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

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

I can't stop myself from thinking about my time with Mr Cross two days ago. We fucked most of the time in the back seat of his car, then moved to my apartment after seeing that the space provides limited movement.I tilt my neck to the right to touch the love bite he left there, still not believing how long we were fucking for. The entire evening, only stopping for food and when that wife of his called.But even with her expressing considers of him not being home yet, he still spent the night with me. He even woke me up with morning sex. It was as if he was making sure he could get all that he can since she won't be giving it to him.Even though he was rough and it got painful at times, I still made sure to not run from him, because the smile he had on his face made me know he was enjoying it and I enjoy pleasing him, especially after confirming that his wife doesn't do things like this.I put on my sneaks, then make sure to see if my outfit is appropriate for the occasion. I am about

And just like that, Natasha and I became close. We exchanged numbers the day after our hair appointments, and for almost two weeks we would meet every weekend for brunch, lunch or just simple strolls in the park.I learn much from her about her husband, because she would confide in me about him.She claims that it is exhausting being a house wife due to his demands. But really I think she is just lazy, and they have maids so she doesn't have to do much.She is just unappreciative and doesn't understand that sometimes a man wants a home cooked meal from his wife. He needs his back rubbed, and for her to listen to him.Natasha doesn't seem to provide any of that. She doesn't seem to know how to cater to him or provide him with that womanly nature.Poor thing, when I get Mr Cross, I will show her what it means to take care of a man.Today, Natasha asks if I can accompany her to somewhere that I am sure is a cosmetic clinic. Which makes me wonder why she would go to a place like that.She

For a week I stay away from work, saying that I am sick when really I took some time off to prepare myself for today. I smile at myself in the mirror as I get ready for work, this brand new Monday morning. I am about to rock Mr and Mrs Cross' world. And by that, I mean that I am going to get Mr Cross and kick Natasha to the curb. After having my breakfast, I head for the door. Ready to take on the task ahead of me, which will be a simple one. I get to MetroSport with my intentions set, with a coffee in hand as I go up to Mr Cross' office. Even though I know he isn't there has yet, I'll wait for him to come. I smile to myself while sitting in his chair, knowing that it will all be mine. His money, that house, cars. Soon I'll be travelling the world, being waited and not having to work a day in my life ever again. When I hear the door opening, I spin the chair around to come face to face with my boss' shocked expression. I get up with a smile. "Miss Smith?" A look of confusion fla