Chapter 14

Lynn POV

Leaning against the door, a smile crept up on my face, as I thought about what just happened, Shaquille and I kissed, and even though it was strictly pretending on his end, but I enjoyed it, it felt too good, better than when Fred and I did it, Oh my God, What am I saying, did I like my boss?

He wasn't my boss a minute ago when my tongue was down his throat,

No, I shook my head, but it's like in the movies where your mind creates fictional beings on your shoulders, your good side takes the shape of an angel and the other takes the shape of a demon, well whatever it is, I found myself not wanting to stop thinking about him and I feel selfish, banging the back of my head onto the door, regretting it immediately as I groaned in pain,

"Fuck," I uttered under my breath, forcing my eyes shut, I shouldn't have had that third glass of wine,

But Yes, I couldn't stop thinking about him and why? I don’t know. I know what people would say, it's either yes it no, do you like the guy or not? But that's the thing, it's more complicated than it looks, and with the first question, I have to ask myself, when did it happen? My sudden interest in my new boss... Well, not new, Mr. B did tell me once that he just the face behind the company, he didn't use those exact words but that's what he meant. God, I am overthinking, I don't know why I liked this man, I asked myself this question a few moments ago, and now I am on Mr. B, how did I get here? Yeah, how did I get here? Fantasizing about a man I barely know. So, back to square one Lynn, when did happen? Why the sudden interest?

Was it the first time you met him? The relaxed composure, his eyes?

No couldn't be, I could hardly see the man's face, and he was rude.

Then was it at the robbery? When you saw him again for the second time, strong, fearless man, the beast you met has someone changed in your prince charming in shining armor?

Even the varmint in the movie, Beauty, and Beast was a prince.

Maybe that's when it happened, I saw him for who is and not what he is trying to be, an arrogant rich kid, like the one today the Gucci store, Billy. Why do I remember his name? That's another story... For another day, buts it's also one that Shaquille must never find out. But when I look at Jensen, he wasn't like Billy, when he found up Mr. B was stealing from us, he could have kept to himself, fire us to cover his own ass, you know... Collateral damage. But he didn’t, he trusted me to tell me, with a little encouragement but he wants to make it right, that’s what I see.

Standing up I stumbled a little, the dangerous situation didn’t bother me though. Drunk and alone, I still found humor with it all, chuckling lowly, turning it on, I turned down the volume, swaying my hips to the music, I wiggled out of the dress, running my hands over my body, with closed eyes I thought about him, a how sweet he was. A bouquet after the date, classic move, one I have never seen before, one we would want our sons to hear about, read about, book 101, ways how to make a woman fall for you. If Jensen was an escort, I would pay him to go out with me, and trust me, you would too, because out with him was... All ears, he spoke very little but enough, to make you that make you want to talk on, I almost told my secret too, that was the amount of comfort he is.

Crashing onto my sofa, I laughed as the music continued to play in the background. I left dinner fine, and I mean three glasses of very expensive wine can do shit to you, some real fucked up shit. But this... This isn’t the liquor; I was drunk in thoughts. But if he was only treating me so well because people ate watching, is it possible that he is being so gentle because people are watching? But what about those when we are alone, are these mixed singles, did want to fake date me... Or does he want to date me, or maybe he wants to fuck me like I want to fuck him. Well, it's one of many possibilities, I thought. Thoughts, I was having a lot of that, about Jensen, all fucking night, I slid my fingers down the lining of the of my underwear. The way he licked the cream off the dessert spoon, I want him to lick me like that. Where? I don't know... Maybe my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my hips... between my legs. I slide my hand to crotch, sinking my finger within my folds.

"Jensen," I moaned,

But he didn’t answer back because he wasn't there,

"Yes. fucking yes," I moaned louder,

I was coming, that's the highest peak I have felt my body go, I wanted to come so hard, and I felt it so near...

Truth is... I wanted Jensen to do it, I want him, here with me, telling me that I should cum, on those hardworking fingers of his,

"Fuck," I moaned, drilling into my pussy faster, arching my back from built-up pressure that needed to be released,

"I’m… I’m going to—" I stammered.

"Fuck," I groaned out one last time, collapsing on the couch.

Staring at the ceiling, I blinked slowly, still thinking. When I used to think about Fred and fuck myself, I never came that fast... ever. My lids grew heavy, and fight back, but after blinking a few times, they grew tired, and I fell asleep.

Hearing a loud knock on my door, I bolted up, rubbing my forehead from irritation, I had a headache. But the knocking didn’t go away, and whoever was knocking it was mad, did my music piss off a neighbor last night?

"Who is it," I asked,

Shocked with what I hear next,

"It's Fred, open the fucking door,"

Fred, what was he doing here?

Without thinking, I rushed to the door, letting him in, and I shouldn't have.

"What the fuck is this," he held up a booklet, I could barely even see it, my eyes were all blurred,

"What time is?" I yawned and stretched, groaning lowly as my sore muscles reminded me of last night deeds,

"Isn't it a little too early for shouting,"

Shit, I have work,

"It's 1 in the fucking afternoon, Lynn,"

"What—" I glance at the clock, he is telling truth, and I am late for work,

"Worrying about work? Why? You are fucking the CEO aren't you?"

Glaring, I couldn't say anything... I just looked at him with wide eyes, and then I saw what was on the magazine cover, it was Jensen and me kissing,

"How long been with him, Lynn? Magazines are saying three, based on supporting evidence,"

The Gucci store went according to plan.

"That means when were at our 3 months in our relationship, you were on the verge to go man hunting."

"Fred—" I spoke,

"I am sorry but remember you cheated on me first,"

"And you called me over the other night, just for what, fuck me and dump me?"

"Fred, you need to leave right—"

Pushing me against the wall, he had her hand clasped around my throat, not tight enough to kill me, but the type to turn me on.

"Please," he whispered, he was so close to my face I could feel his hot breath, smelled what he had for breakfast, onion rings.

"I love you, Lynn," our lips were close,

"Please tell me that you love me too."

I love you too, Fred.