Misconduct 2

by Nicety

  MISCONDUCT

  Part 2

  Nicety

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  DEDICATION

  I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS NOVEL TO EVERY MARRIED COUPLE WHO HAS EVER HAD A PROBLEM IN THEIR MARRIAGE. WHETHER YOU’VE TRIED TO FIX IT, WORKED IT OUT, AND/OR REMAINED TOGETHER, AS LONG AS YOU KNOW YOU PUT IN THE WORK AND GAVE IT YOUR ALL THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS. KEEP REACHING FOR LOVE.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  SPECIAL SHOUT OUTS go to my family and my friends

  who have supported my dream of becoming a published writer.

  They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

  I’m making you proud now! Also to my dedicated readers for

  without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  To some very special people who have been rocking

  with me and supporting me from day one, your love knows no bounds.

  Much love goes out to my editors Latosha Scruggs and Samantha Kennedy. You ladies are truly a blessing. Jackie Figueroa, the CEO of #TeamNicety, I couldn’t do it without you diva. If you rep #TeamNicety, then this book is for you.

  Chapter 8

  Chino

  The entire weekend went by without so much as a sound or peep from Starla. The only way I knew she was in the house was from the sounds of the doors opening and closing, as she entered or left a room downstairs. She refused to let me see her, remaining only in the guest bedroom in the back of the house for much of the time. It was as if she was saying we were done for good this time. I didn’t get it.

  A part of me wanted to go talk to her, let her know that we need to get the divorce proceedings underway. It would be good for us to part rather than continue to live as angered roommates. However, another part of me wanted to gut punch her with the papers and tell her to kiss my white ass. Still, I loved her and that was a fight within myself as well. But she did not want to be cordial through all of this, so since she wanted to play games I was going to play her little game right along with her.

  When I left the house an hour ago, she was in the room with the door closed tight. I simply left, catching breakfast at a McDonald’s drive thru, trying to ignore the fact that I was no longer even getting breakfast or dinner in my own home. I could not even get a home cooked meal. It was over; there was no denying it anymore. At the firm, I was the man of the hour when I made it there.

  All eyes were on me and silence filled the room as I walked to my office. Mario was standing outside of his office, which was right next door to mine, smiling from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas day. I did not want to even ask what the hell the issue was with everyone, yet somehow I knew it had to have had something to do with Starla not showing up to work these past couple of weeks.

  “Hey sugar. Eating well I see.” Ashley sarcastically poked my McDonald’s bag as I entered my office, sipping on my blazing hot coffee damn near choking on it from her presence.

  “Wow. Isn’t this a surprise? To what do I owe this visit?”

  “Well something told me you were going to be eating poorly today so I came to take you out to brunch to get a real meal.” She took my bag and tossed it in the small trashcan next to my desk. I had only taken two bites of my bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit.

  “Ashley, I wasn’t done with that yet.” To say that I was annoyed was an understatement.

  “Oh, yes you were. Great men shouldn’t have food on the brain that makes them overweight and lethargic. You should be eating a well-balanced meal, sugar. See that’s why you need a good woman on your arm who will cook for you and make sure you never go hungry.”

  I had not seen Ashley since the day at the gym but she was always on my mind. So even though I was excited to see her, her showing up in my place of business unannounced did not sit well with me. I sat down at my desk hungry as ever and a little upset that she had tossed my food away.

  Her hips swayed seductively, as she sauntered over behind my chair rubbing my shoulders to relax my mind. I tried to focus in on logging into my computer, but her light intoxicating fragrance filled my nose making all sense of thought dwindle away. Ashley leaned over gently pecking my neck moving up to my ear nibbling away at it with her soft delicate lips. It felt like it was being massaged with marshmallows, it was so damn soft.

  “Listen, Ash. There’s something I gotta tell you. Something that’s been on my mind for some time now and before this gets any further I think I ought to tell you the real deal.” I stood up trying to put some space in between she and I.

  “I’ve got something to tell you too.” She leaned in to kiss my lips.

  “No, Ashley—“

  Her sweet sensual kisses pummeled me again, forcing her body in between my arms. I tried to push her away. Actually I could have tried a little harder but I really did not want to. It felt good to have someone desire me again in that way. She felt so good. Her breath was so sweet and her tongue was so moist and soft like a cloud, as she shoved it into my mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and gently ran my hand across her breasts, feeling like I was going to take her right there in my office, right there on top of my desk.

  At that moment, I did not give a fuck about the people outside the door waiting to see if we would come out hand in hand. The only thoughts flowing through my mind, was getting off. All I wanted was to stick my dick in some pussy and skeet until I could skeet no more, and if she got pregnant then so what. I was horny as fuck but as I pushed her off of me sending her back a few steps, my ugly conscience came into play.

  “You don’t want me? Is that it? All those years of flirting and playing the background and now you want to act all shy.” She moved forward then reached down grabbing my piece squeezing it firmly in her hand.

  “OH!” I jumped. “Ashley, no baby. I think we need to talk first.”

  “What is it? Am I coming on too strong? That’s just the lawyer in me, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll tone it down if you need me to,” She rambled, feverishly pecking at my neck.

  “No…well yes. But, that’s not it. I may have lied to you in the beginning. When we first chatted.”

  “Wait, what do you mean? You may have lied to me or you did, Chino?” She backed off abruptly.

  “I may have did.” I stuck my hands into my slacks pockets. “Truth is Ashley… I’m married.”

  I groaned heavily when the words exited my mouth. Staring into her face, I could see that she was a bit hurt by the news. She was wearing her hair down again and she adorned a nicely fit grey short skirt suit with some sexy ass shiny black heels. Starla had on
e similar that hugged all of her curves. Almost instantly, I could hear Mario’s voice in my head calling me the biggest dummy in the world.

  Nevertheless, I could not continue to live a lie, knowing that Ashley was looking for more than just another friendship. She was already talking about being the woman to cook for me and make sure I ate right, that was wife material if I had ever saw it. So I could tell she was trying to put her bid in to make sure that she became one.

  “But where’s your ring? You don’t even have a ring on.” She crossed her arms staring down at the floor distraught. “Do you have kids too that you neglected to mention?”

  “No. Well, not anymore." I took a deep breath. "We had a daughter but she died last year.”

  “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, Chino. If there’s anything—“

  “It’s okay. Really. Anything anybody will do at this point would be futile. But, I appreciate that though. Thanks.”

  “So do you love her? I mean, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did. What I meant was, are you both happy?”

  “Honestly—“

  “Yes, please. Nothing but honesty from here on out would be great,” She interrupted.

  I sighed again. “Honestly, we are on the brink of divorce. That’s why I don’t where my ring anymore. I keep it in my briefcase. After the death of our daughter she just started going rogue on me and every attempt I’ve tried to bring her back has failed. I’m just lost at the moment. I can’t make anyone stay with me who doesn’t want to stay.”

  I took a seat back down in my chair. Sympathy was not what I was seeking when I said those words, shit but even I felt sorry for myself though. I sounded like a schmuck, a poor Joe who was at the end of his pitiful rope. I sounded down right doleful, which was something that was not sexy about any man to any woman. Ashley would surely walk right out that door and think to herself that she threw herself at yet another lame ass dude. I continued to beat myself up in my mind for the next few seconds when…

  “Okay. So, since you’re not in love with her anymore and you are on the brink of divorce then I can deal with that. Out with the old and in with the new right?” She smiled awkwardly as she headed over to me.

  “Huh?” Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. I mean from the way you’re talking it seems like she’s beat you down to your lowest point. It’s miraculous that you’re even able to continue to come into work everyday. But, I know you and I know your potential. With the right woman on your arm baby, you can do magic.”

  Her words were like water and I was the sponge soaking every bit of that shit up. She made me feel like I was the greatest man in the world when she spoke to me. I didn’t know if it was my loins talking to me or my heart but whatever it was I felt like I was floating on a sea of clouds. Ashley did have one thing wrong though, and it was that I didn’t love Starla. I never said that, hell if I did that would definitely be a lie.

  But breaking that to her especially when she had made her mind up about me was not something that I could do. What she thought sounded like a man beat down was actually a man still in love not knowing what to do with his feelings. I refused to say anything to Ashley though because if I did get a divorce, I would be happy that she would be right there helping me get over her.

  “So, how’s about that brunch?” Ashley delicately tasted my lips with her tongue.

  “Oh. Ashley, I really wish I could but I’ve got a ton of work that needs to be done here and its Monday morning, you know. I’ve got briefs to look over and meetings—“

  “Trust and believe that I never want to come in between your work. Don’t you think that I of all people know exactly what you’re dealing with here? I know exactly how busy this line of work is and I never want to stand in the way of a businessman and his money. But, all fun and no play makes Chino a dull boy,” she whispered into my ear as her hand gently grazed my bulge rubbing to make it hard.

  “Ashley, I—“

  “Shhh. I won’t take no for an answer baby. Don’t make me take you right here in your office.” She kneeled.

  “Ashley.”

  Apart of me wanted her too. It was my greatest fantasy to have office sex and Starla would never want to, siting that everyone would label her the office slut. She was always so worried about what others had to say about her even though we were married, always so wrapped up in appearances. It never mattered to me. We were married and that was what married couples did, explore. Ashley, on the other hand, was spontaneous and uninhibited. She would drop it like it was hot right in a Burger King waiting line if she needed to just to keep her man happy. That was the kind of shit that I liked, that I craved.

  “Okay, okay. Let’s get out of here.” I agreed speaking from my dick and not my brain.

  “Thank you ’cause I was not looking forward to getting rug burn.”

  “So where do you want to go get something to eat? I know this nice little steak joint around the corner,” I suggested grabbing my suit jacket and holding the door open for her.

  “Steak huh? Yeah, that does sound nice. But, I’ve got something even better on the menu.”

  “Oh, yeah. What’s that?”

  “Hot pussy on a platinum platter,” she whispered before winking and walking out headed for the elevator.

  “That’s my boy!” Mario grinned happily hitting the wall silently as we walked past.

  All I could do was shoot him the wink of reassurance. The office was quiet and every secretary’s sight was fastened on me, as we walked side by side to the elevator. Ashley had sort of a scouring smirk on her face like she understood that she was the shit and all the other women envied her. In the elevator, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her nice plumped ass provoking me to squeeze it firmly. I tried to control the thoughts in my mind, more so that my dick would not get rock hard. Admittedly, I adored that she aspired to have me walking with a stiff one all the way to the car.

  I held her ass without any reservations about who saw or what they believed, all the way to the parking garage. I held the passenger side door open for her, before venturing to the other side and sliding in. By the time I slid in the driver’s seat, she was undoing my belt buckle and unbuttoning my pants. I had barely gotten the door closed before she was whipping my dick out with no hesitation.

  I simply watched, put my hands on the back of the seats, leaned back and enjoyed the show. Ashley was more than a woman. She was one who had me amazed that such a woman knew what she wanted and went for it, no games. I should have been stopping her but I was enjoying it way too much. She got on her knees in the seat as I reached to feel her juicy backside once more, slapping it every time her mouth went down on my cock.

  Love had absolutely nothing to do with it, though I loved every minute of it. And, with only a few minutes into the head, was about to cum right away. When she sucked, I felt like she was extracting the cum out of me as it reached the top of the head without haste. I grabbed her head hoping to slow her motions down so I could control it but she was well at work, bobbing like there was no tomorrow and jacking me off with her hand at the same time. With her other hand she cuffed my balls and tightened her lips. Her moans vibrated my shaft as my body locked up tight holding on for dear life. There was no way I could hold it after that.

  “Ah, shit! Ashley!” I skeeted all in her mouth and she kept on sucking the straw of her Slurpee, swallowing every drop. I heard her gulp it all as it quenched her thirst.

  She grabbed my dick in her hand, stroking it as she inserted it deep into her mouth once more forcefully. Her lips enveloped me, sucking as hard as she could yet still remaining gentle. She stroked it using her thumb and index finger to go from the base all the way up to the head, while allowing her saliva to moisturize the path.

  Ashley got nasty with it, slurping up the saliva as she bobbed up and down faster, sucking harder not giving up as if she was a mission. I felt my dick gradually growing again in her mouth. Mission accomplished. My dick was so warm and smoo
th going back and forth in her deep canal. She was careful not to allow her teeth to scathe any parts of my shaft and for that I was damn grateful. My dick was not curved or bumpy like most she probably had dealt with before. It was perfect and stood straight at attention, which is what I heard most women loved about a good dick.

  My head fell back against the headrest, pointing towards the ceiling of the car while I struggled to keep my composure. I tried to stay limp but the professional deemed her mouth worthy of knowing better than that and did her job of counterattacking my resistance. She slobbered and slurped making loud noises as if she was sopping up gravy with a buttery biscuit.

  Her moans were loud and tantalizing sending shock waves through my body as the vibrations worked its magic on my shaft. No chick had ever made me cum this hard back to back before just by sucking my dick but it seemed that Ashley would damn sure make history today. I was proud of her. She deserved an award for the effort she was putting forth on this day. I didn’t know how to thank her for something like that but even if I could, I couldn’t speak.

  "Mmm," I moaned, squeezing my eyes hard as ever.

  “Fuck my mouth, baby,” Ashley spat, as she pulled my dick out of her mouth and stuffed it back in never skipping a beat.

  I was fascinated by this chick's work. She was dedicated and it showed. I had ran through my fair share of hoes in my past but never one that could make me bust the way I felt like I would just then, not even Starla. I tried to hold it back but it was no use. She was sucking it out of me and all I could do was grab hold of my steering wheel and enjoy the ride.

  The feeling was one so great it needed to be told and sold. I could not believe it actually felt that damn good. It was like she had taken her teeth out and replaced them with soft massagers. It was coming. I looked down at her to watch the show, peeping what she would do with the nut this time when it squirted out. I tried to catch the entire show the first time but she was so fast I missed it.