by Angela Blake
Vanessa paused and her eyes flickered as the thoughts circled in her mind. She knew Nicole was right. There was no way of getting out of this. If she would divorce Michael then she would lose everything as well. If she forced Michael to stop going out with Nicole then she would have to stop dating her guy as well.
Nicole had everything and everyone in the palm of her hand.
“Why are you here?” Michael asked Vanessa. “I thought you were heading out with your friends?”
Vanessa snapped. She reached into her bag and pulled out a large, pink vibrator shaped like a man’s cock. “I forgot my fucking vibrator, you idiot. My vibrator. The damn toy I was going to bring to have fun with Jared.”
Michael’s jaw dropped again. Nicole thought that all of the revelations were driving Michael insane.
“Who the fuck is Jared?” Nicole had to ask.
“His friend from Ohio,” Vanessa shot back. “He was the best man for our wedding. The stupid wedding our parents forged without any of our consent. You know what, you want Michael? Sure, you can fucking keep him. Fuck him all you want. I don’t care anymore, I fucking give up.”
Vanessa gave one last look at them both and then stormed out.
For several moments Michael and Nicole stood in utter silence, shocked and unsure of what to do or what to say. Nicole could only look at Michael and hope he knew what to do next.
Everything was now out in the open. Vanessa caught them in the act. She walked in on Nicole snooping around. In all honesty, Vanessa held all the cards since she could file for divorce and humiliate both Nicole and Michael in a single move. It was just a good thing that Nicole new Vanessa wasn’t being entirely faithful either and Michael got Vanessa to admit it too. They were in an impasse now.
“So,” Michael finally said, breaking the silence. “How about we order pizza?”
Nicole burst out laughing and she couldn’t help but punch Michael softly in the shoulder, “You idiot. Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Michael answered as he shut the door, locked it and began walking back to the bedroom. “I need to calm down and clear my mind of all this nonsense. I do have to ask though, what were you doing in her bedroom?”
“I just wanted to know what she looked like,” Nicole answered as she grabbed his hand and walked with him. “I was curious. I wanted to know why you don’t feel anything for her. I wanted to know why I was so important to you and what made me stand out.”
Michael paused and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I did love her, once, but that was a long time ago. At one point I honestly did try to make her happy. I thought she was gorgeous and I thought she was hot.”
“What happened?”
“I got to know who she really was,” he answered as he led her back to the bedroom. They both hopped onto the bed and Michael cuddled Nicole closely before wrapping them both with his blanket. “It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s a bitch.”
Nicole rolled her eyes and said, “Well, that’s true. I figured she was mean since there had to be some reason for you to go out and spend your money on other girls but she leapt over all my expectations. I mean, she’s like the damn Terminator or something.”
They both chuckled at her comment and both knew it was true.
“What does this mean, though?” Nicole asked. She leaned back and rested her head on his chest.
Michael shrugged, “I guess we just continue on. We’ll never even feel her presence now that the truth about everyone’s lives has been spilled out in the open. We don’t need to hide from her and she doesn’t need to hide her activities from me either.”
That was a reality Nicole never thought would come true. She shut her eyes for a moment and pondered over what it would mean in the near future and what it could result to in the long run.
Nicole couldn’t sort it all out, though, and just decided to go with the flow. For the time being, she had everything she wanted. For one time in her life she had the hot, rich bad boy and the position to tell his bitchy wife to stay out of their way. It was like high school all over again except this time she was in charge.
Chapter Nine
Three days later and they were still together. Michael took her out to the movies and they hung out in the same club they first met in for a dance and some drinks. She got bored on the second day and he was kind enough to take her out shopping.
By the evening of the third day since Vanessa left Nicole got a call from one of her new employers. She was told they had a photoshoot scheduled for her and she had to report in an hour before the photographers would arrive. That was still a few days away, however, and Michael was elevated to know he could keep her in his manor for a while longer.
“Why don’t you just move in here?” he asked her that night as they were driving back to her apartment. She had to pick up some new clothes from the laundry and make sure no one broke into her place. “If you just live with me I can take care of you. You won’t have to work and we’ll always be together.”
Nicole looked at him from the passenger seat. She reached out and held his hand, rubbing his fingers as he gripped on the steering wheel. “You know why I can’t, right? It’s still Vanessa’s home and besides, if I live there then it won’t take long for the press to put two and two together. You’ll headline all the tabloids for weeks.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s paparazzi already snooping around my house trying to figure out who you are,” Michael told her, his eyes glued to the road. “Vanessa won’t even feel your presence. We can put you up in the second floor and I’ll always stay there with you. When she comes by, she’ll only stay in her room and the facilities in the first floor. She’ll then leave and it’ll be like nothing happened.”
That was definitely appealing. Nicole took a moment to think about it but there was just so many little details stopping her from accepting the offer.
“I don’t know, babe,” she told him. “Let’s just take it a little slowly. Let me see how this situation grows with Vanessa. If it turns out all right after a month or two, then sure, I’ll move in. I just don’t want to do it now and end up regretting the decision later on.”
Michael was silent and she knew he was digesting everything she just told him. Being a rich playboy, it was probably one of the few times anyone ever stood up to him and denied him what he wanted. That slightly agitated Nicole because she feared she might end up becoming exactly like Vanessa.
“Okay, I get where you’re coming from,” he told her as he took a left turn and entered the apartment compound. “I have to admit I was hoping you’d just agree but at least you’re not flat-out saying no.”
Nicole nodded, “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying let’s give it some time and if everything looks nice and settled then I’ll definitely move in with you.”
“Sounds like a plan to me then,” Michael said. He had a beaming look of euphoria emanating from him and Nicole figured she succeeded in managing that situation. “However, I want something in return for my patience.”
Nicole giggled and wrapped an arm around his just as he parked in front of her apartment, “What do you want, my master?”
“That’s an appealing term,” Michael commented. “Well, how about we start with taking your hands and using them to undo my zipper.”
A wicked smile grew on Nicole’s face. She kept her gaze glued to his as she zipped down and reached for his cock. When she grabbed it she noticed it was already getting stiff. She wasted no time in liberating it from his pants and looked with glee as it popped out into the open air. The mere sight of his manhood got Nicole drooling and her pussy began to moisten in anticipation.
“You’re looking horny already,” Michael also noticed how turned on she was. “Let’s work on that. Come on down, babe, give me the best blow job you can.”
Nicole didn’t say a single word. She was already thinking of it before he even said it and was halfway down by the time he finished his sentence. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. Toying
with it using her tongue, she felt a warm sense of joy whenever he’d jolt, grunt or moan in pleasure.
Michael took her by the hair and gripped her head with his hands. Nicole knew he was getting really turned on by the way she played with his cock in her mouth and this feeling intensified when he pushed down on her head.
Instantly she felt his cock thrust deep into her mouth and her throat. Her eyes squinted and for a fleeting second she couldn’t breathe but then her head went up. He gave her half a moment to gather her bearings before slamming her head back down. Her throat constricted, tightening around his cock.
Nicole loved every second. As she deepthroated his cock she slobbered all over it and moaned in ecstasy. Unconsciously she had reached down between her legs and was playing with her clit as Michael continued to push and pull her head onto his cock.
In no time at all he exploded, flooding her mouth with his warm cum. She kept his cock in her mouth, swallowing as much of his seed as she could. Some of his fluid began to drool by the side of her lips and she gleefully licked it all clean.
When she looked up at him, she saw he was soaking in the moment. His eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily but there was a satisfied look on his face, a look she took pride in knowing it was her who brought it onto him.
It was at that moment that Nicole felt all the power in the world was in her hands. Even with the truth out in the open, Michael was hers. He wanted her, he desired her, he couldn’t handle losing her and he wouldn’t give her up even with Vanessa already in his life.
“Baby,” Nicole whispered in a low, sultry voice to seduce him even further. “Baby, I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”
That turned on a switch in Michael that drove Nicole insane. She smiled when she saw how his face lit up like it was on fire. He grabbed her, pulled her out of the passenger seat and placed her on his lap. Michael immediately reclined his chair and then worked on raising her skirt. When he couldn’t find a way to help Nicole out of her panties her grabbed the fabric and tore them right off.
“Come here baby,” he told her as he guided his cock into her pussy. Nicole let out a soft moan as she felt his manhood penetrate into her flesh. She sat on his cock and felt it burst into her very body and she cooed softly with every moment it rubbed against her flesh.
“Come here baby,” Michael repeated. “Let me make some magic with you. I’m all yours. You’re mine.”
Nicole smiled to herself. Those were the words she wanted to hear. Before she let go of her mind and fucked him in his car, she finally took a moment to bask herself in the satisfaction.
THE END
BOSSY BILLIONAIRE
Chapter One
“Damn it, Alexa,” Josh whispered as he looked at me one more time. I was naked, wet from the shower, reaching for the towel hanging on his bedroom doorknob. “How the fuck did I end up sleeping with a hot bitch like you?”
Alexa smiled as she wrapped herself in the towel then said “You saw me on the dance floor, approached and said you couldn’t even believe I was real.”
“I still don’t,” Josh told her. He lay on his bed, his manhood throbbing for her to see. “You’re so fucking hot, like a unicorn.”
“Why, thank you,” Alexa replied as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached back and played with his toes. “I do have to go though.”
Josh’s face curled with an expression of longing, “Will I see you again? Can I drive you home?”
Alexa looked back and shrugged, “Maybe you’ll see me at the same club, on the same dance floor.”
“Dancing with a different man,” he finished. He sat up and stroked her back with his fingertips, “You’re cruel, you know that? You’re really cruel.”
“No, darling,” she said. “You just can’t put a leash on a unicorn, baby.”
***
Back home, Alexa took another bath. She loved the feeling of hot water on her skin. She spent another fifteen minutes resting in the bath tub, listening to music on her phone while she relaxed and tried to figure out what to do next.
At twenty-seven years old Alexa had already achieved everything she could desire. She had a great job working as a secretary for the Vice President of the biggest insurance company in the country and she already owned a decent home and car. With long legs, blonde hair and blue eyes she could quit any day and work as a model or just hook guys in and make them support her for the rest of her life.
The problem was that she was getting bored. Getting drunk and sleeping with hot guys was becoming a routine for her and it was starting to lose its bite. She wanted something more.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself when she couldn’t even think of where to go for the night. “Maybe I should stay at home and watch crap on Netflix.”
But first, there was work to finish. After she took her bath Alexa went straight to her desk and laptop and started working on a few spreadsheet documents. The company was getting a new Vice President soon and she was still going to serve as secretary so it was important she could get the new guy up to date. Transitional periods were always difficult to handle and this would be no different.
She was used to it, however, having worked for multiple employers in the past three years in the same company. Most guys that reach this position were old and ready to retire in a few months’ time. It was a rarity to see one under fifty and still capable of running a company for more than a few years, especially one as big as Star Insurance Global.
Her current boss was already in his late seventies and was retiring in just a few more days. She would miss him. Alexa actually liked how sweet he was to her. Old Jim wasn’t a pervert or anything like that and genuinely treated her like a professional. It was only when they were having lunch out of the office that he joked around. Even in those moments, she felt comfortable with him, like she was his daughter.
“File this here, attach this there,” she whispered as she worked. She logged back in to her YouTube account and played music videos while working. The beat gave her a rhythm to work with and she finished her job quicker than she anticipated. When everything was saved in her USB flash drive she tossed it into her hand bag, took off her clothes, and went to bed.
Chapter Two
“Alexa’s here,” Janet said as she opened the reception hall doors.
Alexa walked right in and greeted everyone with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a tight black dress and six-inch high heels but she wore the little outfit with pride. She knew she had an amazing figure and with all eyes on her she knew she stole the moment. It was the perfect entrance.
She waved at Janet and then walked on to greet Old Jim, who was still staring at her with a warm look of affection.
“Have a happy retirement,” Alexa told him as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheeks. She then handed him a small box, neatly gift wrapped with a pink bow on top, and took a seat right beside him. “I’ll miss all our conversations over lunch.”
“I’ll miss them too,” he replied as he began opening the gift. “Now I’ll be stuck at home watching reruns of shows older than I am.”
Alexa laughed and watched the old man. She had given him a locket with their pictures inside. The look on his face was something she’d never forget.
“You’re so sweet, my dear,” Jim said as tears began to well up around his eyes. “I will miss you.”
“I miss you already,” Alexa told him. She then looked up and observed the people going about, dining and chatting while the company president, Denver, was at the podium talking about all the good times he’s had with Jim. Alexa flagged a waitress passing by and took a glass of wine. It was a tad bit too sweet but still delicious and warmed her to the bone.
Jim then tapped her on the shoulder, “Have you met the guy they hired to take my place?”
“No, not yet,” Alexa answered as she smacked her lips and placed the glass down on the table. “I hear he’s really good, though.”
Jim raised an eyebrow and nodded, �
��I have to agree, he is. He used to work for that Japanese electronics company and pulled them back up just four months after they declared bankruptcy. Right before Denver pulled him to our side he was also in negotiations to work for Apple.”
“Impressive,” Alexa shrugged. All old guys that had some sliver of intelligence could succeed in this field. “I mean, he has got to have a large list of triumphs at his age, right?”
“Oh, he isn’t an old wolf,” Jim said to her surprise. “Gary’s twenty-eight or twenty-nine, I think.”
What? That was a shocking blow for Alexa’s mind. “Wait, you mean he’s my age?”
“Can’t believe it?” Jim asked. He then pointed to the direction right behind her, “You better believe it, little lady, he’s here now.”
Alexa spun around and saw a man standing five feet behind her, holding a wine glass and chatting with some of her officemates. He was lean and tall, roughly six feet and three inches if she were to guess, and had a nice tan that went with the autumn-brown color of his hair. He had a neatly trimmed beard and thin, sharp lips. He almost looked Mediterranean if not for the deep blue hue of his eyes and the New York accent.
“That’s him?” Alexa silently mouthed to Old Jim. Jim nodded back and then raised a hand to call Gary to their table. Alexa panicked and tried to put Jim’s hand down but the young Vice President-elect had already noticed and immediately took a seat right beside her.
“Gary de Saint, meet Alexa Summers,” Jim introduced one to the other.
Alexa shook Gary’s hand, “Wow, that’s a grip.”
“Sorry,” Gary said, all the while his eyes locked onto hers. “I’m just used to giving more pressure.”
That was a weird thing to say, Alexa thought. Maybe he likes to work on cars. “Congratulations on the new position.”
