Billionaire Flawed 2(13)

Then came the most powerful release I had ever felt. I shivered as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I wasn’t alone, it seemed, I could feel him spurting inside me.

The both of us collapsed on the cool kitchen floor, covered in sweat from head to toe. I threw an arm over Jake and hugged him close.

“Maybe I should call out of work tomorrow,” I said.



4.

“Are you kidding me with this, Angie?!” Martin, my boss, said, with what almost seemed like fire shooting out of his ears.

“Who I keep company at nights is no business of yours,” I replied.

“It matters when that company is a client. What the hell were you thinking? This is going to be all over the papers by tomorrow,” he continued.

I sat there and listened to his objections to my relations with Jake for more than half an hour. Martin always had a way of blowing things way out of proportion, and he always made me laugh a little when he did.

I tried calling out of work this morning, but he said that my presence was mandatory, and he’d send a car over. I don’t think he’s ever sent a car over for anyone, except potential clients.

My phone buzzed, and I received a text message from Jake.

‘Let’s try my place tonight,’ it said.

I hadn’t thought that he’d want to go two nights in a row. But, after a night like that, it’s easy to want to go back for seconds.

“Are we done here, Martin,” I asked.

“We’re done. Just keep in mind that the last agent that dated her client is flipping burgers somewhere, now. I don’t want that to end up with you, things like this always end poorly.”

I stood up and made for the door, then remembered my real goal from last night.

“I might have pulled in another client. He should be in later today. I told him to talk to you if I were unavailable.”

Martin nodded. “At least you managed that much before your escapade.”

“I’m taking the rest of the day off; I have some thinking to do.”

He understood, and I walked out of the building. This is the first day I had taken off in more than a year. I informed my secretary of my absence, and she understood.

I was already giddy at meeting up tonight, and nothing was going to bring down my excitement now. Before I left the building, I made my way to the bathroom.

It was thankfully empty, so I locked the door. I peeled myself out of my clothing and took a picture of my best sexy look for Jake. I knew he would enjoy it. Then I got dressed and left.

I wasn’t more than five steps down the road when my phone started ringing.

“Hey Jake, I see you got my photo,” I said with a smile.

“I don’t think I can wait for tonight. What are you doing right now,” he asked.

I giggled; he was acting like a schoolboy that just at chocolate for the first time, and then I laughed at the analogy.

“I thought I might take a bath, but I can use some company.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he replied and clicked the phone.

It was a good afternoon.



5.

It became a nightly affair; we both wanted it a lot. I would work hard all day at work helping clients, and sending him some of the juiciest photos he would ever see. And, he told me that he would get so worked up during practice that he would stay longer to work off sexual aggression.

He must have been doing something right because the game the following week was a spectacle.

I sat in my usual box watching the game, the player’s wives still stood nearby, chatting their heads off as usual. I avoided their gaze but could tell that they were eyeing me the entire game. I really paid them no mind.

The most interesting thing to me was that Monica was still in the room with the players wives.

“So, Monica, how’s the new man? I hear he’s getting a lot of press about a possible trade.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving on. This team isn’t good enough for my man,” Monica said.

Even though I was trying to avoid their gaze, I couldn’t help but let out a snarky laugh. I’m pretty sure they could tell I was listening in.

“Did you hear about Jake, I hear he’s sleeping with some new tramp, now,” Monica added.

I let them talk while I drank. Their words weren’t hurting me at all. I just wish I could yell at them who was sleeping with her ex-boyfriend because I was sure she would have been quite surprised.

Jake went on the warpath; the other team didn’t even see it coming as he easily was the best player in the game. He was starting to seem like the player I had recruited years ago. I think he was beginning to feel like it again as well.

After the game we partied hard. I went over to his place, and I gave him a victory dance that he wouldn’t soon regret.