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She felt him pump several times inside her body. Her expression changed to surprise. She said, “That’s wonderful. I can feel you putting your semen inside me.”



He settled down on top of her, and she made him welcome with her arms and legs.



She whispered, “I bet that one got me pregnant. I hope so.”



He was almost asleep. “If not, I’ll do it again.”





THE END



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The Billionaire’s Charity Ball





A Billionaire Romance





By: Lisa Cartwright





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Chapter One



The sound of blaring sirens out on the street was woke me rather than my alarm going off at what I thought was the set time. Green LED lights blinded my bleary sight, telling me that I was twenty minutes late for work.

If I’d been this late six months ago, I would’ve sprang from the bed and immediately called my boss begging for forgiveness while I shoved on clothes and ran out the door. This morning though, what did it matter? I’d been promised a spot on the real estate team as an agent, but that promise had yet to come to fruition.

The amount of coffee I’d fetched, appointments I’d set, general shit I’d taken, and it was all for naught. Twenty minutes didn’t matter, an hour late wouldn’t either. I’d been early to the office since I’d been hired on. This morning was just a pleasant mistake.

So, I lay in bed a few more minutes, gathered strength for the oncoming day, before setting out onto the task of getting ready. It wasn’t long before my overweight tabby was nudging my face as if to say, “You’re late and I’m starving, get moving girl.”

I did as the cat silently asked. Filled his food bowl and gave him a nice rub. He purred in general approval before munching on his brown and tan fishy smelling cat food kernels.

There were certain things I was supposed to wear, despite there not being a “dress code.” I had to wear something dressy casual, no jeans, nothing-ill fitting, and nothing comfortable. I picked an outfit I’d worn two days past. Again, what did it matter. Mary Valen, the real estate agent that promised to “show me the ropes,” would complain about anything I wore anyway and give me pointers on how to do better next time.

When I left the house in the tight black skirt and flowy white top, an outfit that she most certainly disapproved of, it was like a big screw you. Being late, unapproved outfit all coupled with my letter of resignation. Today would be good.



When I got to the small building off of main street most of the office was already empty. Mary wasn’t one of the many that were out with clients though, she was in her back office on the phone. She had this flirty sounding tone to her voice, so I knew whatever she was talking about meant big bucks for her.

It solidified what I was there to do. She’d been paying me minimum wage to be her errand runner while she was raking it in. It would have been different if I’d known what the actual job entailed, I would’ve turned it down and down elsewhere or just started out on my own. Instead though, day after day I’d come in thinking this was the day I would finally get my own clients.

“Oh Mr. Harlow, Of course I’ll be able to get you an offer. I can get you whatever you want” I heard Mary seductively telling the caller.

It made me want to gag. I leaned against the wall outside her office and waited for her phone call to end. Shortly after, the click of her heels sounded against the fake hardwood floor as she rounded the corner. Mary was an attractive woman, I’ll give her that. She had golden blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and was sleek and neatly trimmed. Her skin was tanned to a nice soft brown. The make-up she wore always matched in just the right way with her outfit, which today was a soft pink sweater that stretched over her perky and obviously fake breasts coupled with a tight black skirt that was slit to just above her knees. Her pretty pink lips were clamped tight in frustration as she rounded the corner.

“Bri. So you are here today. I haven’t had my decaf latte so I’ve been out of sorts. Do you have it with you?”

She looked at my empty hands expectantly. Instead I had my printed out resignation form and thrust it towards her.

“Sorry Ms. Valen, but I’m going to have to turn in my notice. I didn’t have time to get your coffee today. I woke up late, and with all honesty, didn’t feel like driving to the other side of town for it.”