THIRTEEN.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Reese .




I looked at him with disgust, how would he have sex with a girl in my front? Even if he couldn't keep his dick to himself at least he should respect me and keep his zip up. I was horny also, I did not join them in a three-way, nor did I go to meet the pilot to have sex with him. I had that self-control on our way to Washington. It seemed ridiculous how he fucked a woman in front of me but was mad that I brought a man home. Only two could play the game.

Did he think it was because he was a man or was my boss? Fine! He was my boss, but only at work! I was lost in everything this billionaire was trying to do. I disliked the fact that he always tried to control everyone around him. It was annoying and how he expected me to bend to his will and desire.

Men like him had a feeling of being superior to any other gender that existed and I hated them for that. I was glad he got the contract but that was where it ended, getting the contract.

He stormed out of the house, only God knew where he went, maybe he went to one of his concubine's houses. Luther might just be as horny as a goat, I had no idea where he was right now but one thing I knew for certain was that he was somewhere getting laid down deep into a lady's lap, stroking her with his long rod, sending her to heaven.

I noticed my nipples began to erect, Oh my God! I couldn't believe thinking about him made me horny.

I was hungry. I needed to eat something. To my surprise, his fridge was stuffed with everything needed to make my favorite meal, which was chicken fajitas.

I went around the house and realized everything was in place, so I began to do something I loved the most and that was cooking. After getting all the ingredients in place, I cut the chicken into bite-size pieces and placed it into a bowl; I sprinkled salt, chili powder, cumin powder, garlic powder, paprika, and red pepper flakes on top of the chicken. I decided to pour half the amount of oil and lemon juice. I thoroughly coat the chicken with the marinade and refrigerate it for an hour.

The hour was like a day so I got busy trying to read anything I could find. After a couple of minutes, I grease a nonstick pan with the remaining oil and place it over low heat. After that I sauteed diced onions and cooked them for about five minutes. I was already getting tired and reluctantly stirred everything occasionally. I added sliced bell peppers to the pan and continued to cook until it was soft. I transferred the pepper mixture onto a serving plate and covered it to keep it warm. I returned it to the pan on the stovetop and cooked the chicken for fifteen minutes.

I added cooked chicken on top of peppers and garnished it with chopped green onion. I found some cheese, sour cream, and avocado and then my meal was ready to go, I served it with some hot sauce on a flat plate.

As I ate my chicken Fajitas, it dawned on me that Joe had moved to Washington a couple of years ago, he use to be my booty call, there was a time we used to be fuck buddies, all we did was had sex and nothing tangible, he walked up to me one day in a grocery store, telling me I looked cute and how he was interested in fucking. I agreed and it was a three years long situationship until he got an offer he couldn't turn down here in Washington.

“Hello,” said his baritone voice from the other end of the phone.

“Hey! How are you doing Joe?” I tried so hard to be casual.

“To what do I owe this pleasant call, Miss Quinn,” he said. I have always been fascinated by how he spoke.

“Ehm. . . nothing serious, just checking up on you.”

“Are you sure ?”

“Of course I am. . .and. . .”

“And what?” curiously he asked. “I am in Washington, and I came on a business trip with my boss.”

“Wow, that is impressive,” he answered.

Did I think about just switching off the phone and walking away in shame? I shouldn't have called him, we haven't been in contact for a long time and here I was, telling him, I was in his town.

“Do you wanna meet up?” I asked, ignoring the fact that he sounded cold, I was waiting for his reply to be a no and I could be proud of making a joke out of myself.

“Of course Reese , I will love to see you.” He answered.

“What did you say?” I asked surprised, maybe my ears were deceiving me.

“Yes—Ms Quinn, I Will-Love-To-See You.” He said slowly like he was counting his words.

“Okay, let me send you the address.” I texted him the penthouse address, knowing fully well that Luther would come back in the middle of the night or maybe the next day.

After an hour, Joe got to the penthouse; he looked bigger than the Joe I used to know, and damn he was handsome, that was my weakness against him, his face was the reason I accepted his fuck buddy proposal and here I was looking at him, thinking of how easier my life would have been, had it been he had just come up to me and wanted a relationship, yes the type that might have led to marriage but relationships were off limit for me now, after tons of heartbreaks that I have been given, I didn't ever want to give love a chance.

“You look good and sexy,” he said as he bit his lips.

“Drop the joke, you know you are the handsome one, what is the secret?”

He laughed and said: “Just the gym and someone who cared about me,”

“Ouch, where is she,” I asked.

“Ehm. . . it's a he,” he uttered.

“Wow, I wasn't expecting that,” I said.

“Everyone says that,” We both laughed hysterically.

“I made food,” I was heading towards the kitchen when his firm hands held my hand.

“Enough of the formalities, you and I know damn well that I prefer to eat your pussy,” he raised me and dropped me on the closest sofa, spreading my legs wide open.

“Wow, you are prepared because you aren't even wearingpanties.”

“I am always ready for you, Joe.” He went fishing between my thighs, stripped my gown and started to glide in slowly. He fucked me as he missed me, I was at the apex of orgasm when I heard the door open.

Looking at the door I noticed Luther standing there, the look on his face was priceless.

Luther mustered up a scary grin and walked towards us, shook Joe's hand and spoke, “Thank you for stroking her right.”

He looked at me and said: “Nice one, Miss Quinn.” He turned back and walked towards his room.

“You never told me your Housemate was a man,” Joe whispered.

“You never asked!” I retorted.

“You should have mentioned it to me,” Joe said as he tried wearing back his pants.

“Okay, I promise to tell you next time.” He did not mention anything, Joe continued wearing his clothes, and as he took the last pair of his clothes, which was the shirt, he looked at me and said, “There will be no next time.” He looked back at me and stormed out of the bedroom afterwards.

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