It's strange, the things we do in search of love, and even stranger when we've found our potential happily ever after.
I wondered, in Bychkov's room that evening, if Watson would appreciate what I had gone through to be with him- not that I'd ever tell him about it.
The second time being on my knees for him wasn't as horrible as before. I gagged less often. I got into the rhythm of things by imagining it was Watson.
At his command, I learned a few new things about giving pleasure to a man. One being that some men liked it messy. Lots of spitting.
Instead of making me swallow again that time, he gave me what he called "a facial." Gross! I never even looked at myself in the mirror when I went to the bathroom to clean up.
I freshened up, and went back to him in the living room.
"You were great-"
"Thanks. Now, the information."
"I was about to. What? Is it the facial that has you riled up?" He asked, I rolled my eyes and looked away, "Most girls like getting facials."
"Not that kind."
"Anyway, you were great. You're good with following instructions, and you're a quick learner. Jay likes you-"
"He does?" I asked, not sounding too excited about it.
"Yea. You're a hard worker. You get to work before most people, take shorter breaks and-"
Although it was alarming how much he had noticed about me, he misunderstood me: "I don't think we're on the same page here."
"Oh? Oh, I see. So, I was right. You do like older men."
"I thought... you didn't know about..." I stammered. What the fuck? I should've never entered that room.
If only Riley wasn't such a bitch, I wouldn't have had to go through any of it. I could've told her about the crush as a girlfriend, and she would've told me what she knew about Watson.
"No, I hadn't known. I was only teasing. Wow, you're crushing on your boss. That's a cliché."
It was no longer just a crush. I caught feelings after what happened that morning when I was locked out. But Bychkov didn't need to know that.
"Wow, you're having oral sex with your assistant. That's a cliché," I shot back at him.
To which he replied with a smirk and, "touché."
"Tell me what to do."
"No," he shook his head.
"Please," I added.
"It's not about manners. We had a deal, and I held up my end. It's not my fault you weren't specific about what you wanted out of it-"
"So what, now you're teaching me how to do business?" I asked with sass. I knew confidence and assertiveness were one of the few ways to change a "client's" mind.
"Yes, which I presumed you'd be good at, given your CV," he said, getting up from the couch.
That's where I'd say: "touché," but I didn't want to make his big head any bigger.
He headed to the door and unlocked it, showing that he was serious. "Goodnight, Emily."
I didn't want to seem desperate, because then I'd be at a disadvantage. "Fine," I said, heading to the door with my head held high: "Goodnight."
"Alright, wait," he said. I stopped. "In business, when the deal has been made. It's done. Except you're still new to the game so I'll give you a freebie."
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The Inc Affair (Pty) Ltd
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