Whatever happened, I was going to make sure that it worked out differently for me.
One thing that helped me over the next couple days was a file called checklist. It was a list of things the secretary did everyday for Solomon. It was a long list with specific instructions. How he wanted his coffee taken. Which newspapers would be brought to him in the morning. Everything had to be perfect down to even the tiniest details.
I memorized everything. I read that checklist over and over again and made sure that I would be able to perform it perfectly.
I needed to impress Solomon far beyond what he had seen of me before.
This was a new and improved Gwen. A real woman who could make a man like Solomon fall in love with her.
I just hoped that all this worked.
Chapter Three
I was so nervous the day Solomon was expected to return. I had read in his schedule that he was supposed to be back at the office at 10:15 AM. It was already 10:30 AM and there was no sign of him.
I knew that things weren't exact but I was scared that Solomon might not come back at all today. I would be the last to know if his business trip was extended.
The telephone sitting at my desk rang and made me jump out of my seat. The entire time I had been working, I'd never received a phone call. I had assumed that since he was away, Solomon had all his calls forwarded to him.
I looked at the caller ID and noticed that it was from a number inside the building. I picked up the phone, “Hello? This is Solomon's secretary.”
I knew that wasn't how I should answer the phones but I had no idea what to say or who I was even talking to.”
“The man is in the building,” a male voice said. Then he hung up.
I knew that it could mean only one thing. Solomon was finally here.
The elevator across from me dinged and opened. There he was. Solomon stood there like a god, wearing a tailored gray suit and holding a black briefcase in one hand.
He walked towards me with all the authority in the world. I watched him in awe and felt weak in the knees.
Would I be able to handle this? This was beginning to sound like a stupid plan. I couldn't believe I had devised all this to get a man.
Was Solomon really worth it?
When he opened his mouth, I knew it was.
“Good to see you, Gwen. Can you bring my coffee into the office.”
I gulped and tried to say something in return but Solomon was already gone and behind a closed door. I gathered the three newspapers he liked and picked up his coffee that was made exactly how he wanted with soy milk and a little sugar. It was a little cold now since I had expected him to arrive a little earlier.
I went to the door and realized that I didn't have a free hand to open it. I tried to hit the handle with my hip but nothing was working. I looked up to see if anyone was watching me be a fool but everyone was focused in their little cubicle world.
I set the newspapers on the ground and opened the door a smidge. I picked up the newspapers and walked into his office with as much confidence as I could muster.
Solomon sat behind his desk looking at some papers. He didn't even acknowledge that I was there.
I set down his coffee and newspapers on the edge of the desk like the note in the computer had said to do. “Here is your coffee and papers, sir,” I said in an unwavering voice.
Solomon glanced over to the things I set down and then looked up at me with a smile. “That will be all for now.”
I could tell that he was impressed that I knew exactly what to do. I left the office with a little bounce in my step.
I sat back down at my desk and was ready to devise a plan of attack when a barrage of phone calls hit me. They weren't even in waves. It was just one after another.
I had no idea how to work the phones so I didn't know how to send a person on hold over to Solomon. Soon I had six people on hold, all waiting to talk to him.
The blinking lights were messing with my head. It was hard to process everything. The smart thing that I did was write down who each person was and what number they were on hold.
I walked in with a piece of paper and handed it to Solomon. I didn't think he would like it this way. I assumed the previous secretary would call him and tell him everything but I wanted a more personal touch.
I needed as much time with Solomon in the flesh as possible.
Solomon looked over the notes. “I'll take the first one and have the rest of them call back later.”
I nodded and left. It had worked.
I went back to my desk and saw that Solomon was talking to the man on line 1. I told the rest to call back later.
This wouldn't be too bad.
I spent the rest of the day working the phones and taking messages. As the day wore on, I realized that I had barely interacted with Solomon. At least not enough for me to make a better impression.
I wondered if it was all worth it. Maybe Solomon just wasn't plain interested in me.
Then I remembered the other secretary.
The secret romance between them was real. He probably had a thing for secretaries. If I played my cards right, everything might just fall in my lap.
The door to Solomon's office opened and he came rolling out. “Gwen, I have a lot of work to take care of tonight. Can you stay late?”
“Of course, sir. I'll stay as late as you need me.”
I smiled. Everything was going just as planned.
Chapter Four
After 5:00 PM, the entire office cleared out. Solomon stayed inside his office and I stayed at my desk. I didn't know when he was going to call on me but I needed to be ready when he did.
I brought out a compact and made sure my make up was perfect. My hair was still tight in a bun. I looked damn hot and it better pay off.
An hour after the office closed, my phone finally rang. “Gwen, will you come into my office please.”
“Of course, sir,” I replied. This was it. There was no turning back now.
I opened the double doors to his office and found it drenched in darkness. The only light came from the skyline view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Solomon was an unmoving shadow behind his desk.
“What would you like of me, sir,” I asked nervously.
“Come closer, Gwen,” he said in a deep voice. I took a few steps forward but his face was still shrouded in mystery. “Now take off that gray jacket.”
This was what I was waiting for so long. I did as I was told and took off my gray jacket. Underneath was a white shirt. My black bra could easily be seen through it.
“Slowly take off that shirt. Button by button.”
I started at the top, moving my way down, taking my time. My breasts began to spill out as I opened my shirt all the way. I took it off and threw it on the ground next to the jacket. I went to unhook my bra and Solomon stopped me.
“Wait. Don't do that yet. Keep it on.”
Solomon ordering me around was turning me on way too much. My warm spot between my thighs was already wet. Just the anticipation was killing me.
Solomon finally stood up and came out of the shadows. His eyes were low and full of hunger. He licked his lips slightly as he inspected me from afar.
“You have the perfect body,” he said. “Spin around for me.”
I spun on my toes and returned back to Solomon. He was only a foot away from me now.
“I've wanted you the moment I saw you this morning,” he said.
“I've wanted you since the very first time I saw you,” I replied.
Solomon gathered me in his arms and kissed me forcefully. His lips ravaged mine, his tongue sneaking into my mouth. I couldn't get enough. I hugged him tight and never wanted him to stop kissing me.
His hand came up and squeezed my breast inside the black bra. He clenched them so hard that I thought they might pop. His fingers worked their way to my nipples and pinched until they became erect to his touch.
“Now be good and be
nd over my desk,” he said.
I walked over to the big wooden desk and slowly bent over onto his papers. Solomon loved things to be nice and clean but his desk was about to get very dirty.
“What do you want to do to me, sir?” I asked innocently. I knew exactly what he wanted to do.
“I'm going to show you what a real man can do,” he replied.
His response made me ooze with passion.
Solomon came up behind me and pressed his hips against my skirt. The skirt was so tight that I could barely move my legs apart. I could feel Solomon's hard boner pressing against me.
“This skirt isn't going to work,” he said. Solomon went down my leg and grabbed the skirt by the slit. He pulled apart, ripping the fabric like it was paper. The skirt tore up my leg until it was just scraps hung loosely along my waistline.
Solomon took a step back and admired his work. “There that's much better. Now stay where you are and don't look.”
My hands found the edges of the desk and I held onto them. I could hear Solomon unzipping his pants. I desperately wanted to look. I wanted to see how big he was. But it didn't matter because I was going to find out soon enough.
Solomon put one hand on the small of my back and the other ran up my leg. My black panties were the only thing preventing us from continuing. Solomon grabbed them in his fist and pulled until they snapped. He didn't even bother taking them off. They were broken on me just like the skirt.
Solomon definitely liked some kinky shit.
And I did too.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, rubbing my back with his hand.
I kept my head facing forward. “Yes, sir. I'm so wet for you. Please fuck me now. I can't take it anymore.”
Solomon placed both hands on my hips. I could feel his tip teasing my tight opening. I felt like I was going to die if he didn't take me soon.
Solomon pushed his gigantic cock inside me slowly. My pussy was too small or Solomon was incredibly thick because he wasn't getting very far.
“I've never been with someone so tight before,” Solomon said.
“Only for you, sir,” I replied.
Chapter Five
Solomon dug his fingernails into my sides as he drilled his way further into me. My pussy stretched and stretched until I was completely filled up. We both groaned out. Nothing had ever felt this good in my entire life.
“You're so big, sir,” I said. That was an understatement. Solomon was unnaturally large.
“Tell me how much you like it,” he said, thrusting into me a second time.
“I love it. You feel so good inside me, don't stop. Don't ever stop.”
Solomon slapped my ass hard. My skirt blocked most of the pain. Thank god it was still on me. Sort of.
His thrusts began to pick up speed and force. I couldn't handle all the pleasure. My head was spinning.
“I'm going to come, sir!”
“Come around me, Gwen,” he said.
I found my release and flopped around on the desk, clenching around Solomon's manliness. I screamed out and let the ecstasy wash over me in waves.
Solomon continued to fuck me harder and harder. My body wasn't able to recover from the first orgasm before the second one hit. I wasn't even able to scream a warning to Solomon. The desk creaked with every thrust. The computer monitor fell over.
“God damn, your pussy is so wet,” Solomon moaned. “I could fuck you all night like this.”'
My hair fell out of its tight bun and was a mess over my back. Solomon gathered my hair into his fist and wrapped it around his wrist until my head snapped back.
The injection of pleasure was like none other. Solomon rode me, driving his thick cock deeper and deeper.
His breathing quickened.
This was it.
He pulled harder on my hair. “Come with me, Gwen.”
“Yes, sir.” His order brought my body to attention. My pleasure was at its peak again, ready to jump off the cliff. How he had such control over me, I had no idea.
I could feel him explode within me and my body reacted accordingly. I couldn't hear anything anymore as my orgasm fired off. Nothing could ever compare to the pleasure I felt at that moment.
Solomon's warm seed flowed into me like a river. He continued to fuck me from behind until he was completely spent.
I couldn't move my limbs anymore. Nothing on my body worked. I had been used up to the limit. I knew if I tried to stand I would fall over immediately.
Solomon's desk was a complete disaster. His monitor had a broken screen and papers were all over the floor.
Solomon left me and all I could think about was him filling me up again. Why couldn't we go again right away?
But my body would fall apart if Solomon fucked me any longer.
I could hear Solomon zipping up his pants. “Clean up my office before you leave tonight, Gwen. I'll see you tomorrow.”
And that was it.
Solomon left me alone, plastered to his desk with come running down my thighs.
And I wanted that to happen every single fucking night.
Chapter Six
Our nightly ritual continued of me staying at work late while Solomon fucked me in every conceivable way possible in his office.
My dream had come true. I was making decent money and getting the sex of my life at the same time.
Good thing for college degrees.
But nothing ever lasts forever.
Every day Solomon had taken the time to come out of his office and ask in front of everybody if I could stay late.
Nobody ever paid attention to it since he probably did the same with the previous secretary.
One day he never came out of his office and asked. I was freaking out at my desk. So many possibilities went through my head. Was I going to be fired like the other girl? Was Solomon done with me?
I saw my whole life crashing before my eyes.
But I pulled myself together. I came to the conclusion that we were settled in a routine and Solomon didn't need to ask me every day. I should just assume that everything was still on.
I still held out hope that he would ask me before the day was over.
He never did.
At 5:00 PM, Solomon walked out of his office with his briefcase and locked the door behind him.
What the fuck was happening? Were the good times over?
“You better get your things together, Gwen. It's closing time.”
I hung my head low. It was over. Tears formed in my eyes. I wasn't ready for it to end yet.
I gathered my purse and my phone and followed him to the elevator. We stood in silence as the elevator descended.
I wanted to ask him so many questions but I couldn't summon up the courage. I had resigned to the fact that our nightly ritual was indeed over.
We exited the elevator and I went to say goodbye and tell him that I would see him tomorrow but Solomon turned to me with an odd expression.
“Where do you think you're going?” he asked.
I looked around me. “What do you mean?”
“You're coming home with me,” he replied.
The biggest smile appeared on my lips. “You mean no more nights at the office?”
Solomon thought about it for a moment. “Can't we have both?”
I nodded and took his strong arm.
Everything was going to be okay.
The End
Story Twenty Seven
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The man who gave me his kidney to save my life was also the man I hated the most.
When Rocky shows up on my doorstep, I want to turn him away but I can't.
What unfolds next is a forbidden romance that nobody saw coming.
Warning: This heartwarming insta-love story between Erica and Rocky might a little too hot for you. You can thank me later.
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