'm ovulating.

"See you at work tomorrow." I coo, walking behind him.

"Yeah."

I increase my pace so I'm leading the way. I want to open the door wide for him. It's the least I can do. I get to the door and do as planned. This is the part where he walks out.

He dips both hands into his pockets, then pauses. He's close to the door already. Both his eyes are on my boobs, and I might have an idea of what's going through his mind.

I don't understand why he's hesitating to touch them. According to the agreement we signed, he's free to touch me anytime and any day. Could it be that he's forgotten?

"Is there a problem?" I bring him back to his senses by asking.

"No." He responds, and proceeds to shine his eyes brightly for more than a second.

It seems he has mixed feelings, like his heart is telling him to go ahead and touch me, but his head is saying no. It could be that his heart is the one saying no and his head is saying yes.

It wouldn't be a bad thing for me to make a move, would it? I'll blame what I'm about to do on my hormones. I don't think I'd be dying for his touch if I weren't ovulating.

I don't want much from him tonight, nor am I willing to have him in my bed. I want to get done with him right here and now. My eyes are on his dick area, my way of sending him signals.

The silence from both of us says a lot. Most importantly, it says that both of us want this. I just can't comprehend why we're both hesitating when it isn't our first time getting down with each other.

"I think we should start by getting your clothes off your body." I mutter. I just have to. I'm fed up with standing on the spot with him and doing nothing.

"Right away." He coos. I did think he would say no to me for a moment, but he doesn't.

His eyes are on me when he shuts the door with his right hand. I watch him take off his clothes, and he isn't gentle about it. His cock is erect already. Perhaps it's been erect all this time.

His hand lands on my boobs, and he caresses them not so gently. It's his favorite thing to do, and yeah, my boobs are his favorite part of my body. I realized that over time. I can't blame him. I have such perky boobs.

I want more than he's doing at the moment. My mouth is open, and I yearn for his dick inside my pussy. I shiver deliciously under his heated gaze. My panties are soaked.

One thing about Conrad and me is that we always try as much as possible not to lock lips. Kissing my clients isn't my thing, and I'm of the opinion that kissing his mistresses isn't his thing either.

It's so hard to keep my eyes off his big, already hard dick. The sight of it arouses me even more. I go on my knees and grip it, put my tongue on its cap before going deeper, until it literally touches my throat, and I like it that way.

Sweet moans from him fill the air, and it keeps me going. I'm not so loud, because I love to be gentle with my moans. He places his hand on my head as I continue sucking at a faster pace.

"Perfect, keep going, hoe." His voice is a sweet moan to my ears.

He releases semen into my mouth, and I swallow a little of it, then spit the rest on his dick and rub it in.

Earlier, he referred to me as a hoe. It could be that he meant it, and it could also be a result of the spur of the moment.