Chapter 106: He prefers dicks

Laura.

"How about this? Fits me right?" Maisie's voice streams through the speakers. I'm at work while she's at home, calling me on a video call just to show me the newest clothes she bought.

I look up from the file on my desk to the screen.

The office is almost empty. It's break time, and most people have gone out to have lunch, save for Marco and Cecilia, the newest member of the department.

Apparently, Mr. Paul frowns at the idea of bringing back Patricia and Cersei into the department despite their changed behaviour.

Instead, he brings in new people.

"Come on, flower girl, say something!" Maisie hoots from the screen.

I sigh, giving the dress a once-over.

"It looks superb."

"Yes, I knew it!" Maisie throws her hands up, giggling proudly.

She removes the dress, looking at the pile of clothes on the bed to pick up another.

"Why the change of wardrobe?" I ask.

Not that the new set of clothes is overly decent, but it's not something Maisie would wear on a normal day.

"Nothing." She shrugs. "I just decided to improve."

"Just like you decided to find a decent job?" I chime in, piercing her with my eyes.

Maisie sighs, then slumps into the bed, eyes on me through the screen.

"Listen, flower girl, changes can happen anytime to anyone..."

"Yeah, but something usually causes it. No one just ups and transforms." I counter. She shrugs.

"I guess I did." She replies.

Despite her struggle to maintain her facade of truth, I can still see the lies beneath.

"Well, that's still...weird." We both exhale at once. "But have you gotten a decent job then?"

"Oh, don't even remind me about that crappy experience. So, someone who just attended high school can't get a professional job in L.A, only those with diplomas and post-graduate certificates can? That's horrible."

I snicker, cupping my hand on my mouth to hide it, but, of course, Maisie notices it.

"Hey! Don't even delight in my plight!" She chides, pointing at me through the screen, eyes bulging.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." I laugh out loud now. "I remember you insisting that going to a university isn't your thing. I mean, you practically told me you've a pussy and sexy breasts, that's the best certificate a woman would ever need, and now you're complaining about companies not being fair in employment?"

My laughter echoes, wracking through my body and releasing my knotted muscles.

I hear Maisie chuckling too.

"Well, I wasn't wrong entirely, you know. Most CEO's pretend they want educated women, but once you offer them pussies..." she snaps her fingers. "There you go, job offered."

"Not all. At least, Mr. Paul isn't like that." I counter, reducing my voice.

She snorts. "Maybe he prefers dicks."

"Maisie!" I bark in criticism.

"What? It could be true." I roll my eyes while she chuckles. However, her next words stun me. "That's why I'm moving to New York now."

My brows furrow. I blink rapidly, unsure of what I heard. "What?"

She nods. "Yeah. My mother's husband has offered me a job to work as his assistant in his company-- Therapy Associates. Sounds good, right?"

She sounds way too excited for this offer, which makes me suspicious.

Maisie's going to work for Clint Green in his company?

Why does the offer excite her more than it should? I mean, that's her stepfather we're talking about.

"You don't even know anything about therapy!?" I ask, glaring accusingly at her, the gaze blazing.

"I know, that's why I'm going to work as an assistant, flower girl, instead of as a therapist."

She sounds convinced, hence, I throw up my hands in surrender.

"Sounds like a good offer to me. "Congratulations, Sie-Sie."

She hugs the air, pretending it's me. "Thank you, my pretty, flower girl. But make no mistake, I'll be coming here to see you, and if Liam finally shows up? I'll be here to fulfill my promise," she slides her fingers over her neck in a slaughtering gesture, causing me to burst into laughter.

"Fine, I'll alert you when he shows up."

Before we ended the call, I already heard grams' voice hollering Maisie's name from downstairs.

As the video goes off the screen, I continue what I was doing- typing away codes on the screen.

In between, I receive a notification on Facebook that

My curiosity rises.

I press on the notification, and yeah, it truly is the Alicia I know.

I go to her timeline, seeing all the slutty pictures she posts and she tags Michael to them all.

The video she posted from that night we went to a party at Antonio's house caught my attention.

It's a video of her giving Michael a lap dance.

My breath catches as I watch the video, taking in all the way she smoothly grinds her ass over Michael.

There's not a single emotion on Michael's face, but Alicia's was full of lust.

My eyes run down to the comment section, and I read some of the comments.

"That was wild."

"Why isn't he smiling? If it was me, you're rocking like that, I'd fucking lick you up."

"I bet you got wet doing that?"

"Damn! That's hot!"

My breath turns labored, reading all that.

I force myself to blink away the video and the thoughts pounding through my head.

She planned all this!

Is Michael aware she posted something like this?

Jeez!

Now, this same woman is living in Michael's house. I know she's wounded, but what if she's pretending about it?

What if...she wants to snake her way back into Michael's life?

Never!

I'd never let that happen.

Michael's mine and it's high time she got that into her head.

I rise up from my desk, going to the one place that'll give me the privacy I need- the tech lab.

I close the doors behind me, locking myself in.

Then I turn on all the computers, connecting them as one.

Then I call Michael on a video call.

My heart pounds crazily at what I'm to do, but I don't care, nor do I bother to stop.

He has to respond.

Finally, he picks up, his handsome face filling all the screens.

He has a cigar between his lips but takes it out and puffs a string of smoke.

I swear, I can perceive the nicotine even from here.

"Malishka?" He calls and smirks.

My god, he's bare-chested and sweating hard like he's been exercising until my call came in.

Yeah, his labored breaths confirm it, and when he raises the phone further up, I see the background. He's in the gym.

That makes me throb.

"You're in the gym?" I ask, breathlessly.

"Yes, little flame. Any problem?"

I gulp down the lump forming in my throat.

"No...um...yeah..." I stutter, my cheeks blotching in embarrassment.

Why the hell are my words fumbling?

Michael's brows furrow. "Tell me what's wrong, my little flame. Anything daddy can help with?"

I close my eyes for a minute, feeling his hot gaze on me.

When I open them, I place a demand. "Show me your cock, daddy. I want to see it."

Michael smirks, his blue eyes glinting. "Just that? Is my girl horny at work?"

I bite my lip in anticipation as he calmly sets his phone down at his waist level.

"What will you do if I say yes?" I ask him in return as he works on his pants, untying the rope.

"Then, I'll wank for you so hard you wouldn't know when you'll come with my name on your lips."

"Then do it."

And Michael does, unleashing his hard, monster cock from his pants. Seeing it, I lose a breath and a heartbeat, my pussy beading with need.

Tbc.