I undo my pants pulling them down as Serena drops to the floor. Carla’s eyes drop to my hard cock, which is hard because of Carla, as Serena wraps her lips around it. Carla’s eyes go wide, and she flips me off before she walks off.
Serena’s mouth starts moving, but I pull her away and do up my pants.
“You should go, and don’t come back, Serena. I don’t love you.”
“She isn’t even blonde,” she screams and walks out.
No. No, she isn’t.
“You get your dick sucked often by your ex?” Her voice startles me, she’s sitting in my personal assistant’s seat swinging around on her seat. How long has she been here? It’s been hours since Serena left.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
“Around.” She swings on her seat like a child and I walk over to stop it. She looks up to me with an abundance of hate and with her eyes narrowed in on me. “Not sucking dick… that’s for sure.”
“You should have left.”
“So you can have your dick sucked in private?” she asks, her eyes not even blinking.
“No, I don’t mind an audience,” I answer her back, making her stand.
She pushes her hand against my chest in anger, and my cock instantly hardens at her touch.
“No. We already know that since you like to record it. Tell me, do you do that to all the woman you fuck?”
Reaching for her hair, I push her back, but she shakes her head away from my touch.
“That privilege is reserved only for you.”
“Aren’t you a fucking sweetheart.”
I go to bite at her lips, but she pulls away before I can make contact. But it’s not far enough. “I can be your sweetheart if you want to wrap those naughty lips around my cock.” I thrust my hips, and she looks at me in disgust.
“I would never touch that.” She doesn’t move when she says it.
“But you have, haven’t you?” I argue back. Her face goes red, and her temper’s now flaring.
“What a mistake that was.”
“Are you telling me I wasn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had?”
“Nope. You most certainly are not.”
“Lies,” I say back to her.
“I was actually thinking of going out now to get laid. Since we discussed this and I now know you’re doing that, I might as well.” Her eyebrows bounce up and down at the tease.
“No, you won’t. You will not be going anywhere to fuck anyone.”
“Try to stop me, you asshole.” She pushes against me to move, but I don’t. All she does in the process is rub her sweet little body all over mine, making me want her even more.
She notices a minute too late, and before I can stop myself, I reach for her hair, pulling it and bringing her face closer to mine. My lips touch hers, and I remember exactly how she tastes. Fucking sweet. Sweet as the most delicious cherry.
Her lips don’t move at first, until I press my body into hers a little harder. Then she gives in, her mouth opens, and I take full advantage. My tongue slides into hers, and just as I push our bodies closer, she does the unthinkable.
She fucking bites my tongue until I taste the metallic tang of blood.
Pulling back, she smiles. There’s a touch of blood on the side of her mouth.
“You think you can have what doesn’t belong to you just because you have money?” she asks. Carla steps away from me as I wipe my mouth.
“You bit me.”
“I did. And I won’t hesitate to do the same if you try that shit again.” She quickly walks to the elevators, and I do nothing to stop her.
“I’m going to make you beg, rich girl. And I’m going to fucking enjoy it.”
“Hey, Whiskey…” She flips me off, keeping it in the air as the elevator doors open. “Sit on this and rotate, asshole.” Then she walks into the elevator with a smile so evil, if I didn’t know better, I’d say I will need to watch out for her.
14
Carla
The fucking nerve of him. Honestly, how dare he? Who does he think he is? Pulling his cock out as if I wasn’t even there, then kissing me as if he has my permission to do so. My anger has reached an all-new level of boiling point. Driving back to where I now live, much to my disgust, I walk directly into the house and beeline it straight for his bedroom. Pushing the door open, I notice the bed is made and everything’s in order. If he thinks he can treat me any way he pleases, he’s wrong.
I’m not his puppet.
And I’m definitely not his rich girl.
Walking over to his surround sound system, I play the last song he listened to and blast it up. I turn it as loud as it can go before I kick off my heels and walk over to his closet. Opening it, I see all his perfect suits hanging one by one, side by side. My eyes look around the room, and I start pulling every drawer open. Then I empty the contents onto the floor, dropping each one as I go. A pair of scissors drop to the floor and I pick them up. Oh, I have an idea. Stepping back to his closet, I start tearing up each and every one of his perfectly lined up suits until they fall to pieces on the floor. Then I reach for everything that’s high, pulling that down so as to make a complete and utter mess of his perfect little piece of solitude.