Craving The Boss

by D. C. Rowley

  “Was it Mrs. Kensington?”

  “I don’t think this really was his name. I think it sounded more like Cardens…”

  “Mr. Cardenas?” I realize I’m howling through the phone.

  “Yeah, that was his name. Anyway. I’m really sorry. Good luck on you other applications.”

  After she hangs up, I’m fueled with rage and anger. I just need to find a pinnacle and scream as loud as I can just to get the infuriation inside of me out. How could he do this to me? This is beyond every limit. And he has some explaining to do.

  I find myself to that building and insecurity takes over. All of the memories come along and I’m starting to feel all the things that I felt every second I was here.

  The girl at the reception stops me, and to think that we used to greet each other when I worked here. I tell her that this is important, and that Mr. Cardenas would not contest. But she’s scared of him. Who could blame her? After everything he did to me, I am scared of him. But I need to face my fears. It’s about time.

  When I realize that talking it over with this girl is just worthless, I go out of my own ways and do something that I’ve never done before. I ignore her and head straight to his office. I don’t care if the security comes for me or whatever. I need him to explain. Explain why he did what he did.

  I open the door and as soon as I glanced at him the vortex of mixed feelings captures me. I try to ditch it. I don’t need to feel insecure anymore. I don’t need to feel becharmed.

  “Keira, what the fuck are you doing here?” he asks when he sees me.

  “Let’s just pass on the courtesies,” I mock, “and head straight to the point, Cason. Why did you do it?”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” I’m sure he’s just pretending not to know. He knows exactly what I’m talking about. Even though he’s a successful businessman, I’m so sure that he wouldn’t forget so fast the fact that he ruined a girl’s life. It feels like he’s been planning this all along.

  “You know exactly what this is about, Cason. So tell me, why did you send that stupid referral?”

  “Oh, now I see. I take my business deals very seriously, Keira. And I don’t like people screwing over it. I gave you a chance and you threw it away in the most obnoxious way. What else would you have me do?”

  “Wow,” I shake my head, distastefully. “You’re just unbelievable. So tell me, Cason. Did you have it all set up? I mean, having me come here and work for you just so you could ruin me?”

  “You’d still be here working for me, Keira. Probably even succeeding on this chance that was given to you. It’s just, you were so meticulous to accept it.”

  “You’re just so unbelievable.” I don’t even know what I expected coming here. He’s just his arrogant, unbearable self that he’s always been.

  We hear knocking through the door and someone heads in. It’s the girl who I ditched on the reception area.

  “Sir, I’m sorry for this interruption. She just barged in, impermissibly. Would you like me to call security?”

  “No, it’s okay.” He tells her, while she heads out.

  I don’t think I have anything to say to him anymore. So I’m just gonna show myself out. But before I leave, I turn around for the last time and ask. “One more thing. Did you get all of the satisfaction you were after now that you ruined me? What did I ever do to you, Cason?”

  My voice was shaking with hurtfulness. I was hardly holding myself from tearing up. But, as expected, he did not say a word.

  I gather my shattering world on my shoulders and go out. I’ve never felt so betrayed in my entire life.

  I’ve spent the last few days on bed, on my pajamas, eating cereal and drinking tea. On a second thought, I might settle for this kind of lifestyle. It’s just so comfy and untroubled. But I know I have to get back to the real world.

  Though I’ve got no plan for how to get my life back on track, I know that I should come up with something. This can’t go on like this for much longer.

  I’m watching silly TV shows I’ve never watched before, and taking a spoonful of cereal on my mouth. I glance around the room sorrowfully, and I spot something that for a second makes me forget about the grief that I’m dealing with.

  It’s Kyle’s pamphlet. I leave the bowl of cereal aside and stretch out to reach the pamphlet on top of the desk, beside the couch.

  A new start at life. This could be what I’m probably needing right now. My world is shattered. I don’t have anything to fight for anymore. And this is my golden ticket. After all, besides the annoying weather, New York is a place where you could start over. But that would mean that I’ll have to be around Kyle, and at some point I know that he’s gonna make a move on me, he still admits that he’s not over me.

  But maybe I should give him another chance. I mean, what better thing do I have to do anyway?

  The door to my house opens and someone barges in. It’s Maelis. She’s convinced herself she can come in and out of my home as she pleases. I mean, it was me who gave her the impression she could do that, but I’m starting to regret that decision since I don’t want to be around anyone right now.

  “Oh, baby. I knew you’d hole your entire life up in pajamas.” She looks critically at me.

  That’s exactly why I don’t want to get bothered by anyone in my current condition. They would criticize me, tell me what to do, and that I’m taking this the wrong way.

  But I know all of this. It’s just I’m so desperate to leave the room and my pajamas at the moment.

  “We have to get you out of the house.” She offers.

  But I don’t want to get out of the house. I want to stay in. I don’t want to see anyone who’d remind me that I’m just so desperate and helpless while everyone is enjoying life.

  “Oh, you have to. Look at you. You’re desperate. Rolled up in a blanked with a box of cereal nearby you? This constitutes an instant makeover. And I know just the person to help you with that.”

  She’s right. And I know it. But I’m not in the mood to do anything she’d say. Like, she’d probably offer me to get out of the house and have a girl’s night out, and I’m not feeling like it.

  “What is that?” she sits near me and grabs the pamphlet off of my hands. “Oh, no. You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”

  “Would it be so bad if I were?”

  “Of course. We talked about this. You cannot just take off to some other state. You have to stay here and figure it out.”

  “I don’t think there’s anything left for me to figure out. And at this point I feel like this is the best chance for me.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  {Cason}

  I’m officially screwed. It’s come to the point where I’ve hired a private investigator so that I could keep track on every single step that Keira is taking. I need to know everything. I need to keep her under control even though she’s not around me anymore.

  When I first hired Cody (that’s the name of the P.I.) I was wondering whether this was weird or wrong in any way. And though I know it’s both, Cody convinced me that a lot of people do this for other people that they care about. I know that’s his job and he has to say that, but I decided to believe it, just because I can convince myself that this is normal and there’s nothing weird or crazy in any way in what I am doing.

  I know it was messed up to send that referral. And I feel so bad about it. She made me feel like the most pointless jerk on earth last time she was in my office. And who could blame her? I ruined her life. But I did that because I don’t want her to be anywhere near other bosses who might take advantage of her. I want her to be around me. Which sounds weird, knowing that I let her go. But what could I do? She literally left me with no other options.

  I look at her picture on my phone and my cock twitches in desire. I could get myself off, or I could have some chick come over to spend the time. Somehow I need to create a new obsession for myself. And I used to be obsessed to fucking. I’d have an erection whe
never a girl was willing to come over for a good time. But lately, I’ve noticed I’ve become picky. Not all the girls do it for me anymore. Seems like Keira put the barn too high and none of them is able to attend to that standard.

  Though I’m not sure what it was that made her so special. It’s not like her pussy was made of gold or something. But she could get me off anytime when she was around. I pick up my phone and there’s an entire list of girls that are down for everything. I created this list for a time like this, when I would be very desperate and needed a girl that would come in an instant.

  I remember Grace, one of the girls I’ve fucked, who looks a lot like Keira. I mean, she’s not nearly as enchanting as Keira is, though all the other girls on this list I’ve created will just annoy the crap out of me. So I have to save myself the bummer.

  I met Grace on one of the rival franchises. She was a private assistant and was hitting on me. Of course I didn’t leave the meeting without giving her my number. That evening, she called me and I had her come all the way down to my house, which she was so rudimentarily excited about.

  “Hey, Grace,” I great when she picks up her phone.

  “Cason?” she sounds surprised. “Long time no see.”

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.” Her voice is so mellow, my cock is already throbbing on my underwear.

  “Well, that’s not the right thing to say to a pretty girl, now is it?”

  “Yeah, I know you’re pretty and all and I missed that. Missed the taste of your nice pussy when I was down on you.”

  “Now look at you, nasty boy. I see you haven’t changed your manners at all.” She sounds so excited. Luckily, right now I know I’ve called the right girl.

  “Well, you could always come over and help me with…my manners.”

  “Ooh, you’re not an easy one to tame.” She tells me and I wait hesitantly. “But I’m willing to take my chances.”

  “I’m here waiting for you.” I realize that I’m holding my cock on one hand. “My cock is waiting for you.” I add. “Don’t make us wait too long.”

  I pick up a song from my playlists and have it blasting all over speakers on my house. I pour some champagne on one glass, while ‘Whatever It Takes’ is rocking through all the rooms. But even though I’m trying to keep myself distracted, my cock is throbbing achingly. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold off until she comes here. But I don’t want to whack myself just yet. I mean, I didn’t invited a girl to my house just to have a nice conversation with her.

  I think I’m at the sixteenth song when she comes in.

  “For a moment I thought I was going to pamper my cock by myself.” I tell her, implying that I don’t fucking like to wait on people.

  “Well, you don’t ever have to do that, when I could take care of you, properly.” Oh, she goes straight to the point.

  Great, because I’ve had enough of waiting done.

  “You didn’t have to come up here all dressed up, did you know that? Like, I’m gonna peel you off of that dress anyway, and you don’t ever have to wear it for the time being.”

  “Well, I couldn’t miss out on your hands all over me, when you take off my dress.” She snickers and wanders my way. She takes a seat at the nearest chair and looks at my glass. “Drinking alone?”

  “One glass is all we’re going to need. We could share.” I glint with my eyes and she figures the kinky idea on my head.

  “Well, then, I’m thirsty.” Grace leans forward to her chair and I can see the crack between her boobs. Fucking hot.

  Her hands glide over my shoulder, and then she fondles my cheek, index finger running over my jawline. Her mouth approaches and she takes a lick at my open mouth just for a second and then immediately draws back.

  I go all over her now and my tongue divides her lips and goes in. I explore all the corners of her mouth and she tastes so sweet like strawberry.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” she tells me, and finds her bottom lip clenched between my teeth. I release her lip and she runs her tongue over the spot that I snatched.

  “Rough, huh?” she smiles when she touches her bottom lip with her finger. The next second, I found myself clutched against her lips while her tongue suppresses my mouth.

  “How about we take this to my bedroom?” I offer.

  “Nice thinking.” She says and gets up.

  On our way, I can’t get my eyes off of her sexy huge ass that is cranking on both sides. It’s driving me insane. I slap it tight with my palm, and she snickers in response.

  When we make it to my bedroom, I start unzipping her dress, and she joggles her body a little until the clothing item falls to the floor. She’s wearing red sexy thongs and I bend down and pick her up on my hand, her stomach pressed against my shoulder. I slap her ass-cheek and she giggles.

  I let her fall on the mattress, and she grabs my tee and draws me closer. Our mouths are open and tangled, and smoochy sounds blossom when I taste her lips.

  I move down on her, keep her thighs open with my hands and pick up her underwear…with my teeth.

  She laughs and arches her back, and while removing her underwear, my nose is picking up smelts of her sugary zone. My cock is twitching violently on my underwear. I release her underwear and look at her.

  She smiles at me. She pushes her legs together as I’m rolling her underwear down and away. Then she’s again open for me as I approach and shove one fingers inside of her to see how wet she already is. My tongue runs over her clit and she moans.

  “You like that?” I ask when I push two fingers inside her.

  She giggles in response. I stretch along and reach for my champagne glass. She looks at me and pokes me lightly with her toes, while snickering playfully.

  I come back and stay between her open legs. Pouring a smidge of champagne on her navel point, I see her wiggling her stomach a little from the iciness of the liquid. I lean forward and suck on her navel, while my fingers are still pumping in and out of her pussy. I suck every single bit of champagne form her and she feels tickly. She’s laughing and enjoying this.

  I lean forth and reach for her mouth. She opens it and waits for me to pour the champagne on her. We kiss and enjoy champagne from each other. I squelch her boobs while she’s rubbing my bulge with her feet.

  I unbutton my jeans, and roll my underwear down to my ass, while Grace comes closer and grabs the length. She rubs my cock a couple of times and then her lips are wrapped around the tip. I groan. My turn-on glides through her tongue and reaches her throat. I keep pumping in and out of her mouth, while she’s enjoying the pleasure of her fingers inside of her. I wring my balls on my hand as they tighten and she takes them both of her mouth. She licks and suck as if they’re made of chocolate.

  I push her away and drag her to the side of the bed. I lick her pussy twice and feel like she’s ready for me, wet and all.

  Rolling a condom over my cock, I get inside her and fuck her until she screams for me. Lucky for me, there’s no neighbors to get pissed, since I’m living on a big mansion on a very elusive neighborhood.

  But I wouldn’t care if the neighbors would get pissed anyway. Fuck them. Fuck everybody. I’m just getting the most out of life. I’m getting the most out of her.

  She puts her fingers inside of her when my dick wells out of her pussy, and licks them playfully.

  “You’re wet, just how I like it.” I tell her, looking while she’s enjoying how she tastes.

  “I’m wet for you.” She tells me as I get inside of her again and keep fucking the crap out of her.

  I go harder and harder and she screams as loud as she can. She even conquers the loud music from the speakers with her voice, which goes perfectly with the lyrics of ‘F With You’.

  I’m sweating from the savage exercise that is me fucking her when the next song comes up. That fucking song. I should’ve deleted it from my playlist.

  ‘Shed a light’ blasts through the room and it reminds me of Keira. Of when I was lucky enough to lie with her
on that fucking party. This stupid song companioned us while we were enjoying each other.

  And now it’s just pissing me off.

  “What is wrong?” Grace asks, when she perceives that I’ve started to slow down.

  “Um, nothing.” I shake this stupid through off. Shut the music down with my phone, and I’m about to take all this rage out on her by fucking her the roughest she has ever been fucked.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  {Keira}

  Kyle was so excited when I represented him with my idea to take his offer.

  “It’s gonna be awesome,” he assured me, while I was contemplating over it.

  I still wasn’t sure whether it was the right choice. Though I knew that I was left with no other options.

  I was all packed up, had booked my plane ticket over a week ago, and now I was all ready for a new start at life. It was a scary and exciting feeling at once.

  Kyle was already in New York, setting up with last minute details. I was gonna live on the penthouse nearly twenty minutes away from the company I was going to work for.

  My cab was waiting outdoor, while I was still staying there petrified, having last minutes doubts. Should I really leave?

  I mean, I’ve lived in Seattle for as long as I can remember, and starting over on a new place is a little bit concerning.

  Dragging my final luggage along, and locking the door to my house, I feel like what I’m doing is just wrong. It’s not like I know everything will be alright there in New York. And besides, I’m afraid Kyle is going to start asking me to get back together again. And I don’t want that. Because I know him. He’s going to do something to mess it up again and at the end we’ll find ourselves regretting everything.

  “Is everything alright?” asks the driver, who’s noticed my inattention, since I’m staying in front of the car and not making another step forward.