by D. C. Rowley
“At least he didn’t just go for it.” I make an excuse and just a moment later I realize I’m just catering to her infuriation.
“Well, this makes much more sense.”
“What does?”
“He’s your friend.” She says nonchalantly, and I know she’s got something in her mind. Something that she’d use to turn the infuriation on me this time. “I wouldn’t exactly be expecting the well-mannered, respectful guy.”
Right this moment I just need to grab her by that ass and make her scream for mercy and then see how respectful she thinks I am. And at this point I don’t have to contain myself. Hell, no. I think I’m at this point on our relationship where I can get anything out of her. And she’d come to me. Because she wants to.
“You might want to reconsider the words coming out of your mouth.” I smile but try to look autocratic at the same time.
“Or what? At this point I don’t think that there’s any room for formalities on our relationship. Not after what you forced me to say on our last meeting.”
“So you admit there’s a relationship between us, huh?”
“Yeah, a business one.” She tries to snub the glint on my face. I’m excitedly turned by this conversation or where it is leading us to. I’ve got this propitious feeling that I’m gonna get lucky tonight. Something tells me that I’ll be able to fuck my obsession out of this girl on my office to the point where I’ll get so swamped on fucking her so that I won’t ever need to think of her pussy again when I’m alone at night, or fucking other girls.
“But I didn’t force you to say those words, Keira. I just gave you a little push so you could admit your obsession of me to yourself.”
“Oh, really? “Cause that’s not how I remember it.”
Meanwhile, I’m using the time to get nearer, I feel like the approximation would intimidate her. I intimidate her. But I don’t want her to. I just need her to be craving me audaciously, eternally. I look into her eyes, now that I’m so close to them, and I can feel her gulping with difficulty. I gently touch a flock of her hair and flip it behind her shoulders. My fingers glide through her arm, and the electricity in between is excruciating. She craves me. I know that. She doesn’t deign to do the slightest move to draw back. She likes it. She likes me.
“Maybe it’s about time you came to terms with your feelings in regards to me.” I whisper. “Maybe there shouldn’t be any more tension between us, you know? We can fuck this tension out of each other.”
“You’re just filthy.” This time she unlooses herself off my touch and gets a few inches away
“Just how you like it.” I smile so I can show her that her rejection doesn’t affect me at all. Since it is not real.
“You know what the thing about you is, Cason?” I like it how she pronounces my name. It goes to show that we’re on that level of our relationship where me being her boss doesn’t affect us anymore. “You’re so full of yourself. You always keep thinking that everyone would do whatever you want just because you say so.”
“But you’re wrong, Ms. Akerson. That’s just the thing. I know they will.”
She just realizes that it’s futile with me. Whatever she’d say, I would outsmart her. And that’s just what I like.
“How about we just get back to work? I mean, I don’t think—besides you being a jerk and all—that you’re so dumb so as to exploit and/or harass your staff.”
“But I’m not doing any of these things to you. You want me to.”
“And that’s what you keep telling yourself. But just so you know, repeating it, it just won’t make it any truer.”
Something seems off with her today. I mean, I can tell by her imposture that there’s something between us. Usually she’d keep telling me how she’s just immune of me, but somehow I’d know she’s just pretending. But today there’s something that’s keeping us from playing this game to the fullest entertainment.
“What’s buzzing you today?” I ask mildly.
“Do you even need to ask?” she says.
“I mean, besides me.” I smirk.
“It’s just, I’ve got so much on my plate right now. Got this course assignment I need to work on, and I’m not doing well so far. My ex keeps persisting we need to get back together…and well…there’s you.”
“Me?” I raise an eyebrow, curiously.
“Well, you’re not making it any easier. Buying out my whole company, and chasing after me to make my life a living chaos; it’s not very helpful.”
“I haven’t bought your company just yet. It’s your dedication to the work that’s gonna help me decide.”
“Which is even worse. I don’t know what terms helping you implies, and if I fail Mrs. Kensington is gonna be the one to put an end to my entire career. Basically this agreement means a lot to her.”
“Well, it means a lot to me, too. And I don’t want you to fail.”
“Why did you do this, Cason? Why did you have to chase after me? You don’t strike me as a person who gets attached to random girls. How else am I supposed to explain the fact that you had me come here? And most importantly, should I be concerned of what’s behind your agenda?”
“These are a lot of questions Ms. Akerson. I assure you we haven’t got the time of the day to go over all this. But I can assure you that you don’t need to get scared of any of this…or me for that matter.”
“Shouldn’t I? Because nothing of this screams warm and fuzzy to me.”
“I think it’s about time that you let your guards down and enjoyed what life has to offer.”
“And what is it that life’s offering me, which I could enjoy?”
“Me?” I frown and take a seat to the couch next to her. “I can see it in your eyes that you’ve been craving me for so long now. Ever since you found out you were sleeping on some stranger’s bed. You were horrified of being this excited. How about you just came to accept it and deal with it like a real grownup?” I lean forward, and she doesn’t move. She’s still processing my words on her head and she’s so frozen she can’t think of a better thing to do other than just embracing it. Embracing the vibe on the room. Embracing this feeling we share together. Embracing me.
Maybe after I fuck my obsession out of her, I’d get rid of this crunch that’s been haunting me for days. God, her lips are so soft when I touch them. She’s just deciding to succumb to her feelings. She likes me and needs to do this in order to prove whether this feeling is true.
My tongue divides her lips and barges in her mouth. My hand glides through her thigh and keeps going freely underneath her skirt. When I reach her crotch, I press two fingers inside her and ask, “See how wet you are for me, Ms. Akerson? How do you get this wet for a guy you despise?” I smirk and raise an eyebrow. She doesn’t need me outsmarting her right now. That’s why she does not respond, but comes closer and kisses me. She wants me to do this for her. She wants me to keep fingering her. And I mean, well, it’s not like I’ve got a problem with that. I grab her white shirt and tear it off with a cracking sound. She looks confused for a moment, probably wondering how she’d go out in public after this, with a torn off shirt, but come next second she gets on with kissing me, and doesn’t seem to mind. My hand slides on her back and I stop at the one spot that is fixated on my mind. I unhood her bra and she unloosens her arms to get it off. Wow. This is real phantasy right now. The real fucking phantasy that’s been haunting me over nights.
I smack her tits then suck her nipple. She arches her back and waits for my fingers to be inside her again.
For so long I’ve been waiting for this moment and now it’s here. God, it’s here. And I love it. I cup both her breasts with my hands, while my cock is getting harder and harder in anticipation. I grab her skirt and start pulling it down.
“Wait,” she clutches my wrists. “Someone could walk in on us.”
“So what?” I mumble. It’s not like I would care. I can use my office for all sorts of utilizations and it’s nobody’s business, but mine.
/> “Well, I don’t feel comfortable.” I don’t want to get off of her, not even for a second, but I need to reassure her that she can feel secure right now. I head to my desk and press the intercom button.
“Kristen?” I say.
“Um, yeah, sir.” The mellow voice behind the line replies.
“Do not let anyone disturb me for the next hour. I’m gonna be busy.” I tell her firmly, and Kristen replies. Keira looks at me confused. I hope she hasn’t changed her mind for the few seconds I was away.
I pore at her for a moment and get drunk on her silhouette. She’s like every fucking men’s phantasy. Model thin figure, enormous boobs, perfect nipples, wet, tight pussy. Who wouldn’t want that? Only thinking about it, makes my dick covetous. But I don’t have to keep fantasizing about her anymore, since she’s here with me right now, and I can fuck the crap out of her until I feel like I’ve had enough.
“You’re so perfect, you know that, right?” I ask, and my eyes are so wishful.
“Um, thanks.” She blushes. I think it’d still take a lot of time for her to come to grips with what’s happening right now. I think she’s letting her emotions take over (and needless to say, that does not happen often) and I better use that to my advantage.
“Now let’s get you out of that fucking skirt.” I tell her and her hands help roll her black skirt down. I grab it to the level of her ankles, where she’s managed to bring it, and throw it away from there. Who needs these accessory items?
“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe I didn’t fuck you when I had the chance.” I tell her now that she’s only on her red thong.
“Wait,” she interrupts me. “What do you mean with that?”
“Well, we didn’t do anything that night when you came over. I mean, you begged me to,” I show off boyishly. “I just didn’t want to take advantage of you like that.”
“So, you’re saying we didn’t have sex that night.”
“Well, obviously.” I don’t see the point on why she keeps asking about that.
“I’m sorry,” she gets up on her feet and tries to find her torn off shirt. “I can’t do this.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I can’t do this right now with you.”
“But…w-what happened? You seemed okay with it a few seconds ago.”
“Yeah, that was before I knew you haven’t hit me prior.”
“So what? The fact I haven’t fucked you before, means I don’t get to do it, like ever?”
“Well, pretty much it.” Keira is trying to arrange her shirt and I grab my cock in desperation. I had such high expectorations. And look where we are.
Nowhere.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
{Keira}
I need to sort a lot of things on my head right now. But there’s something that is covering all the spotlights for the moment and that is my professor. I look at his facial expression and try to get a hint. At this point I don’t know what to expect. I mean, yeah, I know the work I represented is really shitty, but somehow being here has got me all hopeful and there’s this part of me that likes to believe he would give his consent and I would be free of this ordeal.
“It’s so unbelievable seeing one of your most remarkable students handing over this poor work. It only makes me wonder, Keira, have you been really taking this assignment seriously? It’s your most important one.”
“Well, I tried the best I could.” I lie.
“Really? Because it doesn’t look like it. From what I see, this work tells ‘oh, I’ve been swamped with a burden called life and I haven’t got time to think about other things,’ but guess what? This should take priority. It’s your future as a designer we’re talking about. It makes me curious, what has really happened lately?”
Oh, if only he knew.
“Mr. Rowling, I’ve been giving it all the consideration it deserves…” I try to lie my way out of it, but it’s impossible. He doesn’t want to hear any of the excuses I have to say.
“I think I might give you another chance. Maybe a little extra time would do to bring you on your element again.”
I cannot believe it. Somehow I should be happy for him giving me another chance and not throwing my entire future as a designer to trash. But for some reason, some weird part of me takes this as another border. I just wanted to get free from this assignment, for I know that with everything going on into my life right now, I won’t have the time to dispose of it properly.
“So, Ms. Akerson, I suggest you take this other chance seriously and make the best out of it. We’re done for now.”
“Um, thank you, sir. I really appreciate it,” I push forth a smile and make my way out of his office.
Great. Now I have to think about this assignment all over again, as if this shit with Cason isn’t enough. Speaking of whom, I haven’t talked to him ever since the…well, you know, almost fuck. And I don’t think he feels good about it. I try to deal with the fact that I might have warm feelings for him and the fact that he might screw my entire life if I don’t satisfy him. And that is a lot to take. I really should consider meeting a therapist or something, since my mind feels just swamped with a mess and I don’t know if I can organize my agenda properly again.
I hinge as if I’ve seen a ghost when my phone vibrates on my pocket. God, I didn’t expect that. I look at the screen and hesitate to respond.
“Keira,” his voice is firm and distant. He must be angry. “I’m really starting to think about ways I should punish you for not being here on time.”
“C-Cas…” I mumble, then realize he’s so angry for me not to be too formal with him. “Mr. Cardenas. I thought…”
“God, Keira, don’t you ever get anywhere on time? I screwed an entire meeting just because you hadn’t handed the graphics I ordered you to prepare for me.”
“Should I really…”
“Just get here. Now!” he interrupts me and hangs up.
I look at the screen foolishly.
He sounded really angry and I’m not sure whether I really want to be anywhere near him right now. But I have to. I can’t avoid him forever, can I?
It’s just so embarrassing having to meet with him after what happened. I mean, I almost allowed that man to be inside me, got him up for it, and then spurned him in the worst of ways. I really got him excited and it was like getting his pants down and then kicking him in the balls.
He must be really pissed with me. I’m pissed at myself for what I did. He really is a gorgeous-looking man and it’s no surprise that at some point I might be attracted to him, (who wouldn’t?) but still this doesn’t justifies what I did. I really need to take control of my life. But what I do best is letting the indecisiveness take over.
When I make it into his office, after elbowing my way through the subway, I don’t dare to look into his eyes. I’m just afraid to see how really miffed he must be. So, instead, I fix my eyes to one spot in the floor and wait there stupidly.
So childish!
“It’s about time you made some progress with your manners and accurate attendance, Ms. Akerson.” His voice is stiff and deep. Somehow I miss that carefree down-for-anything guy who made my panties melt.
“I’m sorry. I did the best I could.” I make an excuse, knowing that nothing I’d say would satisfy his ego.
“I don’t mean just today. Just give me a reason why I shouldn’t fire you right now and give my worst recommendations to every design company on the states.”
I can’t think of any, to be honest. “Let’s just say I’ll try to get better.”
“I don’t think this will work out. You’re stubborn and irresponsible, not to mention your inadequate behaviors.”
Okay, to say that I’m stubborn and not always on time, is one thing; but calling my behaviors inadequate, I mean, he’s taking it a little over the edge. One thing I’ve always been precise on is my formal manners. So it only leads me to think that all this rage is fueled by our awkward almost fuck.
I encumber
into my tablet and send him the files I should’ve dealt with a day ago. I do so, just so I wouldn’t have to think this mess that is my life. Why did I have to ever meet this man? How am I supposed now to deal with my life when he’s around? How am I to keep my mind off of him and convince myself that he doesn’t get my juices going?
I’m just so indecisive. Always indecisive!
If I didn’t know better, I would go all the way with him, I would fuck him and materialize all my wildest fantasies. But needless to say, I’m stuck into my compulsively organized addiction not to make my life go to waste. And it only goes to the point where I’m wondering, would it be worth it if I went down on him and catered to my famished needs?
Well, it’s so ironic I’m actually thinking of going all the way with him, since all things considered, I don’t know for certain if he’d take me now. Not after everything. Not after my stupid behavior. How could I get him all pumped up about it, and then be like ‘oh, you know what? Just forget about it’? This is just insane. If I take my actions into consideration, I’ll have to admit, the way I treated him was very, very childish.
“I don’t know what I was thinking when I had you selected. You’re clearly not worthy of this position. I mean, you’re not even that good a designer. You’re rude, always late, and bad-mannered.”
“I’m sorry, but…”
“I think I’ve had enough of you. I mean, you’re free to go. I’m gonna have to think about your future services and my staff will let you know of my decision.”
Wow, I know that I messed up with him and all, but he’s taking it too little too far. He didn’t actually have to insult me and make me question my design skills. I look at him confusedly for a moment, his eyes inexpressible. Then I realize that I don’t have anything to do here anymore. I hold tight my files and tablet onto my hands and my dignity (or what’s left of it) on my shoulders and head out. And it feels like my whole world has crumpled down to my feet.
When I’m out I try to fit my files into my bag and my hand tangles with something. It’s a paper. I bring it down and look at it and then I remember who I got it from. It’s was Dustin who gave it to me last time I saw him. It’s his phone number and home address. He gave this to me because of some party or something which he invited me in. Of course, I made it clear to him that I didn’t participate on savage parties which I reckoned were the kind he threw. But he insisted I took his card, which I did, thinking that I’d throw it in the trash later. But for some reason I’ve forgotten to do that. I find the nearest trash can and am ready to throw it in. But I hesitate.