Riley
The rest of my weekend had been full of jacking off to the memory of Griffin and me in his den. It wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around and fantasize about him while I stroked myself, but this was different. It even felt different. I had been in his den when he caught Yvette blowing me. Griffin had seen my cock, and that thought alone could elicit some of the hardest wood I’d ever had.
The fantasies and weekend fun had ended, though. My nerves were getting the best of me as I rode the elevator up to the second floor. Would my belongings still be there? Had I lost my job? Was I on the brink of losing my job? Griffin hadn’t seemed angry with me, but I didn’t understand how something wasn’t going to happen.
Relief washed over me, and my stomach began to settle, when I saw that all my stuff was still at my desk. I began to settle in for my day and noticed that Yvette’s door had been closed since I had arrived. I really had no idea how to act around her when I did see her. Yvette seemed quiet throughout the next few days, and during my designated weekly meeting with Griffin, I learned that she had turned in her resignation letter. As soon as I sat across from his big desk, I knew this meeting would be different just by the way he sat.
“I’m sure this has been an interesting week for you, Riley.” Griffin sat back in his chair and looked at me as though we were having a casual, friendly discussion.
I began to apologize for my behavior and explain that I had never done anything like that before, but he held his hand up to prevent my rehearsed monologue. He stood from his chair and walked to his window, keeping his back to me. Griffin clasped his hands together at the small of his back while he kept his feet about a foot apart.
“I take an immense amount of pride in this company, Riley. My father, all the way back to my great-grandfather, took pride in this company and its image. That includes the morals and ethics of our employees. When my father passed, my uncle-in-law moved into his role and upheld the same beliefs. They believed that the wives of Evans Financial who cheated, not only cheated on their husbands but stole from the company, were nothing more than gold diggers.”
Griffin stared at me, and neither of us moved for a moment.
“I don’t approve of or condone cheating.” Griffin’s voice grew cold. “Period.”
My heart pounded in my chest at a rapid rate. Was he going to fire me?
“Yvette’s husband makes very good money here. Thank you for showing me someone with morals that go against what this company stands for.” Griffin moved away from the window and retook his seat. “Thank you for showing me someone who is nothing but a repulsive gold digger.”
Stunned, I could only nod.
“My parties tend to uncover those who are unfaithful. And nothing disgusts me more than infidelity. Riley, I see you as being someone who can help me identify those who are willing, or on the fence, about giving in to unscrupulous desires. You can help me find those within Evans Financial who are gold diggers.”
Griffin was seeing me as someone who could help him. I was getting hard, but I had to know if I was just one of many who had helped him.
“Do others help you with that, Mr. Evans?”
He raised one of his eyebrows and then slowly shook his head.
“Just you, Riley.” Griffin leaned forward and laced his fingers together on the desk. “I’ve always let it happen naturally at my parties, but I think you can help me.”
Ecstatic but under control, I replied with, “Yes. I’d love to help you.”
* * *
Another month had gone by,and while there hadn’t been another party, I still felt special. It was as though Griffin not only wanted me around but needed me too. I had even been invited to lunch with him and a few other high ups once.
My role was not only a boost for my ego but to make others feel good. Basically, my role in helping Griffin was to be the bait. I was to smile and be my handsome self, give him the names of the flirters, and then see who would fall at the next party. Griffin had told me that when he caught the cheaters, they usually resigned of their own accord, though there had been a few who he had to terminate.
Being used as the bait for his needs suited me just fine. I was proving my worth and loyalty to him, and eventually, other things would come. Things were going great until I walked into the lobby of Evans Financial on a Monday morning in late September.
A bunch of women were gathered around the reception desk, and when they saw me, they quickly flagged me over to sign a card for an engagement. I obliged, picked up one of their glitter pens, and opened the card. At the top was the name of the recipients—Griffin.
Griffin was engaged.
Spots were all that I saw for a few moments, and while I managed to sign my name, I tackled nausea. Before I got into the elevator, I went to the lobby bathroom and threw up. My body was on fire. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. It was me he was supposed to be with! Somehow, I made it through the following days with a smile plastered to my face.
Anger and pain occupied my mind and sat like a heavy brick in the pit of my stomach. It was affecting me in an extreme way and prevented me from carrying out the flirting tasks Griffin had given me. For the rest of the week, I didn’t engage in flirting, and I didn’t try to time things so I’d run into Griffin. All I could think about was the fucking bitch who had stolen him from me.
During the annoying engagement week, I heard a lot of interesting bits of gossip. I learned that the bitch’s name was Kathryn Adams, and she was close to Griffin in age. I overheard some women say that Kathryn dabbled here and there in painting and some other type of artwork. Many said that Kathryn wasn’t in the same social status pond as Griffin. I didn’t dwell on that because, really, I wasn’t either.
Rumors were quietly flying around with the guys about Kathryn not being from this country and how she was using him to gain citizenship through marriage. I’d heard multiple rumors that she was Canadian, but conflicting information that her natural citizenship was from the British Overseas Territories with the Cayman Islands.
Though it pissed me off to have to listen to it, not all of it enraged me or made me want to lash out uncontrollably. Multiple rumors were being spoken by women in hushed tones that Griffin was bisexual, and they were disappointed that he picked a woman over a hot, masculine man.
I could be that man! I’m supposed to be that man!
