"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you know I have a girlfriend? I'll give you the details later, don't spread rumors in the bar." I stood in front of the coffee machine, grinding coffee beans while replying.
"Alright. But yeah, I mean, your girlfriend looks so young and pretty, no wonder you're not interested in Fiona," John nodded.
"Then just stop making trouble," I said.
I made the coffee and poured a cup for John, and we sat on the couch, savoring the delicious coffee.
Soon, more guests arrived in the lobby, and we went out to attend to them.
We were so busy that we worked until closing time. John, Emily, and I went home together.
Shortly after we left the bar, my shoelace suddenly came loose. I asked John and Emily to go ahead while I crouched down to tie my shoelace.
Suddenly, a strong, glaring light passed in front of my eyes at a slow speed.
I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the light, and as I followed the direction of the car, I saw the Bentley from last night parked directly in front of the bar.
However, unlike last night, the owner of the Bentley got out of the car.
He walked around from the driver's seat to the passenger side, and that was when I got a clear look at his face.
It was actually Matthew!
Next, I heard the sound of the bar door closing and the next moment I saw Fiona throwing herself into his arms.
Fiona was in Matthew's arms, and they were passionately kissing, completely lost in the moment. In public, Matthew even placed his hand on her chest, fingers wrapping around her breasts.
So Fiona's man was Matthew.
No wonder Fiona became the lobby manager at such a young age.
Generally, it was impossible to become a lobby manager without working age and experience, and it usually took at least until the age of thirty to achieve both.
Fiona must have some intimate relationship with Matthew to become a lobby manager at such a young age.
After kissing for about three minutes, they got into the car and drove straight ahead, probably heading back to make love.
I didn't care about all that, so I got up and ran a few steps to catch up with John and Emily.
They were leisurely walking hand in hand on the street.
"Looks like I came at the wrong time." I walked up to John, playfully bumping his shoulder with my arm.
"No, no, we wouldn't be together without you," John said, waving his free hands.
Indeed, I played a part in it, but my contribution seemed different from what he said.
He thought it was because I rarely went home, giving him the chance to develop feelings for Emily.
But I thought it was because I told Emily to find a man to date and not to focus on me that she ended up dating John.
At that moment, my phone rang; it was a video call from Catherine.
"Alright, I gotta go now. My girlfriend is calling me."
After saying that, I took a few quick steps and answered the call only after walking a bit ahead of them.
"Good evening," Catherine greeted.
She was sitting at her desk, her hair casually tied up behind her head, revealing her smooth shoulders. When she saw me, she waved and smiled sweetly.
"Good evening, sweetheart, are you done with work?" I asked.
"Yes, I just finished a nearly five-hour meeting at the partner's company today to finalize the documents. I'll have a field inspection tomorrow," she answered.
"You must be tired. In three days, I'll be on my way to see you."
After that, I opened the flight booking app, set the round-trip destination, and adjusted the time to this Friday.
There happened to be a flight three hours after I got off work. Considering peak hours and boarding time, I could just make it to catch the flight.
"Okay, send me your arrival time, I'll have a driver pick you up," she said with anticipation.
I quickly took a screenshot of the flight information and sent it to Catherine. I could feel her phone vibrating, the sensation passing through the video call to my hand.
She was still wrapped in a towel as she raised her hand to open our chat and view the picture. From my perspective, I could see her slender arms, with some faint marks I had left on her before.
Just that glance made my cock erect a bit. Even memories of the marks I left on her surfaced in my mind.
My gaze then fell on her neck, where the kiss marks I left were still visible. This suddenly reminded me that I might have left a bite mark on her thigh as well.
I wanted to see how it looked now.
But I knew she wouldn't agree to show me the bite mark on her thighs because of shyness as I was in the middle of the street.
After all, the distance between her pussy and the bite mark was just a short two fingers apart.
So I changed my pace from walking to running, covering a ten-minute distance in just three minutes.
I pushed open the door of the rental house, went back to the room, and slammed the door shut, locking it.
No matter how Catherine called me, I didn't respond until I got home.
"Babe, show me the bite mark on your thighs, okay?" I said in a low, hoarse voice.
I could see a hint of desire in her eyes, at that moment, my desire to make love peaked, even more than ever before.
"Do you... do you want to make love again?" Her response was a bit slow, her voice turning soft towards the end.
A voice only the two of us could hear, with a hint of ambiguity in her tone.
"Yes, I miss you; I want you." I admitted without any hesitation, "So show me, don't be shy."
Catherine hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand to untie the knot of the towel around her body.
As the towel slipped off her, her round breasts suddenly appeared before me, causing my cock to jump with excitement.
Then she slowly spread her legs apart, holding the phone between her legs.
The camera was focused on the bite mark I left last time, which had faded quite a bit and showed only some faint imprints.
It seemed like the bite mark would disappear soon.
"It's faded. When I come to see you, I'll make sure to deepen it, and leave more on your body," I teased.
Her face blushed suddenly and she held up the phone in front of her, pointing at me with her finger. "Are you a little dog?"
"Yes, I'm a little dog who likes to nibble on you, bite you, and fuck you," I followed her words.
My rogue words stimulated Catherine, making her face blush, resembling blooming roses.