I smiled and bopped my head at her until she turned around and walked away. I did a visual scan of the room. There was no coffee pot. There were no snacks. There was only one chair. There was a wooden table with a lot of scratches. The lamp that was on top of the table had a plastic, white lampshade with cracks in it.
The walls were at least clean, but plain. I thought it was a little ironic that a place that specializes in interior décor had such a shabby looking lobby. The entrance was nothing to crow about either. It was plan, and looked like it was converted from a different type of building.
I did find one thing while I was waiting. There was a magazine (just one) from a company called Mother Earth. When I opened it and scrolled the pages, I saw a lot of stuff about gardening. Gardening is not my forte, but I read what I could from it.
The most interesting part that I found was a tip about how to repel deer from a garden naturally. It showed a middle-aged, skinny lady dumping human hair around the perimeter of the garden. The article then went on to claim that deer would not approach the garden, because they hate the smell of human hair.
“Tyler?”
I looked over and saw a very familiar face – Maya. She didn’t look mad, but she looked a little surprised that I showed up in her office. I had the advantage that she would need to be professional, too. She couldn’t just give me the finger and walk off. Not while she was at work. “Maya, it’s so nice to see you. I was wondering if we could chat in private? Perhaps we could chat at the park?”
“You’re Tyler?” said the gimpy girl who gave me a dazed look. At that moment, I realized that I had not told her who I was.
Seattle doesn’t have very many sunny days. Even on days when it isn’t raining, it is usually dark and gloomy. Today was an exception. The weather was sunny, and crisp.
It was about seventy degrees and the sun was broad and bright. I saw a nearby robin that fluttered by after it had danced around on the ground in an apparent effort to get food. I saw a few squirrels, and even a chipmunk.
The park was pretty quiet, which was nice. Sometimes, the park gets busy when the weather is really nice – because everyone gets out to enjoy the weather. Maybe it was an unexpected, sunny day. I didn’t know, because I obviously had bigger things on my mind than the weather.
Maya was walking beside me, and I didn’t try to hold her hand – even though I wanted to. I was already on thin ice with her. As I saw it, I already got the chance to have a meeting with her, and she agreed. Therefore, anything else would be an added bonus.
I found a wooden bench and waved Maya over to sit on it. The legs were steel – perhaps even wrought iron. The wood on the bench was a little stained and was starting to mildew just a bit. Not surprising, really – given how much rain Seattle usually gets.
I cleared my throat and put out my cries for mercy and forgiveness. “Maya, I came all this way to tell you that I’m really sorry that I lied to you. I take responsibility and I have no excuse for doing that.”
She pulled her head back but kept her eyes focused right on my eyes. “Really? Are you saying that because you just want to get your job back? Is this another one of your bullshit schemes?”
There it was. She already knew that I lost my job. No surprise, really. When a CEO like me loses his job (especially for bad reasons), it is only a matter of short time before everyone finds out. “So, you knew, huh?”
She tightly held her hands together with her fingers laced, and moved her hands away from mine. “Yeah. I also know that your board terminated our contract. Did you even know that?”
I sulked because she found out about that, too. That was strike two. “Actually, I did know about that. If I remember correctly, that was the last comment they told me after they fired me, and I stormed out of the room.”
She huffed out a sarcastic scoff and rolled her eyes at me. I’ll admit that I sounded pretty pathetic. In just a few days time, I got skinned and boiled down to bare bones. “So, what now? Why are you even here, Tyler? Did you come by just to get in my pants again?”
“No. You see, I really like you and think you’re very special. I’ve never liked any woman as much as I like you. Like my mom mentioned, you’re the only one I’ve ever taken to my penthouse. I just want you to give me another chance. Okay? We can go in baby steps if you want” I said as I reached over to her folded hands and tried to hold them sweetly.
She didn’t move her hands at all. She just stared into my eyes and waited. She didn’t look angry or resentful, but she looked like she was searching for something. Maybe she was searching for the truth. She might have been looking for signs that I was being honest with her. “Please, just give me one more chance, just one. Let me take you out to dinner.”
She took a full nine seconds to respond. I’m not kidding. To this day, I still don’t know what was going through her mind, or her imagination. She finally agreed. “Okay. The first baby step is just one dinner.”
Chapter 22 - Maya
The dinner went a lot better than I thought it would. When I was leaving my home earlier, I kept asking myself why I agreed to go out with him. I asked myself that question probably about one hundred times. I normally wouldn’t want anything to do with a guy who lied and cheated his way forward.
But, the spark was still there. I will admit that I still have feelings for him. I didn’t know where those feelings would lead, but I knew they existed and that I had them. Sometimes, those feelings of romance lead into…things.
We recouped our relationship quickly, too. I invited him over to my place and we were sitting in the living room and watching a movie. The ‘baby step’ went from nothing, to dinner, to a movie, and then…well…more.
I’m usually not the kind of woman who gets aggressive and actively pursues men. I usually like them to pursue me. I forged a different path this time around. I did that in large part because I was so mean to him, that I thought he might be too scared to try anything.
So, I leaned over and kissed him while we were watching our movie – Sleepless in Seattle. It’s a movie that obviously takes place in Seattle, and how appropriate – it’s a romance movie.
When I kissed him, he kissed me right back. He didn’t take his hands and try to touch me, though. So, I again took the lead and sneaked his hand to my inner thigh. He finally started taking charge and doing something – even if it was only a rub.
We kissed and kissed some more, and it grew deeply. Before long, he was gently running his fingers through my long, soft hair. I moaned because I just love a head massage. It wasn’t a real head massage, but it was close. Regardless, it was making me hot and I wanted more from him.
I blew him a kiss before I reached around my body and slowly pulled off my shirt. With a few clasps, my bra was loose and I flirted with him a little bit – this time vocally, and loudly. “Come here, baby” I said to him while giving him a waving invite.
He heard me, and leaned forward to kiss my breasts, and gently sucked on them. God, I love it when men do that. In fact, I extended my knees to climb on top of him, and then straddled him. While he was sucking my breasts, I rubbed and caressed his head.
I teased him by letting him do it only for five minutes, then I pulled my breasts away. I leaned over to kiss his ear and whispered a hot comment: “take off my pants. I want to make love to you.”
Love? Whoa! That’s what just came out. I should have said that I wanted sex, but not love. I didn’t want to make myself vulnerable, but I did. Right after I said that, he pulled a hot and clever way to take off my pants.
The first thing my prince did, was lay me on the floor very gently. I barely felt the thump on my back while his strong, and bulky arms were holding me. He actually was able to grab the zipper on my pants with his teeth, and pull it down slowly.
He did the same thing with the button to my pants. It made me feel so hot, but so uncomfortable at the same time. How many other women had he done this for? I didn’t ask, mainly because I preferred to live in denial and
not think more about it.
I put my soft, and newly-manicured hands on my pants and slid them off. So, I had my underwear left, and that dangerous Tyler removed it in a sexy way, also. He gripped them in both hands and tore my underwear apart.
I liked it, but didn’t like it. It was sexy, but those were expensive panties. Ugh! “Are you ready, my beautiful princess?” The charming price said to me while smiling.
I blew him a kiss because I wanted to try and do something sexy to tell him I was ready. It was pathetic, but it’s what I came up him. I should have just grabbed his cock and pulled it into me, but I didn’t. Sometimes in the heat of the moment, careful thought becomes lost.
He slid his cock and started humping me. Unlike with some men in my life, I wanted him inside of me because I cared about him. I was ready to admit that I loved him. I just had to find the right moment to tell him.
I gently put my hand on his chest while he was humping me, and kept my eyes open to watch him, and his handsome face.
His eyes were closed, and I wanted him to look into my eyes, and see my love for him. Sometimes, nonverbal communication is even better and stronger than verbal communication. “Look at me. Baby, look at me” I repeated at him as I gently rubbed his chest with my hand.
He opened his dark, and handsome eyes and watched me while he was going at it. He did it gently, but quickly.
We also like it when our heart is in it. It’s much easier to have sex with a man we love. That’s what I had right in front of me. I loved him so much, that I fantasized about becoming his wife right while we were making love. “I love you, Tyler.”
He stopped while he was deep inside of me, and smiled into my eyes. He leaned over to give me a soft, and long kiss. “I love you too, Maya. Can we make love, for hours? I really love you that much.”
I kissed him a second time, and encouraged my man to keep going. I wanted to fill him with joy and motivation to love me, and make that love to me. “You can go until you collapse from exhaustion. I want you, and will always love you.”
With that said, he went back to humping me, and I rubbed my hands all over his body. Now that we had established our love, I felt that our relationship was complete, and not a moment too soon.
While he was making love to me, a drop of his sweat rolled off his chin and splashed onto my body. Normally, I would think such a thing would be disgusting, but this was an honor for me. He loved me so much, that he was willing to work himself hard just to have sex with me.
I held his big, muscular arms and moaned softly to encourage him more. He started humping a little faster, and moaned loudly while he was going. His moaning grew louder, and I cheered him on. “Yes, baby! Feel free to just let it all go. I want you, and I’m ready for you” I said while I winked at him and opened my mouth seductively and licked my lips.
I guess that was enough to send him over the edge, because he groaned loudly and exploded right inside of me. It means that I’ve pleased the man, and did my job.
I kissed him softly on the lips and then reached over to lace my fingers with his. I was holding the hand of my man, and we now made our love public. Never in a million years did I expect to meet the man of my dreams in such a weird way, but I did.
Chapter 23 - Maya
“Mm! Bacon and eggs! You even have a parfait for me. How did you know I like those things?” He said to me with a huge smile after he took a whiff of his breakfast.
“I don’t know. Lucky guess. Most guys aren’t super picky eaters” I said with a laugh as I put my arms around him from behind and held him for a few seconds.
I sat down at my kitchen table and watched him take a sip of orange juice. He started chomping on his breakfast and I just watched him and smiled. Isn’t it amazing how a person becomes so loved within such a short period of time?
After he finished with his breakfast, he focused on his cellphone. I didn’t know what he was doing, but he stayed on it for quite a while.
I think the stereotype about CEO’s, is that they stay on their phone for a long time, and flap their gums about business stuff. That sounded like what Tyler was doing. I’m pretty sure because he kept mentioning ‘capital’ and ‘investors’. But, what was he talking about?
He was just fired from his job, so maybe he was looking for ways to invest his money to make income. He had money in the bank (at least I think he does), so he’ll probably be okay for a while. Still, that money will eventually run out, and he’ll need an income stream.
That’s especially true for someone who wants to maintain a certain lifestyle. To be realistic, I doubt a corporate CEO would demote himself from having a mansion down to a one-bedroom apartment. A fight for income would transpire, and hopefully, he would be victorious.
He was on the phone for twenty minutes straight, and he wouldn’t hang up. I finally got sick of guessing what he might be doing. I didn’t verbally interrupt, but I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. I basically said: “what’s going on?” without uttering a word.
“I tell you what Steve, I’ll call you back after I give it some thought and strategize.” He clicked off the phone and smiled over at me. That’s another thing that was different. He got some glee into his eyes. How could a recently fired and disgraced CEO have glee at a time like this?
He cleared his throat and relayed to me his plan to make things right. “So, I’m going to get my job back. I’m excited because I think I might be able to pull it off.”
Naturally, I didn’t see how. A common folk, middle class girl like me doesn’t always understand top-notch business strategy. I think he knew that, because he explained what he was planning to do. “How is that possible? Are you going to beg the board for your job back?”
“No, of course not. I’m just going to fire them. That’s the easiest way to put it” he said with a smirk and playfully rubbed his hands together. He looked like a little kid who was plotting something naughty.
I raised only one eyebrow and lowered the other. It wasn’t connecting or sticking. “How could a fired employee get rid of the entire board? I don’t get it.”
He laughed at me and kissed me on the cheek as he leaned over the table. “I, personally, cannot fire the board. But a team of people could. You see, REIT is a publically traded company, which means anyone can purchase their stock. If we can secure at least 51 percent of their stock, the board is fired and I’ll get a new one.”
That sounded incredibly expensive. I was right to make that assumption. “Well, how much is that going to cost?”
He cleared his throat and opened his eyes widely. There was a huge number coming. I could feel it. “At least a few hundred million dollars.”
I put my left palm up to my face, and shook my head just a little bit. The shaking was probably barely enough to notice, but my disbelief was easy to notice. “But, you don’t have that much money, so how is that possible?”
He pushed out his dining room chair, and turned his body to walk over to the kitchen sink. He ran some water over his plate to rinse it off. Despite the noise of the water, I could easily hear him because I was being very attentive. “You’re right. I don’t have all of it. I do, however, know some wealthy investors who I can team together to come up with that much money.”
I watched him open my dishwasher, and load the ceramic plate into it. He closed the door and I continued the questioning. “Okay, I’ll play devil’s advocate. Let’s say that you talk to the investors. What is your argument about how it will benefit them to come up with huge sums of money to buy the company? I mean, do you really think they would invest millions just to be nice to you? Even if they agree to do it, how will it benefit them? That’s the problem that I’m seeing.”
He returned to his chair to straddle it as he put forward an important piece of the pie. “That’s easy. I made the company very rich and successful. If the investors already have stock in the company – which many of them do – I can convince them that the company will flounder, and they’ll lose money if I
don’t regain my job.”
His corporate brain was already in full tilt. I could see his plan working, and accomplishing great things. I was ready to stand by his side and help him if he wanted me to. “So, what’s first? What are you going to do now?”
He tilted his head to the side and flung around his palms. “I don’t really know. I’ll think about it and keep you apprised.”
“Gee, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to meet him this weekend. On the rare occasion that I leave town to visit family, you bring in your lover. Darn it!” said my agitated roommate when I told him that Tyler was there.
I had talked about Tyler before, and he was hoping that Tyler and I could work things out. He’s the type of guy that is emotional and caring, and he had long wanted me to find a lover. When I would date a guy and it didn’t work, he would get depressed.
“So, you mentioned he’s unemployed, though. What’s the deal with that?” he said with a follow up squeezing of his nose.
I smirked and then cleared my throat. For a few seconds, I was disappointed that I found humor in it. I shouldn’t have, because my lover losing his job was no laughing matter. In fact, it was the exact opposite of that. “Well, he was fired from his last job – but it was unjust and wrong.”
“Uh…Okay. What happened?” he said in a skeptical voice that was slurry and slow.
“Well, the board of directors fired him. They found out that he had been having sex with at least one person who is a prostitute. He did…” I explained slowly before he cut me off.
“This guy is sounding like trouble already. Are you one of those girls that is attracted to the bad boys?” he said while he laughed over at me.
I got a little mad when he said that. That wasn’t true. I don’t like bad boys. I’m just attracted to alpha males. Tyler was a major alpha male – because he was the CEO of a business that made millions. “No, just listen to me. The board said that they didn’t like the image he was putting on the company, so they fired him. They also found out that he and I had a fake relationship to make him look better. That meant that they cancelled doing a contract with my company, too.”
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