October 14, 2021
Ihaven’t written in a while, but today things were just too crazy for me not to write.
For nearly three weeks, life has had me by my edges. It’s the time of the year that things normally pick up for my career. Conferences, meetings, interviews, etc. So, work has really been doing a number on me. I feel like I haven’t had a moment to spare for my personal life in nearly a month.
Messages have both gone unanswered and unread, and it wasn’t even by choice. I’ve been going to work early and coming home after dark, tired, mentally exhausted, and agitated. The only thing that I’ve made time for is a glass of wine, a bubble bath, and my bed.
So, I’ll try my best to recap these last three weeks.
Starting with where I left off, after I spent the night at Psycho’s house.
I called out of work and woke up at midday; my phone was nearly on fire.
He had sent me so many voice messages; I didn’t know where to begin listening to them all.
They ranged from emotional, saying he lets me play in his face all the time.
Then they switched to understanding when he said he knew that my career wouldn’t allow us to be a couple anymore.
But then? He went, full-on mental patient.
When his rant was over, he called me a “golden pussy, good head giving, heartless, sneaky, bullshit dog buying motherfucker” and told me I don’t ever- emphasis on ever- have to worry about him fucking with me again because he’s not about to let me keep hurting his feelings.
Needless to say, the next day I had thirteen flower arrangements sent to the office.
They were indeed from Psycho, and he said that there was one for every year we’ve known each other.
Although he said I never had to worry about him, he still called me every now and then from different numbers, though he hadn’t popped up since that night at my mom’s.
I haven’t seen a man since that day, and it was probably for the better. I’ve turned down dates and invitations to events. Dash and Wood have been texting me a lot more and trying to schedule a date night, but when I’m under this intense pressure, I can’t focus on anything other than work.
As a result, my personal life has had to take a back seat.
That was, until tonight. I had allowed everyone to go home early so I could have a peace of mind without so many people pulling me in different directions.
I wanted to study the questions and the meeting minutes and prepare for my interview without distractions.
I sat at the desk watching videos, writing down my responses, and changing them as I saw fit.
I didn’t even realize that the day went by faster than I expected. Before I knew it, the light shining through my windows was nonexistent, and night fell quickly. I was so caught up that I hadn’t moved from my position, hadn’t taken a break, nor had I even eaten lunch.
Two taps came at the door.
“Boss Lady.” Big A called from the other side of the door.
I put the pen down and exhaled.
“Come in.” I scoffed.
Finally, being pulled from my task gave me the chance to look around at all the papers that I had been sifting through.
He stood at the door and did the same. His eyes roamed the office before he announced his reason for knocking.
“You think you should call it a night?” He asked.
I knew I should, but I didn’t want to. I always took this time in my career very seriously, and he knew it. I stressed about it constantly and only felt I could breathe once I was over it.
“It’s only seven, A. Give me another hour.” I reasoned before picking the pen back up.
But he opened the door wider and then entered the office. His huge frame glided across the floor in seconds, and he stood in front of my desk.
He removed the pen from my hand and then set it on the table beside me gently.
“You can do that tomorrow; you look stressed. Call it a night.” He doubled down.
It was something about the way he said it. He’s never challenged anything I’ve asked of him, let alone give me a demand of his own. This was beyond the scope of his job duties. If I wasn’t mistaken, this felt personal.
I exhaled once more, knowing that no matter how much I didn’t want to hear it, he was right. Not to mention, as soon as I stopped focusing on the interview questions, my body started working again, and suddenly I was starving.
“You might be right. I’m definitely stressed about it. Give me a second to clean my desk and pack up; I’ll be out soon.” I admitted as I started to shuffle the papers into one neat stack.
I was expecting to hear him say the usual, “yes ma’am.”
But instead, what he said was, “Yeah, I can tell. You need to relieve it.”
He came around my desk and stood there glaring down at me. I could see him hardening in his cargo pants. The imprint of his dick became more and more visible against his thigh. I dragged my eyes from it up to him and turned in my chair, crossing one leg over the other.
I felt like there was no innocent undertone in his statement. So, there wasn’t one in mine when I asked him, “And how do you suggest I do that?”
“However, you see fit.” He shot back quickly.
For a second, I was silent. My mind was teetering between telling him how I saw fit and kicking him out of my office. The tension was just as thick as the dick staring back at me. But still, I had that rule about my staff.
I turned back to my task at hand, shuffling papers and essentially dismissing him.
“I’ll be out soon. Thank you for your concern.”
He chuckled and came closer to me. He crouched down in a squatting position so that we were eye level and swung my chair toward him.
His fingertips grazed the exposed skin from my rising skirt.
“When are you going to stop acting like you don’t know I want you?” He asked, finally speaking his attraction aloud.
“Am I a mind reader? How am I supposed to know what you never said?” I asked.
“I’m saying it to you now.”
“I can’t be involved with my team.”
“Then I don’t have to be on it.” He shot back, making me laugh, but he didn’t follow suit. His expression told me that he was serious.
He leaned forward and sucked my lip into his mouth.
I sat there frozen as he grabbed my thigh with one hand and the back of my head with the other and kissed me.
I know my guardian angel is so stressed that she has gone from drinking alcohol to something a little bit stronger, like coke, because I welcomed it.
The way he had me wrapped up in his big ass arms made my pussy wet.
Then he broke the kiss and went from crouching to getting on his knees in front of me. He peppered kisses on the inside of my thigh while I sat back in the chair and cupped the back of his head. But he stood and guided me from the chair. He hiked up my skirt and sat me on my desk.
Then took my place in the seat and slid the chair to the desk so that he was positioned between my legs. I put each of my feet on the arms of the chair. He groaned as he gazed at my middle.
He pulled my panties to the side, and then his thumb circled my clit.
“Damn.” I moaned as I threw my head back and let him explore my body.
Each stroke of his thumb made me wetter.
I was freshly waxed, and I could tell the sight of me soaked, wet, and glistening had his full attention.
He was focused, his hands moving at a slow and steady pace, and his lips tucked between his teeth.
Then he grabbed my thighs before easing me to the edge of the desk.
“Shit.” I squealed once he started to eat my pussy.
I adjusted my body so that I was leaning back on my elbows. The way Big A was eating my pussy had me quite literally screaming. I knew that if there was anyone else in the building, they could easily hear me down the hallway.
“Shit, that feels so good.” I groaned as I continued to palm the back of his head.
He slid back abruptly, making me exhale and give him a confused look because I was so close to my release. Then he slipped both his arms underneath the back of my thighs and lifted me into the air.
Never mind that he was feasting on my pussy like a junkyard dog, the way he was tossing me from one place to the other like I was a rag doll was so fucking sexy.
“Ooh!” I screeched once he hoisted me to his shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his neck.
He had one hand palming my ass, and with the other, he was underneath my thong and teasing the rim of my asshole.
“Shitttt!” I moaned.
I held the back of his head and let him bring me to an orgasm. When the pleasure coursed through me, I held his head there. I knew I was smothering him, but running from the feeling was not an option at that point. From where I was, it’s a long way to fall.
Once I stopped shaking, he let me down and fixed my skirt before he wiped his beard and started walking toward the door.
“I’ll be waiting on you outside.” He said barely above a whisper.
I was literally gasping for air. The kind of heaving where your stomach goes all the way in before it expands. I was fucking winded, and my legs felt weak.
He had eaten me good. I said fuck the papers, grabbed my bag from my desk, turned off the light, and headed toward the front lobby.
Big A was standing there, sucking on his bottom lip as I walked outside. He locked up for me and made sure that the door was secure while I got into the back seat, and then we pulled away from the building.
As usual, we drove in silence while he stole glances at me through the rear-view mirror. I asked him to take me to a drive-thru to get something quick to eat, and then he made a pit stop at the store.
When he stopped in front of my house, I was already full and mentally recharged. Although I had said I was done, I was still prepared to spend the next few hours in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about my answers to the interview questions. But he had other plans.
“Thank you, goodnight,” I said softly, the same as I always did.