January 20, 2022
Today was a hell of a day.
It was the first day that A and I talked. If you can call me having to blatantly ask him if I had to fire him, talking.
The conversation went exactly like this:
“A, this is the reason why I didn’t want to get involved with anyone on my team.
Because now if I fire you, it’ll be retaliation.
I don’t like this weird space that we’re in at all.
It was one thing when we didn’t have conversations, but we don’t talk at all.
Not even greetings, how the hell am I supposed to trust you with my life and safety if I feel like you’re upset with me?
” I asked after day ten of us playing the silent game.
“The same way you always do.” He kept it short. I shrugged. I didn’t want to go back and forth. If he insisted on this attitude, then it would be fine with me.
When he pulled up to the office, he just sat there, the same as he had done every day. Normally, he’d open the door and let me out and carry my coffee and my extra bags into the office. But since that night at the hotel, he hadn’t done it.
I haven’t seen or spoken to Solo since that night.
The very next morning, he got a call that his brother had been murdered in Louisiana, and he’s been there since.
I sent my condolences, and he made it very clear that he wanted to see me when he got back.
But that wasn’t going to be a thing. I already had one person giving me hell; I learned my lesson about mixing business and pleasure.
I opened the office door and was greeted by my receptionist. She was the only one here who always seemed to be having a good day. I grabbed the stack of folders that she had extended to me, put them underneath my arm, and tried to balance everything as I went to my office.
As soon as I opened the door, the coffee dropped from my hand and went all over the floor. I jumped back, and it pissed me off even more that A was being petty.
I went to my desk and called the janitor. He was over in less than three minutes, cleaning the spill. I tried to shake off my agitation, I responded to emails, set up meetings, and even caught up on some of my certifications. But my mood had been ruined just that quickly.
Then my phone vibrated.
His he just came around the desk and stared at me. We sat there looking at each other. Then he knelt down and kissed me.
Somehow, I wound up with one knee on the desk, bent over and letting him give me the deepest back shots. I was struggling to be quiet. I could hear phones ringing, and people going in and out of offices surrounding me. I could only hope that they didn’t need me for anything until he made me cum.
“I missed you.” A grunted in my ear before we both came in unison. He pulled out of me and tried to catch the evidence of our sexcapade in his hand. Then he went into the bathroom, while I pulled my clothes up and prepared to go home for the rest of the day.
When he came out, I was leaning against the desk with my legs outstretched. He stood with my legs in between him and held my hips.
“You had me in my fucking feelings, man.” He laughed as he looked down at me.
“I didn’t mean to,” I said honestly. I wanted to remind him that he asked me about the threesome after I had already let it go. But it wouldn’t do any good; there was no need to beat a dead horse.
“It’s cool.”
I had learned that “it’s cool” is his favorite thing to say when he was, in fact, hotter than a two-dollar pistol.
“Let’s just keep our relationship strictly business, A. I don’t want to beef with the person that’s responsible for my safety.”
He nodded.
“I agree, but whenever you need me to put you on the desk, or eat your pussy till you stop stressing, let me know.” He offered, making me chuckle and hit his chest playfully.
We kissed again before he discarded the napkin and left.
I exhaled and sat at the desk feeling more relieved now than ever. I was glad we had put this debacle behind us, and things could possibly go back to normal.
His & Hers: Are you busy? Can you FaceTime me? I need to cum, and I want you to talk me through it.
It was a message from Paige.
Me: Can you give me about an hour?
His & Hers: Ughhhh sure lol
I called Big A and told him that I was about to leave for the day, and I needed him to take me home, and then I locked my phone and threw it in my bag.
When I got home, I took a quick shower and called Paige. I lay in the bathtub, bubbles up to my neck, and talked her through cumming not once but twice, and then finished bathing. My life was wild. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Now, as I sit at my desk in a dress way too big for my frame, I think about the day I had, and it’s not even 3 p.m. I had already been fucked and had a FaceTime date. This was a great reintroduction to the streets and one important reminder:
All good dick comes to an end.
The Heaux