by Angela Blake
“Why? What’s happening?” She was suddenly anxious. Although Jordyn knew that the office was in an uproar, she also knew that it wouldn’t cost the company so much.
“JUST. COME. HERE. YOU. CAN. BRING. THOMAS.” The loud noise seemed to be drowning her voice. So instead of saying complete sentences, she broke it to words. Typical Franny.
“But we’re having lunch.” She glanced at Tom who only smiled at her.
“WE. HAVE. FOOD. HERE.” Franny seemed to be struggling to even get the words out.
“Okay, we’ll be there.” She said and ended the call. Thomas looked at her expectantly.
“We’ll be leaving? What about the food? Take out?”
“Yes and yes. It seems something happened at the office and I need to go there to fix it. You were invited though.” She did not expect Franny to warm up to Thomas immediately but as long as they were okay with each other, it was fine.
Thomas whistled to get the waiter’s attention. The waiter boy then walked over to their table. As they were talking about making the food take out and Thomas paying the bill, Jordyn was wrapped in her own thoughts as to what happened in the company. It might’ve been the ad. Was it gone? Did someone steal it? What happened? Or worse, someone accidentally deleted the master copy.
Apparently Thomas sensed her anxiety and held her hand tight. “Don’t worry, we’ll know what happened when we get there.” She smiled at him and thanked him for being with her.
The waiter boy appeared shortly with their food in a small to-go box and inside two paper bags. Thomas rose from his seat first and grabbed the paper bags with his left hand, he then lent his right hand to Jordyn. Seeing him do that made Jordyn feel giddy, like a schoolgirl with her first love.
They both thanked the waiter and apologized for leaving earlier than expected. The two of them left the restaurant and headed for Jordyn’s office.
Chapter Twelve
The entrance was abuzz with few reporters and some of the security holding them back. As they neared the entrance, they saw Franny inside and waved them to hurry up. Jordyn looked at Thomas and nodded. They increased their pace and, after being searched by the security, managed to enter the building without being blocked by the reporters.
“Give me the rundown, Franny.” Jordyn was kind of pissed and nervous at the same time. She was holding Tom’s hand throughout their trip on the way here.
“I think you should see it for yourself.” Franny said, her voice soft.
She led them into their reception room. It was this room used for receiving important guests and hosting corporate parties. However, instead of the usual tables with white tablecloth over it and white monobloc chairs, there was a large table of food on the one side of the room and almost everywhere were chairs. The music was familiar but she couldn’t quite place where she had heard it. The people were all talking and mingling all around. Some had military uniforms and other were in office attire. There was a huge screen in front playing the credits, it seemed that the video was just finished.
“Ross! Glad you came!” It was Montgomery. It seemed that she was in a good mood. “You didn’t have to place an appointment with me. We can talk now.” She smiled at Thomas.
“I’ll get the two of you a drink.” He smiled at Montgomery and gave Jordyn a small kiss on the forehead before leaving them.
“What’s happening?” Jordyn asked.
Before answering, Montgomery smiled. “Well, as it turned out, yesterday night, other key officials of the military saw the recruitment advertisement that you did. Apparently they liked it and visited us to talk about another contract.” She winked. “Two other advertisement contracts.”
“SERIOUSLY?” Jordyn couldn’t hold her voice back. This was a big moment for her. And for Thomas. This could change their life for the better.
Montgomery laughed softly, “Yes. I was surprised, too. And if we do land the contracts…” she put her hand in Jordyn’s shoulder and smiled tenderly, “… I was hoping you would be the project manager.”
She couldn’t speak. Being the project manager for the 2-minute ad had already made her life successful in leaps and bound and now, she was going to be the project manager for another. She couldn’t refuse the offer.
“YES. OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!” She could feel her life changing for the better. Giving way to happiness and success.
“Don’t thank me. It’s all on you.” Montgomery smiled.
“Hi, I believe this is for you, and this is for us.” Thomas was back with three glasses of champagne. He gave one to Montgomery and gave the other to Jordyn. Jordyn was already about to drink but Thomas held her back because it seemed that Montgomery had something to say.
“Excuse me! Excuse me! Hi!” She addressed the entire room without a mic. “I would like you to thank you for being able to attend the celebration of the success of the advertisement of this company!” Cheers.
“As you know, this was made with the spearheading of our very own Jordyn Ross! And she is here today!” She gestured at Jordyn, who only waved and smiled. She then tried to drink the champagne. More cheers.
“May our success bore more fruit and our labor be reward–”
A loud gulping sound can be heard. It was Jordyn. Something was in her probably in the champagne she had.
“What is it, Ms. Ross?” Montgomery said, with a sly smile on her face.
Jordyn seemed to trying to spit something. It was a good thing she hasn’t swallowed the champagne yet. That would’ve been embarrassing. She held out her hand and spat the thing she supposedly drank.
The culprit was a small, circular object with a small, white gem on it. At first, she could understand what it was. The last time she wore one of those was when she was with Thomas, why would she see one now.
“Seeing as this was her success, it was high time that I did this.” Tom’s low voice echoed throughout the room. He looked at the speechless Jordyn and got the item in her palms. He smiled at her and bent down on one knee. Although the room had been quiet during the announcements, it suddenly burst into cheers and whistles and general clamor. Thomas looked around the crowd and motioned for them to be quiet.
“Jordyn Ross. It’s long overdue, but I still love you after all these years. You had been my happiness, if you give me a second chance. I want to be your happiness, too.” He showed the ring and said, “Will you marry me, again?”
The dam that Jordyn tried to contain suddenly burst out of her. At first, it only came out in single tears. Then it became a slow stream of happiness. She had never been so happy in recent years. This really takes the cake.
“You really are unfair…” She sniffed, “But, yes. I will.”
Tom inserted the ring in her ring finger and the crowd cheered once more. The screen came back to life and the ad that Jordyn was so proud of played again.
Thomas stood and kissed her on the lips. People may have been cheering for them but for Jordyn, it was only her and Thomas in the whole world. And she will still be happy. Her life couldn’t possibly get any better than this. And she was grateful for that.
THE END
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Breaking Daddy’s Little Virgin
Chapter One
“Fuck,” I said out loud. I looked over to the other end of the couch and saw Ysabel who was still sitting on her husband’s lap. She was hot, with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and a firm little body, while he was twice her age. Still he was a little handsome but not hot enough for her to consider fucking him.
“Get a room guys,” I told them and they only laughed back at me.
Ysabel kissed Matthew on the cheek and then faced me as she said, “We’re already in one, Olivia, you just happen to be in it too.”
“Bitch,” I said with a chuckle. I turned back to watch TV, hoping the music video playing would snag my attention before I would end up watching those two make out in my living room.
I didn’t really mind, however. Ysabel had been my friend s
ince I was in middle school and that was more than a decade ago. We went to high school together, went to college together and for the past six years we’ve been in the same company together.
We both worked for a real estate company but where I was in the HR department, Ysabel was in the financing corner as an accountant.
“Hey, is he coming?” I asked when I remembered Ysabel was going to introduce a friend tonight. We planned on going bowling and having a casual dinner over the bowling alley and both she and Matthew thought it was a brilliant fucking idea to bring their friend over and pair him up with me. Yeah, as if that would ever work out.
Ysabel turned away from Matthew for a moment, “Actually, I don’t know.” She then turned over to her husband and asked, “Is he coming? Did he text you anything?”
Matthew shook his head, “Nope, not yet.”
Ysabel lightly punched her husband’s gut, “Well, what are you waiting for? Go ask. Text him or something.”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Matt said as he rolled his eyes and got off the couch. He lumbered his way up the stairs to the bedrooms.
“You know you guys don’t really have to set me up,” I told Ysabel. I meant it too; I’ve been single for over a year and I like to think that I’m doing just fine.
Neither Ysa nor Matt believed me though. They both figured I needed a man like Matt, someone much older. I always figured older men were not for me. Sure, they could be more mature than guys my age but they were also a little more fragile or sickly. I didn’t want to be some kind of young fuck doll for an elderly guy.
To be fair, Matt was into cycling so he was quite fit for someone in his fifties. Hopefully their friend is just as fit so he doesn’t end up dying from a heart attack while we’re having sex.
“I know we don’t have to, bitch,” Ysa responded and she scooted over to sit by my end of the couch. She wrapped her arm in with mine. “We just want to. I mean, seriously, you haven’t had a good fuck in months.”
“Shut up,” I tried to fight back but there was no arguing with her. Ysabel was a force of nature.
“I mean,” she insisted. “I know you like it.”
She obviously forgot the one important detail about my sex life, “You do know I’m still a virgin, right?”
Ysabel pinched my arm. That really fucking hurt but I could only squeal.
“Nuh-uh,” she tried to deny the fact. “You slept with Jason.”
“That doesn’t count,” I reasoned. This was almost two years ago. “I jerked his cock with my hand and he made me suck on it for a few minutes but we didn’t actually have any sex.”
She rolled her eyes, “You still tasted cock.”
I was tempted to just draw my shorts down and shove her face into my pussy, “Want to look down and check if my hymen is broken or something?”
“Fine, fine,” Ysabel let it go. She rested her head on my shoulder. “But you still got to be hungry for some kind of affection, right? I mean anything from a hug or kiss or some shit like that.”
I nodded back and said, “Yeah, I do. Not sure if I miss it so much that I need you to match me up with some old fuck. I’ll give it a try, though, for you.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “I just want you to be happy.”
I could only smile back. I was going to ask about what to wear and all but Matt came walking down the stairs with his phone in his hand.
“He’s coming,” Matt announced before he took a seat beside Ysa. He planted a kiss on her cheek and then flicked her shoulder with his finger, motioning for her to come back and sit on his lap. As soon as she was on top he dug his hand underneath her blouse and I saw him cup her breast. Fucking perverts but it made me giggle.
She kissed him back then asked, “Well, are we going to watch TV or get ready? What time are we going, babe?”
“Can we go before nine?” I wanted to go out early so we could get home early. The last time they tried to set me up it was almost midnight and the guy I was with tried so hard to get into my pants, saying it was only logical for me to sleep at his place since we were a little drunk at the time. “I just want to get home before midnight.”
Matt nodded, “Yeah, me too. I don’t think I can handle staying up so late anymore. Maybe I just need to exercise a little more. How ‘bout we go by eight-thirty so we can bowl and eat by nine?”
Ysabel and I both agreed to those terms. That meant we had around forty minutes to get ready and I had absolutely no fucking idea what to wear. While I was in the shower I could only think about what this guy might look like. Matt said he was around forty-nine or forty-eight and was a well-respected guy in the business industry. In my head, however, that only painted the image of a balding billionaire and not exactly someone I would want to hang out with, much less be romantically involved with.
I spent even more time making a mess out of my closet. I tried on something pink, something hanging, something black and leather but none of it seemed to give the impression I wanted. I was a sJackl girl for someone my age - I’m twenty-five, by the way - standing only five-feet-two. I had green eyes, long, light brown hair that went down to my hips and a very petite, firm body build. Most men I dated said I’d make a fortune as a porn star but the idea never latched on to me. Maybe when I’m thirty and still broke as fuck.
Ysabel came rattling on my door about ten minutes before we had to leave.
“Hey, what the fuck’s taking so long?” she asked as she barged into my room. I turned around and stood there in front of her, naked and bedazzled with confusion. She took one quick look at me and burst out laughing.
“What?”
She smiled and raised an eyebrow then said, “Why not that red dress we bought last Christmas? It looks good on you if you wear those heels.”
I remembered that dress. It was really tight, especially around the waist. Might make me look like a muffin if I’m not fit enough. Fuck. That got me a little worried. What if I gained weight or something?
“I can’t wear that,” I told her as I put my hands around my waist. “It won’t fit, I’ll look like a fucking walrus.”
She looked at me like I was the craziest person in the world. “You got a tiny body. Stop complaining and get into that dress.”
I could only roll my eyes and move along as she pushed me towards the closet. I looked over some of the clothes I had and for a moment I figured I should just go with the green backless top and a mini-skirt but then I remembered it had a freaking hole that could expose my nipples if I’m not careful with it. The red dress, I guess, was the evening’s choice.
The damn thing was tight but when I tried it on and looked into the mirror I found it accentuated my ass and breasts more. I guess that was a good thing. It was also pretty high so I decided to go with a nice lacey thong.
When I reached for a bra Ysabel slapped my hand away.
“Hey, my tits aren’t exactly bombshell size,” I tried to reason out. Truth be told, I had fairly large breasts but I was never really comfortable with them. Maybe spending so much time with really liberated people like Ysa has gotten me to question my opinion about my own body… or maybe I was just being a crazy idiot.
“You’re boobs are fine,” she answered and pointed at how my nipples were pressing against the tight fabric of the dress. “And besides, just look at how your nipples are showing. If you get turned on by this guy he’ll know.”
I felt the blood rushing in my cheeks as I blushed.
“Well, hurry up,” she said nonchalantly when she noticed. Ysa walked out of the room and yelled out “Put on some heels. We’ll wait for you downstairs.”
“Wait!”
She paused and looked back, “Yeah?”
“What’s his name?”
She grinned then answered, “Dylan.”
***
“Okay, I look fucking ridiculous.”
Matt looked at me as we got out of the car. The look on his face was the exact opposite of how I felt. It was like he was stripping me naked with his eyes
. I wanted to drill my fingers into his skull and then slap him silly with his own eyeballs. Okay, I was getting a bit morbid but there’s no denying he made me feel uncomfortable.
At least he thought I was hot or maybe he just saw me like any other girl: a piece of meat to strip and fuck. I wonder how he made Ysa feel. I knew she had feelings for him but even she admitted to me before she only married him to stay financially stable. He was her bank, lover and sexual partner so why’d she ever look elsewhere?
Matt didn’t know Ysa was on birth control every three months. He always figured she just couldn’t have children. She never brought it up and so I never told him either. I guess he’d find out one day but it’s not like they were in a rush to build a family. I hear them every night fucking wildly in the other room and a kid might disturb that ongoing routine.
Ysa stepped out of the car, looked at me once, then laughed. “Girl, you’re fine. Come on, let’s go. He’s already in and he’s got us a table.”
“He should, I think he owns this place,” Matt commented as we began walking across the parking lot and into the restaurant.
It was a very lavish type of establishment too. From the red and gold colors it appeared to be some kind of Chinese restaurant but I couldn’t really spot any Chinese decorations. I did see some green jade decorations and an abundance of roses so I presumed my guess to be right. It had to be Asian of some sort.
The interiors also did not resemble that of a traditional restaurant. Every table had its own little room. It was like every customer stepping in had to be some sort of VIP. There were large flat-screen televisions in each “room” and the tables varied in sizes. Some were designed for ten or twelve people and others were just sJackl enough for a group of four. Each table had the same basic design though: white tablecloth and a lazy Susan in the middle. I guess this would make it easier for food to be passed around for a table of ten people.
