“Admitting it is the first step.”
“Ha-ha, Maxine, very funny.”
Angela felt the hot water surround her feet as the pedicurist filled the basin. She added some soft petals and sweet smelling salts to the bath of hot water, and then left Angela and Maxine alone.
“This feels amazing, Angela. It seems like it’s been forever since we have had a girl’s day.”
“It really does, Maxi.”
“So, what’s this problem you seem to have?”
“I think I am starting to fall in love.”
“Ooh, with whom?” Maxine cooed.
“Anderson.”
“I had a feeling it was him. He seems like a really nice man, Angela, but what are you planning to do about Mark?”
“That’s the problem. If I didn’t have real feelings for Mark as well, this wouldn’t really be an issue. The problem is, I do still have feelings for him. It isn’t like I can just choose one or the other, but I really need to, and soon. It’s not fair to anyone. I can’t keep them waiting in this purgatory-like state. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to me to be so unsure about which man I want most.”
“That’s all really true, Angela. I’m glad you’re going through this and not me, to be honest.”
“Thanks, Maxine. Your words are really sweet.” Angela said in a sarcastic tone. She knew that her friend was just being playful, so she didn’t take any offence from her words. She knew that her friend really had her best interest at heart.
“Be honest, Angela. Do you favor one more than another?”
“Well, of course I do.”
“That’s the one you should choose.”
“But how do I know that things are really over with Mark?”
“You have to make that decision. Do you really want to keep going around in circles with him? It never seems to end. One minute you’re together, and then a few hours later you’re crying on the floor feeling absolutely heartbroken. I really don’t want to see you go through that anymore, Angela. You deserve so much better than that. You know you do.”
“You’re right. I know you’re right. You’re always right, Maxine. It’s just so much easier to listen to advice than to actually follow it.”
“I’m sure it’s easier than living in limbo.”
“I’ll let you know when I make a choice.”
At that moment, the women doing their pedicures came back. The young woman lifted Angela’s foot out of the basin of water and began to scrub away the dead skin and callouses on the sole of her foot. She wished that the woman could scrub hard enough to take her problems away, or at least make the decision easier.
Of course, the pedicurist wasn’t a magician, and she wasn’t able to make the decision for her. Angela thought about asking the woman, but she thought that the woman might think she was crazy.
Angela had no choice but to try and figure out the answer on her own. She sat in the pedicure chair, and while she was supposed to be relaxing, she could think of nothing but Mark and Anderson. She had actually started to compare them in her mind, as if that would help her make a choice.
“Anderson is rich and Mark is just above being broke all the time. Mark is interested in a lot of the same things that I am, and Anderson has expensive tastes that I can’t relate to yet. Anderson is new and exciting; Mark is safe and familiar. Mark is an ex-boyfriend, and Anderson was quickly becoming the boyfriend I want more than anything.” Angela fought within herself. Her mind was at war; each side firing invisible cannons at the other.
The woman picked up the grey nail polish that Angela had chosen earlier. As she watched the woman roll the bottle between her palms, she imagined she was inside the tiny bottle. That’s how it felt; it was as if her mind and her body were spinning quickly through turmoil.
Her mind raced, quickly shifting between thoughts of Mark, and of Anderson. The choice she would have to make was becoming more clear to her with every turn of the bottle. She knew that she would have to make her choice soon.
She could sense something in her interactions with Anderson that made it apparent that he was getting sick of waiting. She knew he wanted her in every way, in every sense of the word. He wanted to have complete control over her, and she wanted the same thing.
As the woman painted the thick opaque varnish onto her toe nails, it was as if the manicurist was sealing in her decision, making her unable to change her mind. She had chosen Anderson over Mark. Now, she had to find a way to break the bad news to Mark, and to tell Anderson that she was finally his.
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Angela is only more confused by Mark. He seems to have changed, but there’s something in her heart that won’t let her fully believe that he is different. While the hunky billionaire, Anderson, keeps treating her like a princess, she only becomes more confused.
She feels as though her heart is being pulled in two opposite directions. Will she stay with the comfortable and familiar Mark, or will she choose the wild and exciting Anderson?
BOOK TITLE is a thrilling erotic tale that will keep you lusting after Anderson and hanging on every word.
Watch for more books in the SERIES TITLE series.
A Billion-Dollar Agreement:
What She Chose
Book 5
By Michelle Love
Chapter One
Angela couldn’t deny that Anderson was actually showing her a lot of patience. Though she didn’t know every little thing about him yet, she did know that in his business endeavors, he had never really been what you would consider a patient man. Anderson was a strong, powerful alpha male type of man who was used to getting what he wanted and getting it when he wanted it.
She had to admit to herself that she was starting to feel a bit guilty for keeping him somewhat “oh hold” and she was afraid to think about what might possibly happen if he decided he was tired of waiting for her to make up her mind be totally and completely dedicated to him and only him.
Angela knew that Anderson was no fool, nor was he blind, either. She had to assume that he knew about her dealings with Mark and she was impressed by the fact that he had yet to bring up the subject, but she also knew deep down, that no man, especially a dominating billionaire alpha male, would actually want to share his woman with another man—unless, of course, it was a man that Anderson himself invited into the equation.
Ever since the night that he had introduced Angela to the alcohol-induced foursome she had experienced with him and that couple he was friends with, he had not yet again invited another man—or woman—to join them in their erotic sex-capades. Perhaps he was enjoying having her all too himself for the time being (well, almost all too himself) as Angela was still fighting with herself over her undying feelings for Mark.
Angela was allowing these thoughts to fill her mind as she got ready for work on Monday morning. She had thoroughly enjoyed the time she had been spending with Anderson, and he was certainly working his way into her heart. She couldn’t deny that she was also a little bit scared that her “fling” with Anderson would end up being just that: a fling.
A part of her was still worried that a man like Anderson, handsome, wealthy and dominative, could have any woman in the world. Why was he so infatuated with her? What was it about her that attracted him? She had been too afraid to come right out and ask him, as she figured that maybe he did this type of thing with other women. Maybe he would set his sights on one that he was attracted to, and then once he tired of her, he’d move on to a new one.
Deep down, Angela hoped that it wasn’t true. She could see herself falling head over heels for him, but their unequal social statuses did cause her to worry about whether or not she was woman enough to keep a man like Anderson all too herself. Could she really keep him happy for the rest of his life? Would he really be completely dedicated to her and only her? Or would he eventually tire of her and move on to a new, more exciting woman as soon as Angela decided to dedicate herself to him, completely?
All of these thoughts were sw
irling around Angela’s mind as she headed toward the office. It was really great and exciting to always look forward to work, to look forward to seeing Anderson nearly every day. It was also a bit intimidating to think about how weird things could become if Anderson did someday tire of her. Would he still be cordial and sweet, even if he decided to break things off with her? Or would things get so weird around here that she would have to find another job elsewhere?
Angela shook her thoughts from her mind as she approached the parking area for the building employees. She knew she needed clear her head and focus her thoughts on work—at least for the time being. She looked around to see if she saw one of Anderson’s expensive vehicles parked in his reserved parking spot, but she didn’t see any of his cars there. She assumed he wasn’t in the office yet, so she grabbed her purse and headed up to her desk.
As she approached her desk, she noticed a new face that she didn’t recognize. There was a new receptionist at the reception desk. Anderson hadn’t mentioned hiring a new receptionist, so Angela was a bit surprised to see the new young face. As Angela walked past her, the new girl spoke to her.
“Good morning, you must be Angela,” the young woman said in a friendly voice, flashing a vibrant smile her way.
Angela, turned to face the young woman and gave her a quick once-over.
“Good morning,” Angela replied. “Yes, I’m Angela. I don’t believe we’ve met.”
The young woman stood up and came out from behind her desk to formally introduce herself to Angela.
“My name is Mallory. Mallory Watkins,” she said, extending her perfectly-manicured hand to Angela.
Mallory was very young-looking. She looked to be even younger than Angela, as if she was in her early twenties. She was tall and thin, thinner even than Angela, but she had a perfect set of breasts and a nice round ass behind her, as well.
To Angela, Mallory looked as if she could be a model. She had to be at least 5 foot 7 and in her 4-inch heels, she was standing nearly 6 feet tall in front of Angela. She had long, silky blonde hair that fell down into several thick golden locks around her shoulders. She was a bit paler than Angela, as if she could use a few tanning bed sessions or several hours out roasting under the hot sun. But, her skin was creamy and utterly flawless, otherwise.
Her eyes were a beautiful almond color and her lashes were long and thick. They had to have been lengthened with an expensive mascara, Angela thought, because no one had lashes that long and thick, naturally. Nonetheless, her eyes were very pretty and alluring, and even though Angela did not consider herself to be attracted to other women, she couldn’t deny that Mallory was definitely a stunning-looking young woman.
“Nice to meet you,” Angela replied, grasping Mallory’s hand and shaking it firmly. Mallory’s skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. Her hands felt as if Mallory slept in mittens filled with lotion, they were so smooth. “You have really smooth hands.”
“Thanks, I use a paraffin wax on them twice a day,” Mallory replied, her wide smile never leaving her face. “It’s a pain in the ass, but it works wonders on your skin.”
“I see,” Angela commented, looking at Mallory’s perfect-looking plump lips. Mallory had them covered in a shiny, glistening pink gloss that matched her silky pink blouse. Her blouse was tasteful, yet still sensual-looking. It hugged her firm, pert breasts and her cream-colored pencil skirt accentuated her slender hips and her round little ass. For just a split second, Angela felt a slight twinge of jealousy. She wondered if perhaps Anderson had hired this new young, vivacious vixen because he was growing tired of her. Maybe he was planning to…
“Good morning, ladies,” Anderson’s voice broke Angela out of her thoughts. “Angela, I see you’ve met Mallory, and Mallory, you’ve met Angela.”
Mallory nodded toward Anderson and smiled. Angela turned around, surprised at the hearing sound of Anderson’s voice.
“Morning, boss,” Mallory replied.
“Oh, good morning, Anderson. I didn’t know you were here,” Angela stated. She felt her heart rate start to speed up from nervousness. She felt as if she had somehow been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“Mallory, I have some training videos you’ll need to watch. You can watch them in the conference room,” said Anderson.
“Angela, you and I have a lunch meeting at our usual spot, today” he said, sternly, looking her directly in the eye.
Angela felt a twitch between her legs when she thought of Mallory in that same conference room where she and Anderson had had so many hot, erotic exploits. And the bossiness in his voice automatically turned her on. He treated her like a regular assistant in front of the other co-workers, but whenever they were alone, he was a completely different person.
“Yes, sir,” Angela answered. She waved and headed to her desk.
She turned back to see Anderson leading Mallory out into the hallway and down toward the conference room. And for just a moment, she felt that slight little twinge of jealousy, again. She frowned when Anderson and Mallory disappeared down the hallway and then turned her attention back to her desk.
Am I really jealous? She thought to herself. What the hell is wrong with me?
She shook her head again, attempting to shake the jealous feeling out of her mind.
Angela couldn’t wait for lunch time to come around. She wanted to have some time to be alone with Anderson and possibly ask why he had hired Mallory and why he hadn’t said anything about to her. She knew he didn’t really owe her any explanation, as they were not exactly a “couple” yet. But, for some reason, that fact didn’t stop her feelings from getting involved.
She looked at her phone to see if Anderson had sent her a text or a naughty photo, but there was nothing there. She did see a text message from Mark, though.
When did he send that? I didn’t see it this morning when I left the house, Angela thought to herself. She swiped her finger across the screen and then tapped the “new message” icon to see what Mark had texted to her. It read:
Hi Ang. Do you have any lunch plans? I was hoping we could talk today.
“Talk about what?” Angela wondered, out loud. There was no way she was about to break her lunch date with Anderson just to meet with Mark. She quickly texted him a message back:
I can’t today. But maybe tomorrow?
She pressed “send” and waited to see if Mark would text back. She waited and waited and nothing. Eventually she just went back to completing her work and wishing that the morning would hurry by so it could be lunchtime.
**
When her cell phone alarm went off at exactly 12:00 pm, Angela was ecstatic. She shut down her computer in a hurry and headed out to the front lot. Anderson’s “lunch meeting” at their “usual spot” meant that he’d have a limo come and meet her in back of the building and they would feed one another exotic fruits and creams in the back of the limo while driving around town. Anderson would always add something sexual to the meal, whether it was licking strawberry-flavored whip cream off of his massive cock or him sucking cherry sauce off of her nipples and clit. She wondered what he had in store for them this time around. He was always chock full of erotic surprises.
For a moment, Angela started to wonder if she was possibly mistaking her feelings of excitement and arousal for infatuation and her overwhelming passion and lust for feelings of love. Again, she shook the thought away and focused only on the stimulating lunch task at hand.
She rushed to the elevator and pressed the button over and over again, trying to make the elevator arrive sooner.
“Come on, come on!” she said out loud, to no one in particular. There were a few people in the hallways, likely headed out on their own lunch breaks. She wondered if any of them did the same kinky types of activities that she and Anderson often enjoyed on their lunch dates.
It felt as if the elevator was taking forever! Though, she knew she was really in no big hurry. Anderson was her boss, so however late he kept her past the allotted “one hour
” lunch break was completely fine with him. There had been a time or two that they had never even made it back to the office after their “lunch date.” It all depended on Anderson’s schedule and work load for the day.
Finally the elevator “dinged” and the doors opened. There were about three or four other people on the elevator when Angela got on. All of them seemed to be headed to the ground floor. She noticed that she hadn’t seen the pretty, new Mallory receptionist around since she’d first arrived that morning. She wondered where little Miss Model Mallory had disappeared off to. Perhaps she had spent the better half of the morning watching training videos in the conference room—the one that Angela and Anderson had “christened” in more ways than one, more times than a few.
Angela couldn’t even hear the babble and chatter of the other employees on the elevator. All she could think about was her lunch date with Anderson. And then suddenly, her cell phone buzzed. She looked down to see that Mark had sent her a reply to her text message from earlier that morning. She swiped her finger over the touch screen to see what his response had been.
Tomorrow sounds good. What time is your lunch break?
Angela thought for a moment. Should she take the chance and go meet him for lunch? What would Anderson think if he or one of his subordinates just happened to see her out in public with Mark during the work day? She paused for a moment, unsure of what to text back to Mark.
Just then, the elevator “dinged” again and the doors opened up to the lobby level of the office building. Angela steppe d out of the elevator and headed outside.
There was a long black stretch limousine sitting just outside of the building and Angela knew it was her lunch ride. Just seeing the vehicle’s darkly-tinted windows and knowing that Anderson was inside of it, waiting for her with some type of kinky lunchtime surprise antics made her instantly moist between her thighs. It still amazed her sometimes, the effect that Anderson had on her.
She had dated Mark for two years, back when they had been together, and he had never excited her in the sexual ways that Anderson could, so easily. Not that Mark was bad in bed or anything. He was a passionate and attentive lover, and he always had been. But, he was nowhere near as adventurous, aggressive, creative or dominative when it came to sex, not like Anderson was.
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