Chapter 46
NATHAN
*The blonde is wearing a mask, her gaze is quite familiar. She is very hot, and her movements are provocative. She's wearing only a small panty, which she's about to take off. The scene is completely erotic. The music is sensual. The sofa is quite comfortable in the small room. She keeps dancing. I really want to touch her. I want to touch her perfect breasts and suck her pink nipples. She starts to approach, dancing towards me, before taking off the last piece. Her gaze is somber, and I feel like she can see into my soul.
She gets very close, making me even harder. She puts one of her legs on the side of the sofa, never taking her eyes off mine. I try to touch her, but she stops me. Climbing onto my lap, she starts rubbing against me, pressing her sex against my cock. I feel like I'm going to cum. I wonder why she has such a strong effect on me. She holds my chin. I know those eyes... She gets closer. Our lips are almost touching.
"It's over. You ended us. You will never have me again." She stands up and takes off the mask. It's her. Kate. But with blonde hair. "Goodbye." She says and turns to leave.*
The light fades the dark image of her leaving me, going through the small door of the room, while I scream, trying to make her come back.
I turn off the alarm clock. I'm totally sweaty and excited. Damn! Another dream to add to the list. Or was it a nightmare? I look at the tent formed on the sheet. How many times is she going to make me wake up like this? Irritation takes over me.
"Good morning, Mr. Ryan!" I greet Megan only with a nod of my head. How does she manage to always wake up in a good mood? I step into the elevator, getting ready to see her once again. How long will this torture last? She made it hard for me this morning in the bathroom, trying to get rid of that damn erection. As always, I imagined her hands were mine. But it's getting increasingly difficult to remember what it actually felt like.
The doors open, and a few girls get in, greeting me with big smiles. I notice the exchanged glances and silly grins between them. It would have made me laugh in the past, but not today.
The doors open on my floor. I step out and am surprised to see a big bouquet of roses on her desk. I approach and look around for some paper. Are they for her? Obviously. I imagine the possible reasons why the bouquet is here, but the cruelest is that she's seeing someone else. Damn it! That means they've probably already gone out. But what kind of idiot sends flowers to someone like her? I look for a note, almost destroying the roses. I find a small one. I consider throwing the bouquet away. That way, she won't know.
"Are these for you?" she asks behind me. I quickly hide the note in my jacket and turn to face her as she waits for an answer at the elevator exit. I look at my watch.
"You're late, and do I look like someone who likes flowers?"
"I'm sorry for being late. It won't happen again."
"I hope not," I say as I head towards my office. "I must warn you, this is a workplace. I don't want to see this kind of thing around here again." I gesture toward the bouquet of roses. She nods.
It's just a bouquet, Ryan, you don't have to be such a jerk. Maybe they were sent by a simple friend or family member. I take the note from my pocket. Will she notice the missing note?
I open the small envelope.
*Thank you for the lovely night. It was a pleasure to enjoy your company. I'm looking forward to seeing you again. I won't forget your promise. See you very soon.
J.K.*
JK? John Kent? My vision blurs and I am consumed with anger. I destroy the paper in my hand. I can't believe they spent the night together. How could she forget about me so quickly? Shit! I need to get out of here before I try to strangle her.
She's at her desk, watching me as I close the door.
"Cancel all my appointments for today."
"Okay. Is there a problem, Mr. Ryan?" She shows concern. I want to tell her everything. How could she act like such a damn jerk after everything?
"Just do what I said," I say, almost growling, and leave.
At home, I think about the possible ways to vent my anger before I explode. I decide to go down and work out at the building's gym. Being alone won't help me much.
The elevator doors open and Ana enters, dressed in workout clothes.
"Nathan!" She greets me with a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello!"
"It's been a while. We hardly see each other anymore. Are you okay?" Ana has been living in the same building as me for some time. She's a successful model. I say this because an apartment here wouldn't go for less than a few million dollars. I had already considered the idea of having sex with her before because she was so hot. Right now, the idea seems even more opportune. It would be a good distraction for the rest of my day.
How long had it been since I had sex? I couldn't even remember the last time I went without it for so long.
"Well, I've been a little busy lately with business," I said. "And you?"
"I'm doing great," she replied.
"I can tell. We could celebrate with a good glass of wine. If you want to come visit me later."
"Maybe that's a good idea," she said.
"I'll be waiting for you then," I said, relieved that it was easier than I thought.
"Agreed."
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