from me. The money and name doesn’t matter to her, at least that’s what it seems like. I’m never wrong about people.
Never.
IT’S SAFE TO SAY I’ve looked at his dick over a hundred times. Damn, it’s a beautiful cock. Nice and big and wide. Fuck, would that fit in my pussy? Fuck, what I’m I thinking! I can’t think this! Sharp’s my manager, and this is against company policy or whatever…Right?
But. Damn.
I need a distraction. Now! Grabbing the files from my bag, I head to my office, but walking down the hall I pass his room. Placing my hand on his door, I trace his name with my other hand. Patrick. My precious baby. He died in my stomach, but I wanted to hold him. Yet, when he entered this world Henry took him out. He didn’t want me to cry and get attached. I was so angry, but I understood. I never got to hold Patrick.
Holding the door knob, I stand before his door and rock back and forth, debating if I should go in or not, and it kills me because I can’t step into his room without wanting to break down. Gaining the strength I need, I open the door and my eyes go to the painting on the wall. I spent days perfecting the picture of the moon and stars. The quote, always kiss me goodnight, stands out. The wooden rocking chair in the corner sits still. I never got a chance to sit in it. I never got the chance to change Patrick and hear his cries. My hands trace the painting, and I look in his crib. There are teddy bears all over the corner of his crib. The baby-blue blanket rests on top, never being slept in. Standing here brings back memories I’ve kept inside. I haven’t thought about Patrick in months. Sometimes I forget. I hate myself when I do. When I forget it means I don’t love him, and that’s not true. I love Patrick and will always love him.
Leaving his room, I head towards my office and get to work. I turn on the computer and pull up Sharp Security Inc. I log into my account and start working.
Hours of work later, I lift my arms over my head and stretch my body. It’s been so long since I’ve been holed in my office, but the work I needed to have done is done. Emailing the files to Sharp and Taylor, I pick up my phone and see if Beverly’s up for a late night dinner. She’s pregnant, so I know she’s hungry.
Beverly: OMG so hungry. Come pick me up. I’m craving some Denny’s right now!
Me: Lol, okay. I’ll be there soon.
Grabbing my purse, I head out and pick up Beverly. She waddles to my car, and we head to Denny’s. The drive is quick and soon we find ourselves in the booth with plates of food. Fried food is the answer for everything. Sure I’ll kill myself in the gym tomorrow, but right now I regret nothing.
“So how the hell are you?”
I laugh, “Really good, actually. Work is going really well, and the divorce is almost final!”
“Finally! I’m glad you kicked his ass to the curb.”
“Me too, but I have something to show you.” I reach into my phone and show her the anaconda belonging to Sharp.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out! Holy shit. I would lick that man’s dick any day. Shit, and I thought Dylan was huge. Wow, so this is your manager?” I nod. “The manger you’ve never met?” I nod again. “You’re a lucky bitch.”
“We talk, and he brings out something in me. It’s kinky and damn it’s hot.”
“You are lucky.”
“I know,” my voice squeaks, but I can’t help it. Talking to Sharp is sexy and seductive. He brings my body to levels it’s never known, and we haven’t even fucked. I think about it though, wonder how he’ll feel when he’s in me. Will he be rough? Will he spank me or pull my hair? Shit, I know I’ll want him to. I sigh thinking about when he’ll be back in the office.
“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”
“Sure am,” I grin like a school girl. “Can you imagine how he’ll be in bed?”
“I can only dream.”
“Me too.”
When I drop off Beverly, I head home. I’m excited to spend my time
Never.
IT’S SAFE TO SAY I’ve looked at his dick over a hundred times. Damn, it’s a beautiful cock. Nice and big and wide. Fuck, would that fit in my pussy? Fuck, what I’m I thinking! I can’t think this! Sharp’s my manager, and this is against company policy or whatever…Right?
But. Damn.
I need a distraction. Now! Grabbing the files from my bag, I head to my office, but walking down the hall I pass his room. Placing my hand on his door, I trace his name with my other hand. Patrick. My precious baby. He died in my stomach, but I wanted to hold him. Yet, when he entered this world Henry took him out. He didn’t want me to cry and get attached. I was so angry, but I understood. I never got to hold Patrick.
Holding the door knob, I stand before his door and rock back and forth, debating if I should go in or not, and it kills me because I can’t step into his room without wanting to break down. Gaining the strength I need, I open the door and my eyes go to the painting on the wall. I spent days perfecting the picture of the moon and stars. The quote, always kiss me goodnight, stands out. The wooden rocking chair in the corner sits still. I never got a chance to sit in it. I never got the chance to change Patrick and hear his cries. My hands trace the painting, and I look in his crib. There are teddy bears all over the corner of his crib. The baby-blue blanket rests on top, never being slept in. Standing here brings back memories I’ve kept inside. I haven’t thought about Patrick in months. Sometimes I forget. I hate myself when I do. When I forget it means I don’t love him, and that’s not true. I love Patrick and will always love him.
Leaving his room, I head towards my office and get to work. I turn on the computer and pull up Sharp Security Inc. I log into my account and start working.
Hours of work later, I lift my arms over my head and stretch my body. It’s been so long since I’ve been holed in my office, but the work I needed to have done is done. Emailing the files to Sharp and Taylor, I pick up my phone and see if Beverly’s up for a late night dinner. She’s pregnant, so I know she’s hungry.
Beverly: OMG so hungry. Come pick me up. I’m craving some Denny’s right now!
Me: Lol, okay. I’ll be there soon.
Grabbing my purse, I head out and pick up Beverly. She waddles to my car, and we head to Denny’s. The drive is quick and soon we find ourselves in the booth with plates of food. Fried food is the answer for everything. Sure I’ll kill myself in the gym tomorrow, but right now I regret nothing.
“So how the hell are you?”
I laugh, “Really good, actually. Work is going really well, and the divorce is almost final!”
“Finally! I’m glad you kicked his ass to the curb.”
“Me too, but I have something to show you.” I reach into my phone and show her the anaconda belonging to Sharp.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out! Holy shit. I would lick that man’s dick any day. Shit, and I thought Dylan was huge. Wow, so this is your manager?” I nod. “The manger you’ve never met?” I nod again. “You’re a lucky bitch.”
“We talk, and he brings out something in me. It’s kinky and damn it’s hot.”
“You are lucky.”
“I know,” my voice squeaks, but I can’t help it. Talking to Sharp is sexy and seductive. He brings my body to levels it’s never known, and we haven’t even fucked. I think about it though, wonder how he’ll feel when he’s in me. Will he be rough? Will he spank me or pull my hair? Shit, I know I’ll want him to. I sigh thinking about when he’ll be back in the office.
“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”
“Sure am,” I grin like a school girl. “Can you imagine how he’ll be in bed?”
“I can only dream.”
“Me too.”
When I drop off Beverly, I head home. I’m excited to spend my time
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