Chapter 34 My Boss And I (6)
The manner of approach is peculiar among the women. Come shabbily, they shove you off. Come correct, you are most welcome.
I slid behind the pretty lady dancing whilst catching her waist. She initially frowned until I bared my claims.
"You dazzle me that I can't stop staring," I said.
She twirled round to face me, "What you want?"
"You got a man? I can make it worth your while," I slipped some notes out from my pockets to show her.
Her lips twisted in a wry smile as her eyes ogled at me. "If you sure can afford me, I can be all yours for the night. I would do whatever you want."
That was too easy. Girls are quite easy to capture. Take, for example, my ex-girlfriend. All girls are the same, I came to my conclusion.
We walked over to the VIP section which I paid for and waited for her to undress. She refused to do anything until she was sure to rip out the money on me.
"Thought you were joking initially," she snatched the money from my outstretched hands.
I smirked, "do I look like I was joking?"
"Come, press your thing in me," she laid back on her back, her breasts jumping as she fell.
I should have been attracted by her curves and lithe figure, but her derriere only beckoned me to her.
I chuckled. Sex these days to most ladies has lacked intimacy, she was an example. At least, Hilary was better.
"I don't want that," I picked her up, swung her around, and began to finger her ass.
"What the fuck are you doing? I don't do anal!" She stormed.
"What you think I pay you for?" Irritation surged through my loins.
Her strong pushes on my arms reduced though. She finally accepted after awhile.
I just need to ease the piled-up tension within me. Mr. Tesla was cruel not to let me make love to him like he did love me. He was the top- and I was the button. I did everything he wanted of me but I wasn't privileged to be given such treatment likewise?
My cane found her tightness and began to thrust, she whimpered over her clammed mouth. Slowly, I began to be overwhelmed by the moment, neglecting the fact that it was her first time too. She struggled but I held her down, shoving the whole of me into her.
I should be thinking about the softness of a woman, my cock twitching in the warmest place ever. Instead, images of Mr. Tesla scurried through my mind. They evaporated like gases when I shook my head but the moment I resumed striking, Mr. Tesla was there again.
"Are you done?" She gasped when I finally let go of her.
I nodded, picking up my fallen trousers. "We're done here," I said, without caring about the hurt she was feeling.
I was beginning to sound like him, I paused to gather myself. I did sound just like him. Hard, dominant, and possessive. Worst, he possessed my thoughts in the most tantalizing yet demonizing way.
My shaft which had been stubbornly hard some seconds ago dwindled to a flaccid state. I dipped my hand into my pocket again and added some notes by her side.
Her eyes glowed, "you can always come back for me, my name is Regina Hall. Or you can get my contact," she suggested, as she started to wear her clothes.
Don't they all sound exactly alike, without caring who the stranger was? Money was the goal to be achieved after all.
"Don't need it," I told her as I started off the room, walking out from the club.
What I'd expected would be a welcoming touch of my former life was certainly left broken. I was already left shattered by the thought that I could always return to who I was. I didn't understand the whole concept of the relationship I had entered with Mr. Tesla. I was bound to him, with him, I found a way to dance around pleasure but not able to grasp the wholeness of it.
A car stopped before me and the driver poked his head outside; mid-twenties and lanky. I recognized him, he was Mr. Tesla's driver.
"Get in," he said.
"What for? I'm going home," I said to him.
"Mr. Tesla wants to see you. He has been trying to get to you."
I rolled my eyes backward. I'd placed my phone on the 'DND' mode to avoid his calls. Can't I be free to roam?
"Is he fucking you too?" I asked, slightly pissed that Mr. Tesla had placed him as his chauffeur entirely for a selfish reason.
"Excuse me?" He was stricken by surprise.
"Never mind," I muttered, clambering into the backseat of the car.
I should be careful with the way I spurt words from my mouth. Our relationship was still secret, I shouldn't give meaning to everything my eyes meet.
Was I getting jealous? Certainly, I was not in love with Mr Tesla. But why was he getting on my nerves?
I dropped out of the car, entered Mr Tesla's house, and reached for Mr. Tesla's room. I knew where he was, so it was easy for me to go to him. Mr. Tesla was pulling off his shirt when I came in.
Photos were littered where he sat. One caught my eye and I moved close to pick it up. It had captured the scene of me fucking the girl at the club. The others were filled with the exact image, although in different positions.
"Are you stalking me now?" I questioned.
"You keep forgetting your place, Jonah," Mr Tesla put in.
"So, I can't have the freedom to do what I like?" I asked.
"First, you are proud. Next, you're forgetting that you signed a contract with me. Your body is mine to owe and never for another. But you forgot to keep that part of the contract," he walked close to stand before me.
"My body is yours but I can't do to you what you do to me, isn't that selfish?" I spat out.
"You've forgotten you signed that," he put in.
"Am I also forgetting that a bet had led to me signing those papers of yours? You think I like being what you've made me become?"
He squinted his eyes then tried on a smile. "You've grown wings, Jonah. Unfortunately, I am forced to strip you bare," his lips slanted into a thin line.
My heart sauntered at hearing that. I would return to nothing, with no penny to my name. I might even lose my job. Damn! Wasn't he proud that I'd grown stubborn under his guidance, and now he decided to push me away on the basis that 'I've grown wings?"
"You can't be serious, Mr. Tesla? You love me!" I wailed, fighting the swell of anger within me. He was lying to me, the shock numbed me.
He was tossing me away for bei
ng proud and standing for what I wanted to do.
"Love is cruel, and if it goes against what I can accept, I don't need it." He argued.
"That means you never did love me," a tear streaked down my cheek. "Who then will take my place?" I added.
"If you stand a moment longer, you'll see."