Chapter 16 Vulnerable
By Alejandro
We were heading to the office when her phone rang. It's rare for her to talk on the phone; she texts a couple of times a day with her friend Emi and occasionally, in the afternoon, she talks to her mother or father, no more than 5 minutes.
She answered without looking at the number. We were sitting next to each other, my driver was taking us, as always.
"Hello."
"Finally, you answer."
I heard everything because, as I said, we were sitting very close together. I always stick close to her.
"Diego, what do you want?"
She tensed up when she heard his voice.
Does she still feel something for him?
My heart was beating fast, and I didn't know why.
"I want you to come back to me."
"I'm not interested."
"I already told you that you'll regret it if you don't come back."
I couldn't believe how he was threatening her.
"You don't scare me."
"You have parents, friends, cousins. Don't think only about yourself."
I wanted to grab her phone and reach through it to confront that guy and kill him.
I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles were white.
"Look, you son of a bitch, I'm not afraid of you. My parents can take care of themselves. I'm not 16 anymore when you charmed me with lies, nor 17 or 18 when I forgave you for everything, including fear. You're a piece of shit, and I only despise you."
"You're the piece of shit, and you'll regret it. I even made your cousin Karina get an abortion so you wouldn't find out she was pregnant with my child."
I noticed her sudden paleness.
"Karina?"
"Yes, and I had a better time with her than with you."
"That's your problem. Don't call me again."
She hung up.
Her hands were trembling.
I think she didn't even register that we were in the car.
She dialed a number.
"Emi, it's Karina."
"What?"
"The one who was pregnant with Diego when I saw him with someone else, she's the third one."
"Your cousin?"
"Yes, my cousin."
"That bitch, that fake bitch. I'm deleting her from my birthday guest list. Are you okay?"
"Yes, but my cousin..."
"She's as shitty as he is."
"Yes, they're the same. They deserve each other, but she had an abortion..."
"She wouldn't have been able to handle a child. You wouldn't have done that."
"Thank God, never..."
She looked at me. I think she realized I was next to her and paying attention to her conversation.
She hung up.
I hugged her and cursed my luck. If we had been at home or in the office, with her so vulnerable, I could have made her mine.
I know, I can't stop thinking about having sex with her.
"He's an idiot," I said.
"I don't care about him... but my cousin."
"Don't care about her either."
"Luckily, she doesn't live with us. She was the first candidate Emi and I talked to, but she thought the expenses were on us, and when we corrected her, she got offended. I'm an idiot; I never suspected anything."
"You're smart, beautiful, sweet, but not an idiot. You're..."
I kissed her, and she kissed me back like she hadn't in a long time.
Our tongues danced together, and an electric charge took over my body.
The driver wasn't going to look, I was sure, so my hands went under her skirt, to her intimacy.
I hurried my kisses and squeezed her clitoris while inserting two fingers that went in and out.
We had to suppress our moans. My other hand searched under her bra.
I couldn't stop, and she didn't push me away. My penis wanted to burst out of my pants.
I felt her hips move and her back arch.
She was very sensitive, very.
I saw her bite her lips hard and look at me, pulling my hand away from her intimacy.
She was shaking and suppressing an orgasm.
Her chest was heaving, and I was about to explode.
We pulled away without speaking.
I swear I tried to think about something else. I didn't dare to fantasize about doing it in my office. I was so aroused that I couldn't control myself. If I had been driving, I would have parked the car and taken her.
Omar was waiting for me to talk about the issue with the temporary shelters.
Then we had a meeting with Carlos, who wouldn't stop saying a thousand things to her.
Nothing inappropriate, but what he was doing seemed like harassment, at least to me.
When we were alone with Omar, wrapping up the meeting, Valeria was gathering documents from the boardroom when Omar started talking about some prostitutes we had been with at an orgy.
I wanted to kill him.
When I looked at her, she already had that cold smile.
Without responding to my friend, I approached her to tell her I was waiting for her in my office.
Ten minutes later, I was entering my office, but she didn't want to follow through with anything.
Once again, I missed the chance to be with her.
I called a prostitute; I needed to vent all I felt for her in the car.
When the woman announced herself, I felt, or at least it seemed to me, that her voice was trembling.
She doesn't want me, and I wasn't going to be left wanting anything.
While with that girl, Valeria sent me a message.
She knows she shouldn't interrupt me.
I didn't read it because she knew she could only interrupt me if my father came by, and I assumed it had to do with what happened in the car and her trembling voice.
I was happy that she finally showed some jealousy.
An hour later, when I left my office with the girl, I didn't see her at her desk. It was strange because she would never leave her post and always called security to escort my companion to the door.
I read the message she had sent me, and it said my father had arrived.
That had nothing to do with her not being in her place, although I had once told her that if I was with someone, she should entertain him.
I heard voices coming from my father's office.
I returned to my office and called security myself to escort the girl.
It took them a few minutes to arrive, and when my companion left, I headed to my father's office.
I was disappointed; I wanted her to be jealous, to write to interrupt something because it hurt her to see me with someone else.
I don't know if it hurts her; I suppose it must bother her somehow.
It bothers me that it doesn't bother her, although her gesture, that distant and almost fake smile, must mean it annoys her.
After all, she's human, perfect, but human.
I'm still feeling her tremors from when we were in the car, and I think about how Vale avoided climaxing from my caresses. I think she was never so close to having an orgasm with me.
I think about that, and I'm aroused again, and a prostitute just left.
Her rejection is becoming eternal.
I'm getting desperate for her, more each day.
I don't know what to think anymore, so much sex is just to exhaust me and not want her, and it's true I always had a lot of sex, but not like this. I have friends or prostitutes in my office, others at night at my house, and she's there, learning about my life, only making the occasional sarcastic comment and always in her place.
Today was the only time I saw her out of control, and it wasn't because of me.
It was because of her ex-boyfriend, it's unbelievable how he threatened her.
I'm going to have him investigated; I don't want him to hurt her.
What happened today left her vulnerable, and more than because of her ex-boyfriend, it was because of her cousin's pregnancy and abortion.
She was very hurt, and I, without wasting time, took advantage of that.
I don't regret it, and I would do it a thousand times more, Valeria will be mine.
I entered my father's office, who stood up to hug me. I hadn't seen him for a few months, although we talked almost daily about business.
I sat next to Valeria, who was informing him of what my father was asking.
Although the conversation often drifted to general topics.
It's strange to see my father talk so cordially with an employee, especially considering he just met her.
He even made a few jokes.
He must already know that I'm not sleeping with her and how competent Valeria is.
It's not that my father is unfriendly; I am when it doesn't involve women, but he usually keeps a certain distance from employees.
Of course, Valeria is special, and she's the secretary who has lasted the longest with me.
She has a lot of knowledge, she's truly cultured, and despite being so young, she never loses her composure, except today...
It's not that she lost her composure, but she did curse out that jerk.
The one who had her in his arms, and she put up with his infidelities and many other things, from what I could hear.
She only got upset that he went out with her cousin and that he told her the cousin had an abortion because of her. She immediately turned to Emi.
That made her vulnerable, and I keep telling myself it was the perfect opportunity to make her mine, she even forgot about the driver...
I touched her as I wanted, and she touched me... I get hard again just thinking about it, and now she's next to me, smelling her perfume drives me wild.