CHAPTER 4

Throughout the rest of the day, I worked with a smile on my face. The sex was just what I needed to get me through it all, just what the doctor ordered.

Memories of Antonio pounding into me while at work were carved in my mind, and even as I got home, I craved more, my insides tingling. So I went straight to my room, opened my drawer, and grabbed my vibrator. It wasn't Antonio, but I guess it will suffice for now.

I stripped my body of all clothing. Remembering my panties were with Antonio only made me feel hotter. I could feel myself dampen. I grabbed the remote that comes with my vibrator, keeping it close to me while I fully get ready. Running my fingers through my thighs and to my pussy lips, I couldn't wait any longer, so I inserted the vibrator and tried to give myself the pleasure Antonio would've given me.

When I was done pleasuring myself, my phone started ringing. Antonio was calling.

"Hey," I said into the phone "Hey, you home now?" He asked and I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me.

"Yes, I'm home, why?" I asked.

"We were supposed to see each other after your work," he said casually

I'm sorry, what?

"You came to my workplace during lunch and did more than just see me," I reminded him.

"I came to your workplace to see you, but I ended up fucking you almost immediately. So now, I want to see you. I think this time I will be able to restrain myself from fucking you immediately," he explained. The fucking nerve of this guy.

"Well, as you know, I just got back from work and I'm tired. I don't think I can make it tonight. I want to rest," I refused politely.

"Okay," he spat and hung up.

What the fuck just happened?

Ten minutes later, Aliya was calling.

"Hey," I chimed

"Hey, how are you, Chika?" She asked.

"I'm good, just tired. What about you?" I asked back.

"I'm good too. Alright look, I just had an earful from Antonio about you refusing to see him and claiming you're tired," Aliya revealed. I could tell she found this funny because she was laughing in between words.

"It's not funny, he's so rude. Can you believe he just hung up like that? That's a huge turn off," I complained

"I know, it's just really funny to me because he always gets what he wants and you're not giving into him. He also told me about the office sex." I face palmed myself when she said that.

"He really told you that?" I asked her and she laughed.

"I'm sorry I'm laughing, y'all are just too much," she apologized.

"Apology not accepted, this is actually your fault you know. It's your fault I know him. His dick is good, but he's trashy," I complained more and she laughed.

"I'm sorry girl, I'm sure y'all will settle this. I really hope y'all do. Since you're tired, get some rest. We'll see you tomorrow," she said and she hung up.

What's up with people and hanging up on me?

I cleaned myself up and ordered a pizza for dinner. After dinner, I slept.

I was really more tired than I thought.

The sound of my alarm woke me up. I did my morning routines and got ready for work.

I got dressed in a blue pencil skirt and a flowery blue wrap top. I paired my look with silver stilettos and a silver bag, got my makeup on, and headed off to work.

When I entered Steels Constructions, I felt all eyes on me.

I've never been one to like attention so I felt a bit off and nauseous.

Was my skirt torn?

Was I showing too much cleavage?

Was my makeup awful?

Why were all eyes on me?

I power-walked into my office and met with a concerned Melissa.

"What's going on here?" I asked her, my voice laced with concern.

"I tried to keep him out, but he just wouldn't listen. I know you hate people waiting in your office," she started.

What?

He?

Before she could say more, I barged into my office, and seated there in all his glory was none other than Antonio.

What did that guy want?

“Cara."

"Good morning, Mr. Antonio, what can I help you with?" I asked him in my most professional voice.

I tried so hard not to stare at him too much, but it was nearly impossible. He just had to go ahead and look so good in the black Italian suit he was wearing, with his hair hanging in his face. At some point, I think he pushed his hair back just for the effect, trying to woo me with his beautiful hair.

I didn't miss the way his face scrunched up in disgust.

"I want to spank you so hard for calling me that, Cara," he replied huskily, and my body reacted to that sentence, especially that name, but he didn't have to know that.

"As you can see, I just came in and I already have a lot of work to do, so please, if you don't have serious business here, I'd like for you to leave," I told him.

"I'm sorry, Cara, let me make it up to you," he said.

"Will it make you leave here?" I asked him.

He seemed pained, but I couldn't care less.

"Yes."

"Okay then, make it up to me," I told him.

"Have dinner with me tonight," he stood up, grabbed my right hand, and placed a tender kiss on the back of my palm, keeping eye contact as he did. The way his hair covered his face as he did this made me almost lose it and push the hair back. I didn't of course. I managed to restrain myself from this tall, hunky man.

Then he left, and it was as though he wasn't ever here. But he was, and now my boss was calling for me and I just knew it was because of him.

"Have a seat, Miss Adeseun," he offered and I sat down.

"I heard a certain man was in your office this morning and it caused a lot of talk and gossip, which I don't want to hear again. I really hope you will keep your romance far, far away from your work," he reprimanded.

"Yes sir," I answered and he nodded his head.

"You're dismissed," he said and I left his office.

"Let's see how long you last with that guy," Anabeth spat from her desk.

"Oh, Ana, I didn't see you there, how's work?" I feigned concern.

"Oh please, don't talk to me like you care. Just watch that one or he won't only be in your panties."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just threaten me, and please, when you fuck him, try not to transfer your diseases. You know, given that he's fucking me too," I spat and left to my office.

Ugh! How I felt like dragging that synthetic bitch to hell, where she belongs.

To think she's fucking our boss. Oh, I get it now. It's no wonder Mr. Blue called me to his office to warn me.

Mr. Blue's jealous, and he knows his fuck-buddy can't keep her legs closed.

So much for having Antonio here.