My car pulled out of his driveway, zooming off on the main road. I went too far, there was no doubt. I quickly sunk into the rhythm of my thoughts—regretting, but I didn't know what exactly the regret was. Was it because I didn't let him touch me? Or was it because I allowed him at all? I also couldn't shake off the feeling that I was starting to feel vulnerable around him, like a lonely kitten longing to be cuddled. One that is starved of affection.
About twenty minutes into the drive, I arrived at my place. I drove into the parking lot of our apartment and took the elevator up. I hurried inside because I was running late for a meeting I had that evening. I was at the same time on a phone with a staff at work, my heels clicking after me before I finally decided to ditch it at the door. Before I opened the door, I could already hear someone moaning very loud with pleasure. I wasn't baffled, I knew what my girls were capable of, but it didn't make much sense for any of them to be having intercourse during the day... it was against our girls code. Stepping in, I was shocked to see Nadia and Dante again making love in the long sofa. Nadia was half naked on top of him while his pants was by his feet length. Her boobs bounced back and forth in his face as thick sweat rolled down her spine to the below of her back. He was sitting, and she was doing an aggressive cowgirl ride on his lap, sliding in and out effortlessly. For about a minute, I was stunned, just there watching his greasy dick slid in and out of her clit with effortless grace as his grip tightened on her waist. His other hand choked her as she rolled out her eyes towards the ceiling, bouncing up and down like rubberband.
I couldn't take it anymore, several thoughts skipped through my mind. Like, where was Aaliyah? She was supposed to be off work that day and for Dante and Nadia to be making out this much publicly, it only meant that Aaliyah wasn't home. Hesitatingly, yet without further trepidation, I yelled at them, startling them both. Nadia quickly stepped off his dick, and for a split second, I caught a glimpse of what she was enjoying. I could bet only horses had those, no wonder she invited him over again. She always had her sight on massive things.
"Oh, Isla... Didn't know you'd be back so soon," Nadia said, laughing seriously like she was high on meth. It was obvious she was. She slowly tucked her bra, covering her breast with the loosed gown she had on.
Dante got up from the couch, pulled up his pants before picking up his jacket. I didn't actually like Dante a bit, he was one of those types that doesn't have an actual job or means of survival. They live off women. In fact, in his case, the only asset he had was his massive dick that could blow Nadia's gut out her throat. With her height, didn't someone tell her to stay away from massive things?
Dante arrogantly walked towards me as he made his way to the door. He bite down on his lips sexually in my face, completely disgusting me. Nadia didn't hesitate to follow after him, and my eyes followed them to the door with an expression of disdain. When Dante was finally out the door, Nadia stood there, holding the door open, her finger by her lips in a sexual manner.
"Ring me, yeah?" She told him.
"For sure. I'll phone you when I'm in my crib. You can come over and we can continue from where we left off.
Even while he spoke, he had slipped his hand under her gown, but his eyes didn't go off me even until Nadia shut the door in his face. He wanted to fuck me... But my days of fucking broke men were long over. Someone standard like me deserved something premium.
"Girl, are you crazy?" I didn't hesitate to ask Nadia.
Her jaw curled into a smile as she strolled to he dining room, her gown almost slipping off her shoulder. I followed behind, watching her pick an apple and took a large bite from it.
"You know I can't help it, girl. What should I do when I have a free day if not have a very hot sex in this warm weather," she replied, gesturing for me to come over.
I shook my head, refusing her. I couldn't put up with her with the way she was high. I walked straight to my room.
Nadia followed behind me.
"So, you fuck your sexy boss or what?" I heard her ask me.
I snuck a glance over my shoulder. "Hell no, you don't expect me to fuck a guy that has recently been shot. Moreover, my relationship with him is strictly professional... Colleagues are not allowed to be intimate with each other."
She bit into the apple again. "What's wrong with his being shot? You might as well fuck the bullet hole with your fingers. It would be sexy."
I immediately halted, staring at her disdainfully. My fingers danced in the air as my airway tightened when I opened my mouth. "You're twisted, Nadia. Get help," I commented. "Where is Aaliyah?"
"Out on a date with her girlfriend," She replied before jumping on the bed to watch me undress.
"I see."
I took all my clothes off before stepping into the shower. Not long after, I dressed up, leaving Nadia alone at the house with the hope that she wouldn't invite Dante over again to fuck him. I was already late for the meeting and for security reasons, I couldn't go in my car. I had to take a taxi to the night club where I was supposed to meet with someone.
About twenty minutes after I left home, the taxi pulled over outside the club. I walked up to the door, skipped the long queue to show the bouncers my premium card, and I was let in immediately. The room blared with colours and the tempo of the music shook the room like the impact of an earthquake. I quickly slipped through the dancers to gain access to the second floor where the VIPs were.
Getting there, I pulled aside the curtain to the lounge we booked for the meeting, and I stepped into the semi dark room. There was a man sitting in the darker corner of the room, three strippers pressing their cunt against his face, dancing to the playing music. Two bodyguards stood guard by the sides of his chair. I had never met him in person, and he wasn't ready to let know who he was so he had his face covered with a mask. I was immediately ordered to sit without uttering a single word, all the strippers and the body guard knew when to step out, prompting me to imagine how often he does something like this. He waited a bit for them to exit the room, then he began.
"You should pour yourself a drink," he offered.
"I think I'm fine. You failed to retrieve the file, didn't you?"
He laughed hysterically before suddenly firming his face. That sudden shift in expression changed the atmosphere completely. It suddenly felt oppressive. "You promised me a file that could bring Berkscorp down."
"I promised you a leverage in the marketplace, I said nothing about murdering the heir, outside of my place."
He was silent.
"What if he had died at my place?"
"I know nothing about that. I was going to ask you, my men didn't even get to get close to him before shots were fired."
"Why should I believe you?" I asked him confidently.
"My assassins don't miss, Miss. Reyes, your CEO would be dead if I wanted him."
I was confused at this point. "If you didn't shoot Asher, who did?"
"Someone who wants the drive as much as you and I. I think I'm done bargaining with you Miss. Reyes, Berkscorp will collapse on its own. All I have to do is wait"
I was speechless. I instantly got up to leave the place, but I was called back by his voice.
"You should brace for impact Miss. Reyes, if your company has a mole, you are not safe either."
I didn't utter a word to him, I just walked out of the place with so much confusion. Could someone in Berkscorp be trying to steal the files too? Or could it be that Asher had caught on on my plans and he had decided to fake the whole thing? But I saw him bleed, I stitched him up. No one should go that far to play a game.
No one.