Wanted For Pleasure

Chapter Sixty-seven: post nut clarity

Dedicated to OlowuBusolami 🤎 as promised, an update before 9pm haha

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"There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?"

Chris Omar Vaughn

January

"Smile!" Cleo bossed.

"Aww!" She cooed at the photo shortly after taking it.

My smile immediately dropped and I went back to work.

She took a seat on my desk and ate a rice cake. Random ass snack.

"Thanks," she sang, "now I can update your employee ID."

"I'm only here for another month, Cleo."

"And? You can still have a good photo."

I laughed her off, trying to concentrate.

"Wow," she suddenly pondered, "it's already been a whole month? Aren't you so happy we met?"

"No, not really." I joked with her.

She smacked her red lips. "Anyway. I'm still waiting for my gift since you got that raise."

I closed my MacBook and sighed. "I didn't even get myself anything, what do you think you're gonna get?"

She scoffed, jokingly hurt. "I thought we were better than that. Hey, how did you get that raise without you-know-who in the way?"

I shrugged. "Maybe 'cause I'm a hard-worker, Cleo."

"Eh, no. Gotta be something else." She was suspicious.

"Get the fuck out." I laughed, pointing to the door.

That's when Sabrina walked by and both Cleo and I stared silently as she passed.

"Ugh. Talk about a cameltoe."

"Cleo, you never said what she did to you?"

Cleo's face fell. "I just hate her."

"Well as long as there's a legit reason." I was sarcastic and Cleo flipped me off for it.

"I'll see you later, Terminator." She was corny on her way out.

A few minutes later, my door opened again. I was supposed to be on break and Cleo knew that when she left, usually she puts the 'do not disturb' sign on the door.

Sabrina walked in, surprising me.

She locked the door after her and walked over to my desk in a pair of shiny black boots.

"Mr.Vaughn," she talked quietly, "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Tsk tsk. What did I tell you about this hair, let it down?"

Okay, okay, I'm caught. So, maybe after realizing I was a little too hard on Sabrina at the party, I saw her that next workday and apologized. She opened up to me about how she had liked me since the second she saw my profile on her dad's desk months ago.
I understood that it was nice of her to go out of her way to convince her father I was the one he should give the raise to. I was thankful.
I explained that she just came off a little too strong especially for me who had just gotten out of s relationship. She consoled me even when I didn't open up and go into detail, but I can acknowledge that she was there for me. Sabrina went on to say that we could take things slow. She suggested I do need to move which I can agree on, not that I really want to right now anyway. Seeing that it's been a couple of months, though, I thought "what the hell?" So we went out for Chinese. After that, she took me to The Sinclair where she had a room and I asked no questions about it. At first we were just drinking and playing a card game, next thing I know, she was sucking my dick. I felt bad, but not really, I didn't touch her. Besides, I'm sorry, but I needed that relief. It's been a while. It didn't help me to get over Morgan, and it wasn't the best head I've gotten by far, but — that's it actually, that's all I got.
I am single. Yes, my heart is with Morgan Ann, but I am single.