Panties and Threats

**Dayle**

Where do I begin?

It was harder than I presumed. Everyone was right; having Egan in the ye use was a costly mistake. 
But was it really? It was rather an eye-opener. My girlfriend whom I love so much lied for years about an eventual fuck—I know that I don’t have to place it that way. 

My chest clutched and my heart ached countless times. I felt betrayed and deceived by them both. 
Was this karma from an event from high school or was this just an out-of-the-blue shit?

A dozen thoughts crossed my mind and not even one makes sense. 

While working on my computer, my eyes darted to the picture of Chrissy on my desk. It was a picture we took in the Bahamas during our last vacation. 

Her bright eyes, graduating smile, wavy hair, and crotchety outfits leave an imprint of a beautiful first impression.   

Then again, she lied to me. I looked away as the event replayed in the back of my mind like in a movie theater. 

I leaned back on the chair, rubbing my eyes. I felt the exhaustion overtaking my body and one of Chrissy’s kisses could practically ease me. 

I could not sleep in the house last night because I did not want to end up saying the wrong and mean things to her. 
I slept in the car, went to the office without my car. At least, my assistant did the job perfectly. 

On the other hand, I know that Chrissy is sorry and remorseful, but in a bit going to act like this could happen again, or like it didn't make a huge ugly, shitty, impact on us all. 

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts as I lazily answered. 

“What do you want?” I barked without knowing who it was and it wasn't like I gave five hefty fucks. 

But when I saw Chrissy and Ken gently walking in, my thoughts reset and a part of me leaped without excitement and anxiety. 

“It's - it's Chrissy!” she said as though I needed clarification. Even in a coma or in my next life, I would know her. 

Wearing a frown, I began. “What do you want from me?” I asked casually but my tone was laced with anger. 

Chrissy scurried over to me before I could stop her, “Dayle, I’m truly sorry for lying to you. I swear, it has haunted me—”

“No, it has not. If it had, you would've told me without being asked. Fuck! I had so much confidence in you. I trusted you with everything, Chrissy. And if you must know, I questioned everything about us,” I admitted, feeling the weight in my throat while I spoke. 
Her eyes plunged mine, reminding me again that she was the one for me—the death of me as well.

“Dayle, baby, I was wrong and admit it. I'm taking accountability for it. But… I promise that this won't ever happen again. I was stupid but not anymore,” she said before I could say something again. “I love you, Dayle. I fucking do and I don't know what I would do without you,” she added as tears rolled down her pretty cheeks and I got tucking weak staring at my baby tear up. 

The fucking death of me. 

I took a deep breath and rose, meeting her calm gaze. “Come here,” I said before I could rethink because I don't fucking think straight when she's around me. 
My arms spread as she sank in as though she had been waiting for it.

“Before I officially forgive you, is there something I need to know? Just to be safe?” I asked and I could hear Ken chuckle, almost cracking up in the corner, tossing a pen intermittently while sitting on the couch. 

Chrissy stared up at me with a teary face. “Yeah! Egan is trying very hard to ruin our relationship and I can't tell at what cost…” she let out, feeling the anger in her soft tone as my brows crumpled a little. 

“Yeah and... The Barbie princess swung by earlier. The whole Nova Princeton,” Ken chimed in and it piqued my interest as I instantly shifted my gaze between him and my girlfriend. 

“What? Nova was at the house?” I asked Chrissy who hastily nodded as I led her to a seat on the couch adjacent to Ken. I sat beside her taking her hand in mine, giving her delicate palm a gentle squeeze. 

“She came with a convoy. We talked for a bit. At first; I had no idea that she was a damn princess until Ken arrived and pointed it out. Did you know that she and Egan are gonna get married?” she asked as I looked away with guilt. Yeah, I didn't think I had to tell her especially because Egan didn't like the idea of talking about Nova. 

Now it dawned on me that the lady Egan was definitely Chrissy. He didn't move on because he was still in love with Chrissy. 

Now everything is pieced together, he had a motive all along and I'm going to show him the shit I’m made up. 

“Baby, are you listening?” Chrissy nudged my side, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“I'm here. Sorry, I zoned out…” I said. “I know about Nova but I didn't think that she would come around… Fuck, what did she want?” I asked. I need to know if Chrissy is going to be fine or not. I don't want to risk her movement or anything attached. 

“She wanted to see Egan. So, he's been hiding at our house because of her?” Chrissy asked. For one second, her face squeezed with defiance. 

“Yes,” I managed to say. 

“Wow, you could have at least hinted at me,” she pressed, taking off her hand almost swiftly. 

“I didn't think it was necessary. I thought that it wasn't something serious. Now I get the whole thing, he's currently in love with you and so… it's making him ditch Nova,” I explained as she looked away as though she had something to say. “Just say it,” I pressed too. 

“I think…” she stared back at me. “She knows that it's… It's me that Egan wants. Although she didn't spell it out but it left a chilling message and it's scary, Dayle…” she said. 

Fuck! What I was thinking manifested. Nova would come for Chrissy if we don't settle the score as soon as possible. 

“Nothing’s gonna happen because I won't let it…” I assured her as she nodded confidently. 

“But… do you forgive me now?” she innocently asked as a smile crossed my lips. She cradled my face as we kissed deeply like we were hoping to fuck head-on. 

Like? No. We are gonna have to fuck since my dick is twitching and getting erect. 

“Jeez! You're hard, baby. Wanna fuck real quick ‘cause I’m so wet down there…” she said like my little slut that she is for me. 

“Fucking gosh! A heads-up could work. Y'all wanna fuck right here—in my face?!” Ken let out. I forgot that he was there and I literally don't care if he watches us fuck. I mean, everyone close to us knows how wild Chrissy and I can be and so we are not sorry for fucking any time and place we want. 

“You’re welcome to watch us, Ken! I love me an orgy!” I joked as Chrissy cracked up and Ken almost puked dramatically as he grabbed his cell phone and headed out of the room without hesitation. 

By now, without further ado, Chrissy's magic hand reached for my bulge as she unbuckled my belt and zipped down as she pulled out my erect dick. 

I sat watonly sat on the couch as I took off my suit top while she sat on me—across, shoving her short dress to her waist. 
My hands grabbed her juicy round ass, giving them a rushed squeeze. 

I was super turned on and so was the goddess who was about to straddle my dick. 
Our lips jammed, our tongue twisted as our breathing toppled, screaming the need and hunger takedown. 

I missed her. I missed her so so much. The thought of her being with Egan ruined my entire night until this moment. 

“I miss you so much,” she breathed in between our kisses as I grabbed her one boob, searching for an opening to suck her nipples—my favorite halo. 

“You’re mine forever,” I reminded her with a husky tone that made her smirk darkly at me, affirming and agreeing to what I said and what I was about to do. 

I moved her thong as my fingers dipped into her wet pussy, feeling her depth as she moaned in my ear, hugging my face, hurrying it in his boobies. 
I pushed in as we both moaned gently, giving me that warmth and relief that I've longed wanted. 

“I'm ovulating,” she reminded me as a smile engulfed my lips and smirked. 

Having a kid wouldn’t hurt. Never will. 

“Let's make a baby,” I snapped as she rode my dick while I grabbed boobies, ramping the activity as we progressed, sweating and breathing hard. 

Chrissy pushed her head back while I slammed harder and faster, watching her eyes roll made me even harder as we both felt the rush approaching. 

I slowed when I was peaking a my peak as my thumb found her clit, circling it faster than she would have wanted but she loved everything given that her finger gets slid into her hair, and her other free hand half her neck like a gesture that she would want. 

I grabbed her neck, choking her softly as I fastened fucking her. 

“Fuck me, Dayle, please don't stop…” she desperately said and the look on her face psyched me harder. 

I was wanted and she absolutely wanted to. 
Soon, we came at one, both crashing on each other like we were a pair of worn-out winter sweaters. 

“I'm sorry, Dayle. I want you to know that you have me forever,” Chrissy sweetly said to me and I could not help, but smile. 

“You gon’ make grown man cry!” I teased as she rose and adjusted her thong and dress. 
I grabbed her belly and dropped a kiss like it was a final rite to complete our love ritual. 

We kissed one last time before I rose to buckle up. Peeking at my Rolex watch, I almost forgot that gasd a meeting in the next thirty minutes.

“I’ve got a meeting with StarMech in the next thirty minutes,” I said to her as she helped me adjust my necktie. I'm always making it a little too tight because I suck at it. 

“Oh okay! I'm just gonna go shopping with Ken and overlook the venue for the event. It's this weekend, baby…” she said too. “Too bad I’m going to miss you the entire day but… I was thinking that I would pick you up from work tonight and we are gonna bake our wedding together—tonight. What do you say?” she opted as I gave it an instant thought and nodded. 

“Deal. But you don't have to drive me home, I love to see you naked in that red apron,” I said, grabbing her waist and giving her a swift kiss while she laughed.  

“Well, I’ll pick you up with a surprise package. Anticipate!” she snapped grabbing my tie teasingly. 

A secret booty call for later. 

“See you later baby and… break a fucking leg because you rule!” she said and did that catwalk walking out of the office, as I rubbed my jaw, trying to control ‘Big Dayle’ down there. 

I headed to my desk to grab my documents as my eyes darted to the lace on the chair. 

I took it up, inspecting it. It was Chrissy’s panties. 
“Really?!” I smiled to myself, sniffing it with ecstasy. 

I took a picture and sent it to her with an aubergine and peach emoji. 
The message she passed was successfully passed and I couldn't stop thinking of our sex. 

Suddenly,  the door flung open catching me off guard. 
It was Amber. What's with this bitch?

“No, you can't walk in here like you own this place. I'm gonna lose my mind and if I do, you'd end up hurt,” I snapped angrily with Chrissy’s lacy panties in my hand. 

“Your threats are empty, Dayle. It's me, you can't do away with me,” she said as she slowly walked up to me, her eyes fixed on my hand. “And, it smells like rough sex in here,” she let out as I was about to call security on her, she massaged her tits giving me a seductive look that made my face go red. 

“Do you think of me like you think of her?” she asked, unfazed. I looked away from her. 

“Amber, cover up. This is my office and you can't do this in here. It's not professional,” I scowled at her, still not looking her way. 

Amber chuckled darkly, “But sex with Chrissy is professional, right?” she asked as I scoffed. I was praying that Chrissy wouldn't walk in here and get the wrong picture of things. 

And why did they let them in here? I asked myself, confused about what to do. 
I know Amber, she would do something dramatic if I think I have the upper hand. 

“Dayle, all I want is your love. If you can't give it because of Chrissy, then… we can have sex. No strings attached, I promise…” she vowed shamelessly. At that moment, I wished so badly to get swallowed by the ground. 

“Go to hell!” I said as I grabbed my documents and cell phone to leave. And of course, Chrissy’s panties were tucked in my pocket. 

“I have the video of us, fucking and gonna go over to your house and show Chrissy that you are not all that,” she let out as I instantly turned to her. 

Despite the ugly sight of her boobs hanging freely, I was concerned about what she had just said. 

She shoved her phone in my face. Indeed, it was a video of us. Fuvking, like she said. 

But how did this happen? I watched my world crumble in one second just when I thought things had been dealt with. 

“You wouldn't do a thing like that, Amber. You know that I wouldn't and didn't fuck you,” I defiantly stated, my anger rising. 

“Oh, tell that to Chrissy when I show her. Dayle, it is easy, let's just do it and forget about all these. No one has to know,” she said, circling me like a prey. 

The choice was mine and of course, I would not cheat on Chrissy. 

“If you do this, I would be more than happy to kill you,” I warned and left her in the office. 

However, I was worried that anything might happen but when? I don't know.