by Abby Angel
Apollo keeps stroking himself until the last drops fall on my body, my back and ass glistening with his thick semen. I look over my shoulder at him before collapsing once more, my arms and legs sprawled to the side and a tired but mischievous smile on my lips.
"So fucking good," I whisper against the mattress, loud enough for him to hear.
“Yeah, babe... “ he whispers back, lying by my side. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips against mine. “With you… it’s always this fucking good.”
82
Apollo
Five weeks.
That’s all it took before the bastards here have torn Ashley to pieces.
She doesn’t know that I know. I heard some weird noises, like a cross between a wild boar searching for truffles and the audience members at the last Beatles concert, and tried to figure out where they were coming from.
Ashley.
She’s sitting in the corner of the unused office, snuffling and blowing into a box of tissues.
I pull my head back out into the hallway and close my eyes.
Five weeks.
Every time I make a decision that affects her coworkers, they haven’t hesitated in making her feel their wrath. They think that just because she’s fucking me, she’s somehow deserving of this abuse, that she’s somehow responsible for my actions.
She’s not, of course. I came in here to turn this magazine around, not make friends with the staff. They may hate me for my decisions, but I knew that’d happen. I knew that from the beginning. I expect it; I almost welcome it. If I’m not royally pissing anyone off, I’m not changing enough to save a company.
But Ashley cares. It’s her coworkers and even if she wasn’t best friends with them all, it’s still fucking hard.
I head back to my office, not wanting to spy on Ashley any longer. The elevator ride up, the walk past my secretary’s desk…I’m not really there. I’m thinking about the time that Ashley convinced me to see an off-off-Broadway play, where the main lead sat on a chair and said nothing the entire first half of the play. Or the time that she talked me into leaving work early and going rollerblading with her. I hadn’t fallen on my ass that many times since I’d first learned how to walk.
And I’d never laughed that much.
Ashley makes me laugh. Other women made me feel good, other women fuck me in any position I want, other women agree to be my eye candy on my arm for the evening.
But only Ashley makes me laugh.
And now I've made her cry. In just five weeks, I’ve helped tear her apart.
I walk across my office and over to my windows to stare out, down the packed city streets. Millions of people on the streets, but none of them are like Ashley.
She’s one in a million, and I can’t lose her now.
83
Ashley
Okay, so I’m a sap. I know it, you know it, the Chinese delivery man knows it.
But here I am, at my desk, eating my overpriced Chinese food and contemplating a surprise for Apollo. He’s been working so damn hard lately, and I want him to know that even though this whole thing has been so hard, I…
Well, I’m falling in love with him. I haven’t told him that yet; what kind of angsty teenager do you take me to be? But I can’t help myself in feeling it. He’s just so damn sexy and thoughtful and commanding and loving…
Anyone would fall in love with him. Even Janice in Accounting, who I swear doesn’t even have a heart…she’d love him. If she knew him.
I push away from my desk and my overpriced Chinese food. I have the perfect surprise for Apollo. I’m gonna wait for him to leave his office, crawl under his desk, and then when he comes back, give him a surprise blowjob. Like every other male on the planet, Apollo adores blowjobs, and I adore giving them to him; his huge 12-inch cock in my mouth? How could I not love it? So I figure this is just about the most perfect way to tell him thank you.
To thank him for just being him, and for making me fall in love with him.
I ride up to the fourth floor and sneak past Mrs. Sanders who is busy guarding the photocopy machine from unwanted interlopers, putting my ear to his door for a moment before pushing it open. Coast is clear.
Hell yeah. I grin as I walk around behind his desk. He’s going to love it when I start to pull his zipper down and…
Hold on. What is that?
I crane my head to the side to read closer without touching the papers. Apollo has this spidey sense about people touching his shit, so I don’t dare move a thing. But…
"Divesting from Blush, Inc" is emblazoned across the top of the papers. It quickly delves into legalese that I swear even the lawyers don’t understand, but it's damn clear that Apollo is selling Blush.
He promised me he wouldn’t do that. He promised he’d return it to profitability and make sure it was stable before entertaining any offers to sell. He’d told me it would be at least a year.
He told me all of this last week.
He had to have been lying to me. Oh my god, he was lying to me. He couldn’t just decide to sell yesterday and do it today. Even I know that isn’t how it works. You have to find buyers and negotiate and find lawyers and draw up papers and…
Oh my god.
How long has he known? How long has he been fucking me while also fucking around with me and my life and my friends and my job?
I walk out of his office, blinded with rage and tears and anger that is vibrating through me so loudly, I cannot hear or digest or understand anything. I am anger. I am fear.
I am pissed.
I put my headphones in and walk home and ignore the world. Fuck the world.
And fuck the Wolf of New York. We all knew it couldn’t last, right?
Right.
84
Apollo
It's been two whole days and Ashley hasn't once dropped by the office.
Yeah, I'm a bit off because I haven't seen her, okay?
Normally, I don't let women affect me like this.
But fuck, I think I fucking love her.
What am I talking about? I know I love her.
But I'm not sure what's going on with that girl.
I tried sending her a few texts but didn't get an answer.
When was that? I'm pretty sure that was two days ago. Because after that I stopped by her desk yesterday.
That's right. I came down from my 4th floor office all the way to her floor. But for someone who hadn't seen me in a while, she didn't look too happy when she finally did see me.
Instead it was quite the opposite.
She looked at me, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
"Do you have a moment to talk in the conference room?" I remember asking.
"I'm sorry, I have a deadline, but is there anything you needed?" Ashley answered back, very politely. And very coldly.
She knew just as well as I did that I can't stand out there in an open office and ask her what's going on. And hey, there's a chance with a closed conference room that maybe I could show her how much I missed her.
You know, like pull my cock out and stick it inside of her.
But no, nothing like that even happened. I mean, sure, maybe it's pushing it thinking of the whole sticking my cock inside of her yesterday, but what about just a kiss?
I know what you're thinking.
You're smiling to yourself and thinking of how the Wolf of New York is nothing more than a little lost puppy at this point, aren't you?
Yeah, well you know what I have to say to you when you fucking think that?
You really want to know?
Fine.
I think that maybe if you just asked her what was wrong and found out, maybe I could fix it. Because I fucking miss her.
I never really understood how much until yesterday evening when everyone was leaving work and I looked back on the day and realized how many times I was probably making a fool of myself by trying to talk to her.
And every time she gave me a look that started out with anger, then betra
yal, then almost as if looking at me was too much she flounced away.
I mean, I don't usually go get coffee from the employee breakroom. I'm the owner of this place. I like to leave the peons with a place to congregate and think they have some control.
I went in there about nine times yesterday.
Each time I went in it was the same deal. Ashley was in there and she got quiet when she saw me. Her eyes looked at me like she absolutely hated me. Like the first day we met in the elevator. Then she looked like she was going to cry. And then to maybe keep me from seeing it, she ran out of the room, making some excuse.
I'm starting to think that something is very, very wrong.
And I'm going to ask her, right now.
We're in the employee briefing area—the same place they set up a podium for me to announce that I had just bought the magazine.
God, life was so much easier before I even met Ashley, wasn't it?
Maybe it was easier...but it wasn't happier.
That's why right now I'm walking around the room to Ashley.
She sees me approach and looks around her. She's next to that brunette. What's her name? Natalie, I think. She doesn't seem to notice me, looking at something on her phone. But Ashley's eyes go wide as I approach. She quickly looks left and then right, and I can tell she's wondering if there's any place she can run.
But there isn't. And if I'm going to have to do this in public, then fuck it. She's that important. I walk the last step toward her and lean in.
She's trembling in...fear?
I have this odd sensation to just yell BOO! and make her jump.
But that would just end badly for all of us.
Instead I whisper as discreetly as possible in her ear, "Ashley, what's going on?" I ask.
She rolls her eyes at me, but other than that stays silent.
"You've been avoiding me and I want to know why," I demand, but it's hard to demand when you're also having to whisper. "If it was something I did I want to know. You know that when you do things I don't like I tell you. It's called being honest with each other."
As I say the word 'honest' she darts her head toward me and her eyes flash in anger.
But I can see her try to control herself.
Finally she speaks.
"Let's talk after the briefing," she says simply, trying to make it sound as if that will explain everything.
I shrug. Whatever, I'm willing to do that. Besides, the room has pretty much filled up with people and a few of them are starting to stare at us. I'm not worried about them. If I choose Ashley as the woman to stand next to me, I expect them to fall in line. But I don't want her to get singled out any more than she's been, so I take a step away and head to the podium.
"Thank you for coming, everyone," I say and look toward the dais that has some of my notes. But, unlike the first time I stood here and addressed this group, I don't really need the notes this time.
No, I have them prepared, but I think I can talk pretty much from the heart.
"This magazine used to be great at one point," I tell the crowd and they begin to nod. "But sadly, it's not great now."
There are some gasps and I can see Ashley staring straight at me. She's waiting for something. But what?
Does she know?
But why would she be mad if she knew about the sale?
Whatever. Women are weird. If they weren't so distracting I'm sure life would be a lot less complicated.
Anyways, where was I? Right.
"One of the reasons I bought this magazine was to make it what it used to be," I say out loud. "So I purchased it through Kane Acquisitions, which is a publicly traded holding company. That means that I have a fiduciary duty to cut costs and increase revenue to maximize the value for the shareholders. The true owners."
People are beginning to mill around.
Some of them are turning white.
"But cutting costs usually means more than trimming expense account lunches," I say. "In the last few weeks it's meant layoffs."
Now people are shifting from one foot to another. I better start finishing up before they start getting very nervous.
“I’ve had to make some tough decisions and it’s meant that we’ve not only had to freeze hiring, but we’ve also had to let some of us go,” I say and people are starting to blanch. If I don’t finish soon, people might end up getting sick right here. “I think you’ll all agree with me that the morale of everyone has suffered. Am I right?”
A few people are nodding. Good, they’re still listening.
“I’m here to tell you that the people who have been laid off are going to be hired back,” I tell the audience without delay. I’m seriously worried some of them will faint if I don’t get to the end of my speech. “And to get around the fiduciary duty to Kane Acquisitions, I’ve decided to sell Blush magazine.”
Okay, people are confused. So I better add the last bit in.
“I’m selling the magazine to myself,” I say quickly. People are trying to follow along. “With the new owner being me, as opposed to Kane Acquisitions, I personally own the magazine and I personally have a responsibility to myself that I maximize revenues and cut costs…if I want to.”
I think some people are starting to get the picture of what I’m saying. Ashley is completely frozen.
“And with myself as the owner, I have no shareholders to report to, no expenses to justify, and no cost cutting targets to meet,” I say to the group. “We can make the initial investments needed to hire the best reporters, give out better salaries to retain top talent, increase the benefits package, and upgrade our equipment. We can set the stage to make this magazine great again. And then the money will follow.”
Wow, that was a lot to say in one sentence.
But people are understanding now and instead of looking like they’re going to pass out, the peons are smiling.
Oh fuck, I should probably stop calling them peons probably, shouldn’t I?
“I want you to know that I respect this magazine and the people that work there as a family,” I tell the crowd. “And that’s why I decided to sell it to myself. Because I’m taking a bet on our collective future. I hope you guys stick together and join me in it.”
It starts slowly, but someone from the back starts clapping.
Soon another joins in.
And another.
And then before I know it, the whole room is clapping for me.
As they should, actually.
After all, I’m the Wolf of New York.
Ashley is looking at me wonderstruck. I walk off the podium and up to her, but she’s already walking toward me.
“You sold the company…” she starts but I cut her off.
“To myself,” I tell her taking a step closer to her and looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. “So you don’t have to worry about your loyalty to your friends conflicting with your love for me.”
She gives a bit of a squeak.
Honestly, I was hoping for something more. But I give her a second.
“You’re not selling us apart to other people?” she asks again, as if unable to believe it.
“What gave you that idea?” I ask, genuinely puzzled.
“I saw your papers in the office the other day that had articles of sale…” she begins and immediately realizes what she’s saying and blushes.
“You went through my office?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
I should have known it. Poor girl must have thought I was lying to her the entire time.
“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to…” she says, but I stop her by putting a finger to her lips.
“I would never drive you away, Ashley,” I tell her, lowering my face to hers. “I love you too much.”
It’s like happiness courses through her tiny little body as she takes one step closer and nestles into me.
Ashley looks up at me, and smiles. “I love you too, Apollo,” she says.
And wouldn’t you know it, my cock feels her tig
ht body pressed against mine and starts getting hard.
But I need to control it. What would the people around us who have stopped clapping and are talking amongst themselves say if they saw my giant boner?
“I love you more,” I say to her, trying to get my mind off the insane idea of throwing her on my shoulder and taking her back to my office to fuck her.
“I love you louder,” she says, smiling and reaching for my head.
Our mouths get closer, and we kiss, our tongues exploring each other.
Sure, there’s people around us.
But I don’t mind. It was our love that saved this magazine. So the least it deserves is a kiss, right?
I’m glad you agree.
85
Ashley
Apollo is still wearing his suit when we hold hands and leave Blush and run out onto the street where he quickly hails us a cab.
Yeah, I know, the irony right? We’re getting in the cab together and I swear, where is his driver?
“You know for someone who has their own car and driver, you sure do seem to take cabs a lot or make do without,” I say as we wait for the yellow cab to pull over. “Now that we’ve met each other, maybe it’s time you get someone more professional, ya know?”
Apollo doesn’t really pay any attention to me.
Okay, well he pays attention, but it’s kinda like a little butterfly flying around an elephant.
Except this elephant is going to be fucking the butterfly, so….bad analogy.
Like I said, the suit is still on as we leave Blush but once we get out of the cab outside of his apartment at One57, we’re holding our clothes on together because our hands have been ALL over the place.
I’m lucky the cabbie was maybe getting a good show and didn’t say anything because I had my hands down Apollo’s pants, jerking him slowly. If he would have cum right there, I don’t care, I probably would have gone down and licked it all up, not worrying where exactly I was at.