Poor girl. I actually feel sorry for her.
She thinks she has it all—money, success, even a little bit of fame—but there’s a void inside her.
A void only I can fill.
I’m glad she said no to my time off request, though. Saves me having to fly home to break up with Veronica, my girlfriend who’s been cheating on me since I moved to New York City for this new job.
I can feel her eyes on me as I make casual conversation with Tasha and her friends.
Jealous, boss lady?
She’s doing her best to hide it, shooting me casual glances now and then from her queenly office, but it’s obvious. She wants me.
And the feeling is mutual.
She’s wearing a tan skirt and matching heels that show off her incredible legs. And even her blazer and blouse can’t hide the nice set of tits she’s got underneath.
She’s sexy as hell, but she’s not showing it off.
It could be because she’s trying to be professional, but I have a feeling she doesn’t have a clue just how hot she really is.
Our gazes meet again just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Veronica. Sighing, I excuse myself from the conversation and step out into the hall.
The office is all glass, and I can still feel Kathryn’s eyes on me as I answer the call.
“Stop calling me. It’s over.”
“Blake, stop!” Veronica whines. Why is she still pretending I don’t know about her infidelity?
“Can we stop bullshitting each other?” I ask. “I’ve got a new job. You’ve got a new guy. It’s over.”
“Blake, I don’t have a new guy! I love you!”
She’s been using this excuse on me for the last week, but tonight, it really burns.
“You don’t know what love is,” I hiss. I hang up and block her number, then stuff my phone in my pocket.
That’s enough of that.
Honestly, I’m not angry that she cheated. I knew she wasn’t the one anyway. I’m angry because she lied and continued to lie after I caught her.
I can’t stand liars. I say what’s on my mind. I don’t hold back. Anyone who can’t handle that, well, I don’t want them in my life.
Kathryn’s watching me as I head back into the party, but I don’t look over. In fact, I don’t glance her way once for the next two hours.
How’s it feel, princess? Not being able to have what you want?
My body is humming with intent. Blood pumps steadily between my legs. My cock is engorged, barely held back by my sports briefs. But if anyone takes a hard look, they’ll see my bulge.
The party is starting to wrap up as I come back inside. Tasha skips over to me, her eyes flashing.
“Oops,” she giggles. “Look where we’re standing!”
I look up. Mistletoe.
“Ah,” I smirk. “Sorry, I can’t—”
“Oh, come on. It’s Christmas! Just a peck?” She twists her head, showing me her cheek.
