Also, around the time I was graduating, my mother killed herself. After he left, she fell into a hole so deep, that she barely managed to crawl back out. In the end, she didn’t manage at all, it consumed her. I basically raised myself for the remaining years of high school before I left and joined the Army. Lucky enough for me, I wasn’t the one who found her body. She didn’t kill herself home, she got a room at a motel and did there I think specifically so she could spare me from that fate.
She was still gone though, so she wasn’t sparing me from much. My father started poking his head around me and my business when I made it big, which I should have anticipated but didn’t. He was persona non grata and any calls to the company from him were ignored. He ruined our family. He drove my mother to suicide. He had no right to act like my father now that there was something in it for him.
Maybe once upon a time, their love was a beautiful thing, but in the end, it was what killed my mother. It wasn’t enough to keep him with her or with their family. It didn’t matter how much joy and happiness you could get from being in love when that same love could cause so much pain and destruction.
I wanted no part of it.
“Hey,” I heard from the front of the cab. I had zoned out, not realizing that the car had come to a stop. “You headed somewhere else, or is this you?”
“Sorry, yeah this is me.” After paying for my ride, I hopped out of the cab and let myself into my building. I had a penthouse. I could see the entire city from my living room. It was like being the king. I loved it. The only thing that would’ve made it better was a partner for the night.
That might not even have been true, since whenever I even thought about another woman, the redhead came to mind. Maggie… I didn’t even know her last name. That meant I shouldn't have been thinking about her.
What the hell was wrong with me? I knew that she wasn’t mooning over me like this. Why would she? We made a deal that night, in fact, she was the one that propositioned me. For all I knew she was with someone else right now, giving him what I wanted her to give me.
I hated feeling like this. I hated the isolation. It made me feel small. After everything I had earned in my life, I couldn’t believe that this was what I was allowing it to bother me.
It never used to happen before meeting Maggie. I swear, the woman must have been a witch.
I went to take a shower to take my mind off of things. I was sober as a judge which meant I was probably going to take a little time getting to sleep. I was at the point that I had dreams about the woman, that had never happened to me. Not even as a kid thinking about the first girl who touched my cock.
I lay in my bed, naked, and didn’t fight the thoughts off when they came. I played that night over like a movie in my mind. I wished that I had a recording of us if that was all I was going to get of the night we had had together. Just remembering the feel of her smooth skin under my hands was making me hard.
I fondled my cock and started lazily jerking it. Immediately I was torqued. I barely ever masturbated anymore, not since recently; something else I never used to do until meeting Maggie. I tended to have company to take care of stuff like that for me but these days, I preferred my hand over a woman that wasn’t her.
One last time. One more roll in the hay and she’d undo whatever hex she put on me and I’d be free.
Or by some disaster of fate, I’d end up craving her even worse.
I closed my eyes and thought back to that night. I ate her out in the limo. She came fairly fast which made me think she hadn’t gotten it that good before. We got to my place and I asked her whether she was sure she wanted to come up with me. If she ended up leaving after I ate her out, I’d be sore about it but I wouldn’t hold it against her if that was all she wanted.
“Take me inside,” she said. I laughed then because that was exactly what I was going to do, in more ways than one.
“This is a nice place. Looking for a roommate?” she remarked once we were inside. I laughed. I was not but I was thankful for the offer. I made the gentlemanly offer of food or drink before anything happened and she declined both.
“I thought the dinner and drinks part of the night was over,” she said. I led her to the bedroom instead and shoved her onto the bed. She was just as eager as I was so the clothes came off quick and easy. She was a stunner. The women in New York were all of a certain type. Waifs, stick-thin because they were models or socialites or you know, just because that kind of look was popular.
Maggie had curves. Hips, tits, everything you liked in a woman, she had more. It was definitely the right decision going home with her. One night was all that was promised but I would be making the most of it.
2
Maggie
Giving up my day job to work as an assistant wasn’t the career move I thought I’d be making in my late twenties but I didn’t have a single regret. I worked for the best, most eccentric, unconventional boss I could have asked for. Missy James, my boss, was a stylist.
I went to school for accounting, not fashion, but in the little time that I had been working for her, she paid me better than any company I had worked for in the past. On top of that, the hours were flexible, and probably the best part of this job was the fact that she and her friends had become my friends.
Her Nespresso machine was brewing me a cup of coffee in her kitchen. It was about ten in the morning and we were yet to start our workday. By starting our workday, I meant heading down to the space downstairs that had become our de facto office.
Typically we would be there until about lunch when she would order something delicious from a restaurant so expensive and exclusive I never would have heard of it before, and then keep going for a few more hours but never into the evening. Heaven’s forbid. Long before that time, we would be finished or she would have gone to meet a client. Even better, she would end the workday in favor of happy hour cocktails and if we were lucky, her friends Brenna and Eddy would join us.
It was great, arguably the best thing I had ever done. My reality now was nothing like what I thought it would look like but I wasn’t mad about it. I was incredibly grateful to Missy for the opportunity. I didn’t know where I saw my career going but this was an amazing place to be.
“Oh my god, Easton, stop,” I heard over my shoulder. I looked over even though that was clearly a signal not to do that. Missy and her boyfriend, no, sorry, fiancé now, stumbled into the room giggling. I smiled but looked away.
Okay, so there was one drawback of using my boss’s beautiful townhouse as our office. She actually lived here. Lately, her fiancé had been over more and more during our work hours. He was a billionaire tech guy, so I wasn’t sure how he spent his workdays or how he was able to be here all the time. It wasn’t that it was annoying, even though it was, honestly, I was just a little jealous.
“You want me to stop?” Easton asked her. She squealed as he pushed her into the wall and shut her up by kissing her.