Chapter 14
Oliver Ferraz
My Monday was shit. I walked in and Alice was already giving me those “I want more” eyes. Fuck, I wanted it too, but we couldn’t. I don’t do office relationships, and besides, I don’t trust women. I don’t want to get involved with anyone.
I tried to be as cold as possible so she’d realize what happened meant nothing to me. Hard to keep up, though, because I kept remembering her mouth on mine, that amazing scent of hers. Hell. I needed to get her out of my head.
I stayed locked in my office all day. Only left for lunch, then came right back.
She still wasn’t at her desk. Later, Alice announced she’d arrived.
I tried to focus on the contracts, but the damn woman kept knocking on my door every half hour to ask if I needed anything.
I always said no, until she finally gave up.
At the end of the day, she told me she was leaving. I dismissed her and left shortly after. I needed to get laid, and tonight was the night.
I drove to a club I knew, where I was sure there’d be women—lots of women. I handed my keys to the valet and went inside. I picked a table in a dark corner, and soon the waitress came to take my order. She brought me a glass of whiskey, and I started sipping it slowly, taking in the scene.
That’s when I spotted a brunette. She wasn’t as beautiful as Alice. Wait… why was I thinking about my secretary?
The brunette noticed me looking and came over.
“Good evening, handsome. Are you with anyone?” she said, approaching.
“No. Have a seat and order a drink,” I said, pointing to the empty chair at my table.
The waitress came back with her drink.
“I’ve never seen you here. First time?” the brunette asked, making small talk.
“Yeah. I was living abroad and just got back a few days ago.”
“Hmm… and what are you looking for here? A handsome man like you must have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t.” She talked too much. So I decided to shut her up. I moved closer, pulled her toward me, and she came willingly.
I leaned in and she met me with a hot kiss. But not as good as Alice’s. Damn… not again. I forced myself to stop thinking about her and deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into the brunette’s mouth. Soon she was in my lap, rubbing against me. Grinding that big ass on my cock.
She stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the back of the room. I already knew where we were headed.
We stepped into a nicely furnished room. She was already down to just lingerie and red heels. My friend downstairs liked what he saw.
The brunette knelt in front of me, looking into my eyes as she unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants along with my boxers, and my hard cock sprang free. She wrapped her hand around it, licked her lips, and murmured:
“Big and thick. Just how I like it.”
“Then enjoy yourself,” I said with a grin.
And she did. First, she ran her tongue up and down my length, leaving it dripping wet.
Then she took it all, deep into her throat.
She picked up the pace and I decided to help, gripping her head and thrusting hard.
I closed my eyes. I imagined Alice in that position, taking me in.
It drove me crazy. I went faster, feeling the brunette gag, until I came hard in her mouth.
I didn’t stop until I saw she’d swallowed everything.
She started to get up, ready for more, but I wasn’t interested. I don’t know what happened, but for me, that amazing blowjob was enough. I pulled my wallet from my pants, tossed some bills on the bed, and walked out, leaving her behind. Didn’t even look back.
I needed to fuck someone to get Alice out of my head, but I gave up. I left. I was weak.
I drove to my apartment. Took a shower, threw on some sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen to make something to eat when the intercom buzzed. I answered. It was the doorman:
“Your father is waiting,” he said from the other end.
I let him up, pulled on a t-shirt, and went to the elevator.
“Good evening, Dad,” I said. “Come on in.”
“Hello, Oliver. How are you?”
“Fine. Have a seat. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to know how things are going at the company. I’ve been handling some matters for the trip your mother and I are taking, and I haven’t had time to stop by.”
“Everything’s going well. This week we’re renewing old contracts and signing the new ones you already had in the works.”
“Good to know.” He paused. “I also came to tell you that Andréa’s coming back to the country in a month. I hope we can sit down and discuss the engagement.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t want to get into that again, Dad. Please.”
“All right. But when your mother and I get back from the trip, you’re not getting out of it. By the way, come have dinner with us before we leave. She wants to say goodbye.”
“Of course. Just tell me when you’re leaving and I’ll come by a few days before. I’ve got a lot of work.”
“She’ll call you. See you later, Oliver.” My father said goodbye, getting up from where he’d been sitting since he arrived.
“Bye, Dad.”
I watched my father leave. He never gives up. It's going to be hard to explain that I'm not getting married. Never again.