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Walk of Shame
10: Walk of Shame
<< Sophia >>
I wake up in morning stretching my arms and feel a warm body behind my back
“How did you reach here before me last night?” I ask Lena. “Did I lose my way trying to
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get here?”
“Maybe…” A Guy’s voice whispers in my ear. I turn and shriek in horror. As I stumble
back, I fall from the bed and the guy chuckles.
My heart thumps so fast I feel like having a stroke.
Then I see him.
‘Gorgeous’ is the first word that comes to my mind. But that doesn’t matter right now. I am f7u7cking furious.
“Who the hell are you?” I yell at the top of my lungs.
Maybe yelling wasn’t necessary, but I want to hide the fact that his brunette curls
falling on his face are doing something to me.
He sits up in bed. Instead of answering, his eyes flicker over my chest. My face turns
red as I realize I am literally flashing my breasts to a stranger in my room. I cover myself in
sheets and my nipples poke through the sheets. I feel even more embarrassed.
It’s the AC, I am sure. Not his muscular body. I tell myself.
I am not aroused. I think I am not.
I am not.
Why does he look familiar?
Where have I seen him?
Was he at the bar last night?
Did I bring him here?
OH MY G7OD!!
No No I didn’t.
I am sure I didn’t.
“I should ask you the same question…” He says, and I come out of the train of thoughts.
“What the fu7ck… “I rise from floor and the sheet gets caught under my feet and here I go… Flashing him again. I pull up the sheet, trying to save my dignity.
Whatever is left of it…
“What are you doing in my room?” I try to keep my voice calm. I am not wearing any clothes under the sheets, apart from my thin thong. I am feeling exposed and vulnerable. It doesn’t help that his bare chest is doing things to me.
It’s been a while since I had sex.
That would explain my reaction. Right?
He shrugs and says casually, “I should ask you the same question…”
“Don’t test my patience, Mister.”
I cannot show him I have hots for him. I pick up the phone to call hotel security,
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ignoring the heat pooling between my legs.
He is hot. Tanned skin. Perfect brown eyes and those eyelashes.. He can make a girl
jealous.
“What is your room number?” He asks me.
I look at him, annoyed.
Okay! Only because he is hot doesn’t mean he has a right to be an ass. Barging into
someone’s room is still not cool. It’s creepy.
Why do hot guys are always jerk or creepy?
Like Caleb was a jerk and a cheater. I think to myself ruefully.
“I don’t remember, but it is third door from lift. 803 I guess.” I answer him. Keeping my
face straight.
He shakes his head in amusement.
“This is room 903. It’s written so clearly at the door. How come you missed that?”
I frown, then scoff.
“No way…” I say.
But a realization dawns upon me.
I look around frantically.
No No No No….
This is not happening.
I look around the room to find my stuff but realize this is indeed not my room. Apart from my clothes and my bra. Oh My G7od! My freaking bra is on the floor! There is nothing
that I own in this room.
My luggage is not here!
I rush to pick up my clothes spread all over the room from floor and run into the bathroom to change while he laughs.
I am fu7c77king mortified.
Crashed into another guy’s room. Sleep in bed with him. I fu7cking hope we didn’t have sex or something. I am usually horny after drinks.
I am still wearing my panties so I hope not.
After wearing my clothes and taking a million deep breaths, I walk out of the bathroom.
He is still in his bed, watching me with amused eyes.
“I… I am really sorry! Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Believe me, I tried!” He says.
“You could have slept on another bed!” I cry. There must be a sofa bed in same room.
He frowns. “Well, I paid for this bed. I am not laying on that sh7it.”
Then he adds, grinning. “Your husband will be disappointed in you.”
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It’s my tum to frown.
“Why do you essure I am married?” I am not wearing any ring.
He gets out of his bed and stretches his perfect body, then says, “There is no way a woman like you is not taken.”
My cheeks burn half from the compliment and half from his muscular body. His boxer shorts hang dangerously low. My eyes flicker at his bulge and I turn my face away, blushing. “Thanks for not calling hotel security. They would have thrown me out buck naked.”
He smirks.
“and who would want to miss that?”
Jerk!
I rush out of his room. I glance at the door and wince. It is indeed 903.
Even though I didn’t have sex, But for me its still a walk of shame.
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Waiting to be ravished
11: Waiting to be ravished
<< Miles >>
What does a man need the most when he comes home after a tiring day?
A pretty wife waiting to be ravished.
Oh well…. that was not what I expected that night.
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“A fu7cking mess, that’s what it is!” I almost… almost… yell at my assistant.
Liam tries to stifle his laugh. I glance at him and give him ‘It’s not even funny’ look. And Yeah… he is not my assistant anymore. The girl standing in front of my desk is.
And NO, I did not sleep with her…
Liam is my CFO now, and a CO0… And a few more things.
With my inheritance money, I wanted to do bigger things and take bigger bites. Bites
way bigger than I could chew. So I needed someone I could trust at my level.
I am not stu7pid to think I could do it all. Only egoistic freaks think that way. It’s a good .
way to lose money. Keeping Liam as an assistant was a waste of his potential.
So this is why I have hired and fired six assistants in the last two years.
I was told I can be overbearing at times. Maybe I need to hire a girl as an assistant.
Girls have more patience than men, after all. So I did… and here she is, about to cry because I almost yelled at her.
“You can leave Emma,” Liam says to her.
“I swear to G7d if you help her out with this one…” I warn Liam as she walks out.
He shrugs. “I don’t know… If It reduces your temper then maybe I should. But you. You, Miles… need a fu7cking intervention.”
I scowl. “Oh well, I think I should intervene you! For laughing at inappropriate times!”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal!” He exclaims, “and that made me laugh…”
A raise my brow at him.
“You have been stressed again,” He gets up and says.
I place my hands behind my head and take a nice stretch to think.
“When was the last time you did something that was not work.”
I open my mouth, then shut it. He is right. I have actually been stressed since last year.
Even most of my hook ups are quickies these days.
To save the f7ucking time.
The project, the one where that fu7cker David backed off. The project, which changed
my marital status, soared real good, and we expanded ten folds. After opening multiple
projects in New York, we recently shifted our focus to California.
“Anyone in my position would be.” All this work. Relocation of the company. Hiring new
employees and f7ucking expansion. It’s been tough.
“Go loosen up. I will stay late and fix this.”
“I’ll try,” I say dryly as I get up and wear my jacket.
“Home?”
“Nah… Mom’s been waiting for me there. Determined to have her talk. Not sure about
what…”
“Avoiding at all costs…” he drawls.
“Yeah. Just like you avoid her,” I take a jibe back..
By ‘her’ I mean his high school sweetheart… and yeah, he still isn’t over her.
He shakes his head. “At least I don’t take below belt jibes Miles..”
I shrug. “Just talk to her,” I say.
“Oh okay I will… When you do to your wife!” he retorts and I just laugh while walking
out, Because Sophia Brown isn’t a sore topic for me as Isha is for him.
Sophia is a blessing.
A grace I met only once, and she changed my life.
So, When I get out of the office, I do exactly what Liam asks me to do.
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This girl tastes good. She definitely ate strawberries before meeting me. I squeeze her boobs and she moans in my mouth louder. She pulls away and complains, “It’s cold…”
Water…
water is cold.
Oh yeah, I forgot. Girls are always cold.
I turn the heat knob up and warm water pours above us. I raise her knee up to do exactly what I bought her to do here.
To take her. Hard and fast.
I nudge my cock at her entrance and she gasps. Water sliding through her body seems
erotic. It’s been a while since I had sex in the shower.
Honestly, it’s been a while since I h7ooked up with anyone with patience and time. This is why she feels good today. Because we spend almost an hour kissing and groping each
other.
I tease her a little more by rubbing my cock at her folds and she begs, “Do me Miles…
Please.”
That’s when I hear the door click.
My head turns towards the bathroom door. Her face pales.
“F7uck, I hope it’s not my boyfriend.”
I raise my brow at her.
“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”
“ummm I am about to break up.”
“Whore…” I murmur against her lips.
“For you… Miles… yes, I am a whore. Do me…” she urges.
“You like the idea that your boyfriend might be out there.”
I think it may be room service.
“Yes…” she breathes out.
I smirk and shake my head at her.
“Grow some balls and break up with him. Stop cheating behind his back,” I suggest, and
I impale her with my cock.
She told me before giving a head in my car that she has been trying to get in my pants for a month. I don’t want to disappoint her.
“Ohhh F7uck… you are so da7mn big Miles…”
Heard too many times.
I grab her hips tight and start pumping into her. And that’s when I hear someone
room.
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AC!”
“When did you come back?”
Lust is so fu7cking high I cannot focus right now.
So I pump into her faster to finish us off.
Fu7cking hell! some intruder in my room.
“Oh fu7ck Oh fu7ck… Miles yes… yes…” She gasps.
The same slurred voice from my room says, “It’s too cold Lena… turn down the Fu7cking
Something about hearing that voice does it to me, and I reach the edge. I pound her
faster to make her come.
“Oh G7od… Fu7ck… yes… Almost yes yes…” she screams as she creams herself hard
around my cock.
I grunt, giving her last few pumps as I spill into her. When I pull away, she goes limp on the shower floor. I turn off the shower and get out of there.
It looks bad but I don’t hold girls. It’s damaging. Afterglow of sex can mess with
people’s head. It’s better to make the distance as soon as you finish.
It has worked really well so far.
Usually girls think I am a jerk and do not come near me next time.
Good for those who realize it on time. Those who don’t, usually regret it.
I have far more critical things to attend to than some girl’s feelings.
I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out of the bath to see who interrupted me
in the middle of my fu7ck and almost ruined it.
