Chapter 37
Marcus
Paul has the best taste when it comes to picking the best leisure locations. He insisted on being the one in charge of our 2- day break trip and I agreed.
“You see? I told you I’m the best.”
A burst of laughter followed and I joined by smiling. It wasn’t entirely a funny statement to get me laughing my ass out but the way and manner in which he said it was the fun of it.
“I didn’t disagree, Paul.”
“And I wish you did,” he responded. With the glass of whiskey between my lips, I sipped that draw and allowed it to burn throat before looking at him. “Huh?”
“If you did then I’d have gotten the perfect moment to tell you a good story and when I say a good story, I mean a good
one.”
My eyes squinted and he laughed. “Nothing serious but this rooftop? This is where I met Joliet.”
my
“Holy–fucking shit,” I blurted with irritation evident in my voice. I rubbed my hand over my forehead, absolutely stunned that Paul brought me here; cities away, to sit at the luxurious rooftop where he met a woman.
“What happened to warning a man?” I asked him and he lowered the glass.
“Thing is–if I had told you, you wouldn’t have agreed to come with me.”
Who said that? Hell, even I needed a break, a trip to get over what happened at the office with her. I needed to feel some form of emotion particularly remorse and even regret but I don’t feel shit.
I hate to even think of how nonchalant I must have been to be fucking another woman when— don’t even think of it, Marcus.
“Or maybe you would,” he added. “You like you do need a break”
Knowing the direction this conversation could possibly take, I gave a nod. “So what’s the whole thing behind coming here?” “More like an anniversary.”
I choked on my drink and my eyes flew open at him. “Anni– what?”
He cocked an eyebrow in response and I let out another stunned sigh. “You’re not even in a relationship with Joliet. How do you explain celebrating an anniversary on a rooftop, alone?”
“I sure as hell am not alone,” he fired back and to an extent, it was true ‘cause I was sitting right beside him.”
“Well count me out of this ‘cause I had no prior knowledge of your damn anniversary plan.” It sounded too ridiculous to
even say.
“Now here’s where it gets more interesting— I invited her over and she agreed to come.”
“To come?? Here??”
“Yes, my friend
How on earth am I supposed to have the break if I keep getting unknowingly invited to dinner to watch Lovers?
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No, Melissa and I are not lovers, we are not even anything close to that and what happened to us? It was due to the heat at the moment. She was so fucking hot that even if I was sober, I’d feel my cock get hard under my chinos. No lies about that and so I don’t blame us for what happened.
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She was without doubt the best person I’ve gotten an experience beating the rest. I wouldn’t say Except Kyra but that’s a lot of exceptions. Firstly, I was still very inexperienced when it came to Kyra so I did all I could do without fear of judgment and the best part was that each time I touched her, she always couldn’t control how wet she got.
Maybe getting a woman wet has nothing to do with being good in bed but it played a good role in the countless number of times I fucked Kyra. It made it feel new, never old to know that she always reacted to my touch whether good or bad.
That was it— the best sex despite the inexperience but somehow, my mind was doing this thing where thinking of the best experience brings Melissa to my mind.
It’s so fucking annoying that she didn’t even have to try— she didn’t have to do shit but let her fingers get lost in my arms while I thrust in and out of her sloppy sex. It was effortless and yet, I think of her as the best.
What pissed me more is that a part of me would go all the way to know what fucking her in her mouth would feel like. What watching her go down on me would look like and the thought of it right here? It was messing with my head.
I have to stop thinking of her in this way. She’s Miss Kane, my secretary, and Ian’s girlfriend. Hell, that should fucking reset my brain– remembering that she’s Ian’s girlfriend but it only felt like a title. A goddamn title like a secretary.
I took a quick pour into my glass and raised it to my lip. Paul was still blabbing about his crush or whatever it was he was feeling for Joliet. I missed the whole story because for obvious reasons, Melissa kept coming to my mind and I could barely focus on a mere conversation.
“… I can’t lie, man.”
Something told me to ask what the whole story was about but I didn’t need Paul bugging me about being absent–minded. I also sure as hell did not want him thinking it was Kyra getting me all distracted.
“It’s not even up for contemplations,” he continued. “I’ll have her over and over if she lets me.”
I think I now got a hint of what he was saying but it’d be so weird to ask him. You fucked her? Or asking him something direct when he just gave a whole ass story that I missed.
“Too bad you feel jealous right now,” he said. “You’ve not had a hot woman bend over for you in a while.” He chuckled lightly and I noticed he was referring to me.
Shit. Jealous? That is definitely not me and to think that I just had someone hotter— no offense intended.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?”
“Yeah– you look lost man. All you did was give a nod throughout my story which is not only crazy but odd Ourghhh yes— I forgot I was supposed to be chirping in bits of advice like the unpaid adviser that I am.
“Man, do you need something?”
“Hell yes, I do. I need to get laid.” Not because I was horny or somewhat needed an urgent release but because I needed another woman’s touch to replace Melissa’s and most importantly, to replace the sound of Melissa’s moan in my head.
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