All For Me

forty eight

charlotte pov

i walked out of the office cum drunk? orgasm high? on cloud nine? i dont know but i know that my head was swimming with pleasure at what just occurred

it was so freaking heavenly. i could barely hold in my moans no matter how much she threatened me to shut up

i- i think i like being 'dominated'.

i licked my dry, bruised lips and walked back to where charles and angelic were sitting, seemingly having a conversation

it halted as i sat down and i pulled out my phone like i wasn't gone for about thirty-fourty minutes

my phone was snatched and my eyes snapped up

"spill." charles said with a glare. i could feel angelic eyes burning to my skin. charles scoffed. "dont play dumb with me. you were gone for fifty minutes— come back with forming hickys, swollen lips and hair a mess"

i mentally cursed scarlet for leaving more hickies

"well for one, she really needed help-"

"yeah with chasing her orgasm" charles snorted like a pig making me glare at him

"no." i lied. "she needed help with something on her computer and you know how "old people" are with the internet. it even confused me a bit, thus leading to it taking longer. the bruise on my neck isnt a hicky.

i was bending down to pick up a sheet that fell and hit my jaw on the edge of her desk. my lips are swollen because i was biting them out of nervousness. you know thats my nervous habit and my hair is because i ran my fingers going through it stressfully" i breathed

woah. that surprised me at how easily and smoothly i just lied

charles looked convinced and gave me back my phone but angelic— not so much.

"you got more excuses then a man getting caught fucking his mother" she shook her head and stood up

"ang-"

"ill see you two later" she grumbled; shooting me a angry glance before storming off

"whats with her?" charles asked as he eyed the angry woman leaving our table

i rubbed my forehead. "im not sure..."