Betrayed 2(77)

I didn’t follow and I could hear him pleading his case with his mother sobbing saying that she was going to go blind. She said that it wasn’t natural for us to be together without a ring on my finger. I’m sure that she would have had a heart attack had we told you that we were secretly married. It wasn’t true, but it was fun to think about nonetheless. I had no ill will toward her, except that her backward thinking was only going to stand in our way.

It didn’t seem like a good idea to stay there. It would’ve been a reminder to his mother that I was not going to go away. She didn’t have to approve or even accept that we were together. I didn’t care one way or the other, but I got this feeling that her opinion meant more to Marshall than he was letting on.

I found myself going home to the sparse apartment that had only a bed and a few utensils to call my own. I could hear something scurrying in the walls, but as long as it didn’t make its way out, then we were going to be perfectly fine with one another. I turned up my music, drowning out any other sounds that might startle me awake. I found that sleep was not easy to come by. His mother had interrupted us and I had no chance to reach that feeling that was threatening to tear me apart.

I reached for the lone black bag by the bed, pulling out this long and menacing looking contraption. I pressed the button and it came to life with this loud buzz. I had to bring it under the covers. I moaned as it entered, pretending that it was Marshall, but knowing that this was no substitute. I had a pillow over my face to mute my screams. I tore into the pillowcase until feathers were flying everywhere. I became slowly enraptured, going from one climax to another and wishing that Marshall was able to hear and see my body respond in that way.

It took only about 15 minutes for me to feel completely satiated. I lay there in a pool of my own sweat, my skin glistening and the only word that came out of my mouth was a whispered… “Marshall”.



I looked into the mirror in the bathroom and I was back to my old self again. The leather blue skirt accentuated my body in just the right way to show guys that there was no substitute for curves. The white blouse with a man’s blood red tie gave my breasts the freedom that they needed to breathe. I could see the nipples and I wasn’t going to be the only one.

I had my hair back to its natural color and flowing freely over my shoulders in a sensual and seductive way. My lips were painted and the mascara was placed perfectly to make it look like I was ready for war. I smiled, feeling more sexually available and not so stunted in those drab clothing and no makeup that made me feel like an old maid.

I came out with my 4-inch high heels making that audible smack against the wood floors that were lacquered to a dark finish. Standing there was Marshall in a gray suit with an ocean blue shirt and white tie. It was a bit of a fashion statement, but I think that he was trying for the uniform look of a gangster.

“I know that I said that I had everything prepared, but now I’m starting to doubt that myself. The meeting is set to begin in less than 5 minutes. I was hoping that this would be the final nail in her coffin.” We walked together down the hallway with him holding the briefcase with the damning evidence inside.

Tina looked at the both of us and I think she recognized something, but she just couldn’t make the connection. I gave her the warmest smile that I could muster and then we were walking together to the conference room with everybody including Lillian waiting for his arrival.

One look at me and she turned into a volcano that was about to spew lava all over the place. Her lip curled, but she remained poised and composed even though she was now motioning for Susan to come forward. They exchanged some words and Susan slipped by me no doubt going to retrieve an armed escort for me out of the building.

“This is just a casual meeting to inform you that your contracts are in jeopardy. We have to discuss new terms. I’m afraid that we can no longer do business with you without a sizable increase in compensation. I have been in touch with others and I’m using their proxy to inform you that five more contracts need to be negotiated in good faith.” Lillian was dressed in a dark pantsuit. It was a very classic look with hair slicked back and wearing suspenders.

“If you’re through posturing, I think that it would be a good idea for you to have the room cleared. There’s something that we need to discuss and I doubt very seriously that you want any one of them to know your business.” She was expecting him to be floored by this revelation, but he wasn’t showing that losing the contracts meant that much to him. It probably felt like a knife in his back, but he remained composed through the entire ordeal.