Chapter 38 I'm a workaholic

Chapter 38 I'm a workaholic
By Alejandro

The vacation began.

We were in Zermatt and Verbier, then spent 3 days in Champery.

Two full weeks divided among the three ski resorts we liked the most, changing the scenery and not repeating women.

However, I must confess that countless times I picked up my phone and dialed Valeria's number.

It's not that I stopped having other women in my arms—I had plenty—but with none did I feel the same desperate, limitless desire as with Valeria.

I feel she is simply magical.

Until she completely satisfies my desires.

What could she be doing?

I would love to have her beneath me and feel her skin.

To merge with her in such a way that we become one.

I want to wake up with her, clinging to her, fall asleep on her chest, slide my hands over her body while I sleep.

My friends don't understand the wonderful sensation of being with her.

I missed her; no one adjusted my clothes like she did. My tie knot was crooked when she didn't do it. I had even forgotten how to tie it myself because feeling her fingers on my neck and smelling her hair so close changed my day.

I want to explore her body. Damn, I crave being with her.

To extinguish the fire she makes me feel.

I realized I was with a woman I hired just because her hair color was almost the same, but her perfume wasn't.

I want to make love to her until I'm filled with her. Only then can I extinguish the fire inside me.

We went to Australia, its beaches are wonderful.

We were at Cable Beach, Broome, famous for its golden sunsets. When the hell did that matter to me?

The truth is, one day we stayed late on the beach, and it's true, the sunsets seemed golden. Seeing couples riding camels, I wished I could do that with Valeria.

By this point, I was desperate to talk to her, to hear her voice.

I looked at my phone like a teenager, checking my messages, waiting for her call.

Omar watched me every time I had my phone in my hands. I think he and Gonzalo even bet on how long I could go without calling her.

My pride and manhood did their part. I gave my phone to my friends to check and confirm I hadn't called her. We looked like teenagers.

I had to prove to myself that I was only attracted to her when she was near, not that I constantly thought of her.

Anyway, in Australia, when Gonzalo talked about getting something for his niece, I went with him and bought bikinis for Valeria. Later, in a renowned Australian jewelry store, I bought her some jewelry.

We were supposed to return on Sunday, but one of the engineers wanted to thoroughly check a part of the cabin because he thought one of the dials wasn't synchronized with another.

It was resolved in a couple of hours, but we would arrive in our country on Tuesday night.

I contacted Susana and asked about Valeria. She was surprised I hadn't spoken directly to Valeria, which by then would have been logical since she was my secretary and in my office.

I got to my apartment and was glad to be there.

It felt like my vacation had been a torment.

They weren't; I was just a little stressed.

We had fun with my friends; we really had a good time. It just bothered me how my clothes were arranged. Breakfast didn't taste the same, and I didn't have an agenda to review. I'm very addicted to work.

I like to have control over everything.

What if Carlos invited her to dinner and she accepted?

I was already home; it was normal to call her, but I realized I wanted to talk to her to make sure she was in her apartment.

I'm crazy.

It was 3 a.m., and she had to work the next day. She was probably sleeping.

I searched in my nightstand drawer and took her thong in my hands. That peculiar, sexy smell, so her... it calmed me, apart from exciting me, of course.

Suddenly, I remembered I hadn't been careful. Could she have gotten her period, or was she carrying my child?

My anxiety grew.

I should be calm if she got her period, but I wished it hadn't happened.

Finally, I fell asleep with her thong in my hands.

Like a little boy with his favorite stuffed animal.

I woke up late. I didn't have breakfast because Valeria wasn't there to prepare it for me.

I'm not spoiled.

I just missed her.

I had lunch at home, something the cleaning lady had left for me.

I was desperate to get to the office and see Valeria, yet I was purposely delaying it. I didn't like this feeling that was growing inside me.

This unfamiliar anxiety that only existed when I thought of her.

Yes, I understood that when I thought about having sex with Valeria, I would be anxious and desperate because I had never felt better sexually than when I was with her. But this crazy desire to hug her, beyond wanting to make love to her, scared me.

I went to my floor, and when I got off the elevator, I found her standing to the side of the desk, just like the first time I saw her.
I hope she doesn't notice my agitation.

She stood still, as if she didn't know how to greet me.

I asked if she had forgotten me and hugged her.

She tried to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.

I was dying to drink from her lips.

I did, and she kissed me back, making my blood boil.

I couldn't stop kissing her.

I told her I missed her so much, and she clung to me.

Omar is definitely right; sweet-talking her gives me amazing results. Anyway, when I said I missed her, it wasn't to sweet-talk her, but because I meant it.

She looked at me and made me lose myself in her eyes, those bewitching cat-like eyes.

I think I was trembling more than she was.

I'm feeling something unknown again, something I can't handle.

I stepped back a bit and told her to bring two coffees to my office and get me up to date on what happened these days.

We chatted for over two hours.

I asked her to bring more coffee.

I was tired from the trip.

She left the coffee and went back to her office; the phones were ringing insistently.

The first call was from my father.

He asked how it went and then we talked about the different companies, also about the event.

We would all go together from here, those of us attending the event.

Everything was almost ready.

Then I talked to Kevin. As usual, he talked to Valeria for about 10 minutes first. I was furious and was going to deny whatever he asked.

So I did, and hung up in a bad mood.

I heard him call Valeria again.

I got up, angry.

I went to Valeria's desk to demand she cut it out with that idiot.

I missed her too much, and she talked for so long with that moron.

I realized I needed her, I wanted her right then.

"Hang up now!"

"Ale, calm down."

She told me in Spanish and then told him in English that they would talk later.

I made her get up and took her, I think dragging her, to my office.

"Vale, I don't like you talking to that idiot. You're mine."

"We've talked about this, I'm not yours, I'm not anyone's."

"I want you to be mine."

"Ale, I'm talking about work."

"You're tan. Where did you get sun?"

"Emi and I went to the beach for two weekends."

"Did they see you in a bikini?"

"I don't sunbathe in a habit."

"I get desperate thinking about others wanting you."

"Ale... I'm just your secretary... you... you must have slept with a dozen women or maybe more."

I shut up; I realized I was complaining about her wearing a bikini at the beach.

She didn't complain about anything and hit the nail on the head. I did exactly what she said, but I missed her more than I thought and certainly more than I wanted to miss her.

"I need you... you have no idea how much I missed you."

I said, changing my tone.

I don't know what's happening to me. Imagining her on a beach, surrounded by men, all of them probably desiring her like I do, makes me sick.

I want her to be mine, only mine, and at my feet.

I have to subdue her. I know she loves me, and even so, I can't dominate her.

I feel like I abandoned her, and she won't forgive me, yet she kissed me back.

This situation isn't as easy to handle as I thought.

I don't want to play with her, I just want to have her... whenever I want.

I approached and kissed her gently, caressing her slowly.

She started kissing me back, and I was out of control.

Suddenly she stopped when my hand was heading towards her vagina.

"Vale, what's wrong?"

She took a while to answer.

"I'm on my period."

I was very annoyed that she was on her period, but I tried to control my frustration.

"Does it hurt or bother your ovaries?"

"No..."

She said shyly.

"I don't care if you're on your period, we can still do it, or I can put it in your ass, I just need to have you."

"Alejandro!"

She looked at me, horrified.

I thank her idiot ex-boyfriend for being so stupid.

Her ass will be mine, and apparently, I'll be the first.

"I don't mind, I desire you too much."

She was completely embarrassed.

"I'm not doing anything while on my period."

"Are you happy? I mean, about being on your period, you were terrified."

I complained angrily.

"Yes, I was scared. I don't want to have a baby from an affair."

"Am I an affair to you?"

"And I am to you."

"But I want to have a child with you."

"Ale... we can't have a baby, it's not a toy, it's a life."

"I'm not saying it's a toy, and you're saying no to everything."

I said it harshly.

"You're in a bad mood and treating me badly."

"I treat you how I want, you said it yourself, you're my secretary."

I saw her beautiful eyes fill with tears.

I was angry. I wanted her, and she was on her period, which doubly frustrated my plans. I couldn't have sex at that moment because she wouldn't agree due to that, and she wasn't going to have my child.

I was frustrated.

I was acting like an idiot.

I'm out of control, and it's all her fault.

God, if she knew everything she makes me feel.

Even her cat-like gaze makes me tremble.

I haven't figured out why I prefer her over all other women or why I feel something so strong when I make love to her.

But now I'm angry, frustrated, and furious.

"I'm leaving, I'll send the driver for you tomorrow."

She probably stayed crying, but I don't care.