Anything Like Me

by Kimberly Knight

  I stuffed my face with the turkey burger and veggie chips while watching Tamera shouting at Alexis to get out of her gym opening party and Gretchen clapping excitedly while Vicki sat there in silence––yes, Vicki was silent for once. The episode quickly ended after the awkward scene and I couldn’t wait to start the next one.

  Instead of pressing play, I walked upstairs and took a long, warm shower while envisioning my upcoming wedding. I couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle and say “I do” with Brandon. Before long, I was dancing and singing I Say a Little Prayer for You and remembering the scene from My Best Friend’s Wedding.

  Just as my skin started to wrinkle, I stepped out of the shower and dressed in my PJs. It was a little after eight o’clock and Brandon and Blake still weren’t back. Being in a catch-up mood and exhausted from the night before, I slipped into bed, grabbed my Kindle and started to read a book I recently purchased.

  I loved my romance novels and since I was currently living my own version, it was hard to find time to read. Usually each night, I fell asleep in Brandon’s arms, but tonight was different. I fell asleep by myself in our large king-size bed.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Waking up alone is worse than going to sleep alone. I reached behind me for Brandon, only to feel an empty, cold space. Panic ran through my entire body as I shot straight up, noticing Niner lying at the foot of the bed on Brandon’s side––and no Brandon.

  My body started to relax when I reached for my phone and read a text message sent from Becca at eleven forty-five the night before.

  Becca: I have the boys. Brandon and Blake are both really drunk. Taking them to my place to sleep it off. Night, lady!

  I glanced at the clock; it was a little after six and almost time to get ready for work. Walking down the stairs to grab my morning coffee, I sent Brandon a text.

  Me: I’ll see you after work.

  I wasn’t sure if I was mad at him or not. So I kept my text short and…sweet? I was the one who told him to go drinking with Blake and Jason. I wanted him to have a guy’s night out, but after spending almost every night with someone, you become accustomed to your normal routine, and waking up alone was one of the worst feelings in the world––especially when I didn’t know where he was or if he was okay.

  What would I have done if he had tried to drive home after drinking and had gotten into an accident? I’m not sure I would survive without him in my life. Maybe moving so far from the city was a bad thing, but at the same time, we were now engaged and hopefully on our way to starting a family. Were we ready to stop partying and start taking care of another human being?

  My mind was racing as I set my phone on the kitchen counter and then walked to let Niner out in the backyard. It was one night. Brandon could have one night of being irresponsible. Blake would be going home in a few days and life would be back to normal.

  Normal…what was normal? Fighting off an ex? People trying to take Brandon’s money? Did we even have a normal life? I shook my head, trying to get my brain to shut the fuck up. This was a joyous time, and I would not let one night become a wedge in our relationship.

  *~*~*

  I made it to work a few minutes before I was expected to be there. Being out for an unexpected day should be the norm for me. The year had been challenging with all the time I had been taking off. Everyone, especially Skye, was very supportive. Now, I needed to cram two days’ worth of work into a day so I could enjoy my weekend.

  Just as I set my purse in my desk drawer, Skye poked her head into my office.

  “Feeling better, Spencer?”

  “Oh. Um…yes. Thank you.” Should I fake cough or sneeze?

  “I’m taking off for the day after my morning meeting,” she said, stepping further into my office.

  “Okay, no problem. I have a ton of emails to catch up on,” I said, trying to get her to leave my office.

  “Okay, I’ll leave you to…,” she trailed off, making me turn my head from my computer screen. “What’s that?” she asked.

  “What’s what?” I asked, confused.

  “On your left hand.”

  I looked down at my shiny new ring. “Oh,” I said as a smile returned to my face, “Brandon proposed the other night.”

  “So that’s why you took yesterday off? Playing hooky to stay in bed all day?” Skye asked with a slightly knowing smile on her face.

  “No, it wasn’t like that.” That would have been what we were doing if it hadn’t been for Blake.

  “Aw come on, Spencer. You know we aren’t far off in age and I would have done the same thing,” she said, walking closer to my desk, her hand motioning for me to show her my diamond.

  Skye congratulated me and asked the repeating question, “Have you set a date, yet?” After telling her that no date had been set–– yet, she congratulated me again and then left to get ready for her meeting.

  I slumped back in my chair, feeling relieved that Skye wasn’t mad that I had taken the day off and lied. In fact, she told me that everyone was entitled to personal days and she completely understood, even if I had missed a lot of work this year.

  My phone buzzed on my desk just as I remembered I needed more coffee to get through the morning.

  Brandon: Future Mrs. Montgomery, I’m so sorry! Fucking Blake kept buying me drinks and before I knew it, I was waking up in Jason’s guest bedroom. Call me on your lunch. I love you! Please don’t be mad at me :(

  Brandon knew me well. My heart fluttered at the words “Future Mrs. Montgomery”. I knew he did it to test the waters. I didn’t text back, though. I wanted to make him nervous, wondering if I was in fact mad at him. After all, my heart didn’t feel good when I woke up alone. Since Skye was leaving before noon, I decided to take a longer lunch and a surprise trip to see him at the gym.

  I meandered around the office, showing the girls my new ring on the way to grab a cup of coffee before trying to catch up on my work. Everyone was happy for me. Bel joked that she officially couldn’t steal Brandon away from me and Carroll’s eyes became teary as I retold how he proposed and the things he said. Sue really liked the part about Niner, and Amanda couldn’t wait until my bachelorette party so she could have time away from her kids for a night. Of course, as I was telling them the whole story, I left out what Brandon and I did right after he proposed. They didn’t need to know my sex life, even if Bel once tried to force it out of me after our holiday office party.

  On my way back to my office, I bumped into Acyn––literally. My left hand clenched the coffee I was carrying. The hot caramel colored liquid sloshed around the top of the cup, landing on his crisp, white long sleeved shirt that hung loose above dark denim jeans.

  “Oh my God, I am so sorry!” I said, turning my head to search for something to wipe up the mess.

  “Are you okay, Spencer?” he asked, his eyes glancing down at my left hand that was holding the coffee mug.

  “Yeah, sorry. We need those big round mirrors for corners around here,” I joked, waving my hand in the air at where they should be on the wall.

  “Haha, yeah we do, but I don’t mind running into you,” he said, looking down at his shirt.

  “I’m so sorry. Let’s go to the kitchen and try to get the stain out,” I said, motioning him to follow.

  “I heard you were out sick yesterday; hope you’re feeling better now.” He reached out his hand and grabbed the paper towel I had dampened with soap and water.

  “Yeah, I am. Thank you.” Acyn continued to dab at his shirt. “Let me know how much I owe you for the dry cleaning bill,” I murmured, feeling embarrassed.

  “Don’t worry about it, Spencer. It looks like it is coming out. I bet once I wash it, it will be as good as new,” he said, reaching out his hand to rub my arm gently.

  Things were much better between me and Acyn, but I knew he still had eyes for me. I didn’t ask, but I wasn’t sure if he was still seeing Sandie or not. I knew having a boyfriend wasn’t scaring him off and apparently having a fiancé wasn’t eit
her. I excused myself and headed back to my office.

  I quickly caught up with my work emails and left the office at eleven thirty to surprise Brandon with lunch. I grabbed us sandwiches from the deli down the block and hurried to get to the gym by noon. As I pulled into the parking lot, my phone chimed with an incoming text. I quickly grabbed the brown sack with our sandwiches and my purse and walked towards the gym.

  I reached in my purse, pulled out my phone and saw that it was a text from Brandon.

  Brandon: I have a meeting in a few minutes…please let me know you made it to work okay.

  I smiled at the text. I knew it was killing him for me not to respond.

  I walked into the gym, said hello to the new front desk staffer, Jennifer, and decided to string Brandon along for a few more minutes.

  Me: Yes, but I’m not at work.

  Brandon quickly responded back.

  Brandon: Why? Where are you?

  I read the message as I walked up the stairs to his office.

  Me: I’m here.

  As soon as I made it to his closed door, he swung it open.

  “Hi!” I said, holding up our lunch with a huge grin on my face.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling me to him and wrapping me in his arms.

  “I brought you lunch.”

  “You’re not mad at me?” Brandon asked, his chin resting on the top of my head with me still in his arms.

  “Not really. But let’s not make this a habit with Blake here.”

  “I won’t. Let’s eat. I’m starving and don’t have much time. I have a conference call starting in a few minutes.”

  “Do you mind if I eat in your office while you’re on the phone? I have an hour until I need to be back.”

  “Of course not,” he said, grabbing my hand and bringing me into the office. He closed the door behind us as I took a seat in front of his desk. “You’re going to be bored, though.”

  Brandon sat down across from me on the opposite side of the desk.

  “I think I’ll live,” I said, smiling at him and handing him his salami and cheddar cheese sandwich.

  Before I could ask Brandon what he and the boys did with their evening, his desk phone rang. I sat there quietly, watching him talk about sales, buying a warehouse and God knows what else. My mind wandered as I watched him in his element. The sight of him being assertive and bossy moistened my panties under my jeans.

  I needed him––now. He was my drug. My life. My everything.

  I set my half-eaten turkey sandwich down, stood up quietly and started to walk over to him behind his desk. His eyes followed me, wondering what I was doing.

  “Yes, Paul, Jason and I are sure,” he said, his eyes never leaving my body as I stood in front of him and began to unbutton my jeans. His eyebrows rose, watching me slowly unzip my pants and slide them down my legs.

  “No, we will not pay more than one point five mil for the warehouse space,” he said, licking his lips and reaching out to touch my panties.

  I slapped his hand, wagging my finger in warning. Brandon kept repeating “uh huh” as he watched me slip my fingers in my panties and shimmy them down my legs, tossing them onto the increasing pile of my clothes.

  My warm butt rested on the top of his cool oak desk, my feet resting on his thighs as I motioned with my finger for him to come closer. I spread my legs, giving him a perfect view of my sweet spot. Without hesitation, he wheeled his chair closer to me, his face at eye level with my moist pussy.

  “I understand, but you’re good at what you do. If they want to sell bad enough, they will accept the offer,” he said, listening to the man on the other end…inching closer and closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands grabbing my ass to scoot me to the edge of the desk.

  Brandon licked his wet tongue up my dripping center, his right hand still cradling the phone while still repeating “uh huh” at whatever Paul was saying on the other end.

  “Paul, can you hold on for just a minute?”

  Brandon put the phone on hold. I watched him wide-eyed, not saying a word as he rolled his chair back, stood up and walked over to lock the door.

  “All I need is for a Jason or Blake to walk in on this––or worse, a client,” he said to me.

  “Blake is here?”

  “Yeah, he is hanging out until I can drive him home after I get done with a couple of things,” he said, sitting back in his chair.

  “Oh, I should let you do your work then,” I said, starting to slide off the desk.

  “No, no. You stay put. You’re not going to get me all…hungry and then leave me,” he said as he gave me the smile I loved so much. My heart and belly fluttered and he kissed my lips.

  Brandon reached for his phone. “Sorry about that, Paul. My lunch just got here and I only have a few minutes to eat it.”

  I threw my head back in silent laughter. Yeah, he was…eating––lunch!

  I felt Brandon return his mouth to my sensitive center again, making me hiss with the sudden pleasure as my head tilted back and up at the ceiling. My eyes squeezed shut as I started to enjoy the tongue I loved so much.

  “Uh huh,” he repeated again, this time against my swollen flesh.

  Each time he murmured, he vibrated my center in an unexpected way. Was it possible that he was getting better at this even while he was multitasking? I tried to keep my moaning at bay as he continued to flick my clit and swirl his tongue around my entrance, licking up my desire.

  “Yes, do it. Call me tomorrow when you’ve heard from them. Okay, bye.”

  Brandon hung up the phone while not moving his head from between my legs. His tongue continued to overwhelm my pussy, which ached to clench and explode around it. My hands ran through his hair, pulling his face into me––needing that little bit more to send me over.

  My body was getting close…so close that as soon as Brandon slipped two fingers inside, hooking them just right, my body shattered. The room slightly spun as my orgasm ran through me. I moaned out in pleasure, not caring who might hear. Brandon turned my world upside down. I didn’t care what people thought about me––or us. I had him and that was all that mattered.

  I lay on the desk, coming down from my high as I heard Brandon unzip his jeans. My mind flashed back to how we almost did the same exact thing in my office at my company’s holiday party. We were turning into exhibitionists or just two people who could never get enough of each other.

  I once heard that during your first year of marriage that if you put a jelly bean into a jar each time you have sex and remove one each time you have sex after that year, the jar will never become empty. At our rate, we will need multiple jars and it probably will be true; that jar will never become empty.

  My pussy was dripping with my cum as Brandon slid in, teasing my clit just before entering.

  “Never expected that this day would turn into having a nooner,” he said, whispering in my ear as his hips rocked into me.

  My legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer and deeper into me.

  “Me either. I didn’t know what to think when I woke up and you weren’t there.”

  “I’m so sorry, Baby. Before I knew it, I was so drunk. I don’t remember Becca picking us up or going to their house. I just woke up in their guest room.” He leaned down and kissed me. I could taste myself faintly on his lips.

  He continued to thrust into me, my head inching closer to the edge of the desk. Lifting my t-shirt just enough to expose my bra, he pulled down one cup and latched his mouth onto my nipple, swirling his tongue around, making it grow harder.

  “We’ll talk about this later,” I moaned, Brandon hitting the right spot. My hands ran through his silky brown hair as he continued to tease my nipple and pump into me.

  “Come here,” he said, sitting in his chair. “Turn around.”

  I slid off the desk and turned around, my bare ass in his face.

  He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my butt cheek. “Step back and
guide my cock into you.”

  He drew me to him as I stepped back and sat down onto his thick cock. He unhooked my bra, letting it rise enough for him to wrap his hands around me and cup each breast into his palms, caressing them just enough to make me moan with satisfaction.

  Brandon started to kiss my naked back, sending a slight shiver over my body. I was getting close again. His hard shaft was positioned to hit my delicious G-spot––over and over and over as I used my legs to slide up and down.

  “Babe, I’m gonna come soon,” he said, his mouth still kissing along my back.

  “Me too,” I hissed.

  He reached one hand between my legs, the other still caressing my breast, and found my clit, massaging it gently with two fingers. I could feel the sweat from our bodies as I rode him, up and down. Brandon circled his fingers faster around my clit. My body, not being able to take it anymore, came around his throbbing thick cock as he squirted his hot cum into me.

  *~*~*

  We quickly ate our real lunch after we cleaned up and righted ourselves.

  “Thanks for stopping by, Babe,” he said, reaching for my hand to lead me out of his office.

  “Now you won't forget me,” I said, throwing his words back at him–the same words he said to me after my office rendezvous.

  “You know that will never happen, but I understand how you feel now.” He winked at me and then slapped my ass as we started to walk down the stairs.

  “Good,” I said, proud of myself.

  Brandon and I exited the front doors towards my car. I had just enough time to get back to work and not be late. I turned to say my goodbye to Brandon when I noticed just over his shoulder that Mrs. Robinson, the cougar who wanted to get in Brandon’s pants, was getting out of her bright red Mercedes Benz. She turned to look at us and my arms tightened around Brandon, bringing him closer as I kissed him––hard. Kissed him like there was no one watching. Kissed him like my life depended on it. Kissed him until we both needed to come up for air.