A Home For My Heart

Chapter Two

STEPHON

Listening to my mom about the type of girls to let work in my company was the worst thing ever. These women have no self-respect, they constantly throw themselves my way as if showing off their boobs and skinny legs will do something for me. Guess what, it did. It made my stomach churn. I like my girls with meat on their bones a little chunky, you know something to hold.

But these ladies got nothing. They are pretty I'll give them that, their skin so pale it looks like it's in need of vitamin D, E and maybe some C. I like mines dark skin just like my favorite chocolate ice-cream. They made so many attempts to try and get me to bed them, but they all fail miserably they're simply not my type. Maybe for some other guy, just not me.

I constantly hit the company gym to burn off some of the tension rising within. Keeping my focus on my dream girl, who works for me by the way. The day I hired her, I was on cloud nine, and happy that my mother wasn't around. Who would of make that interview disastrous, because of her size. Since that day, I couldn't get her out of my head. Constantly sneaking a peek or two at her whenever I can.

She's like a drug to my brain, my cock and my damn heart. In my dreams, I imagine my hands on that body of hers, gasping and making her scream. I wish I could fire my personal sec but that would look to suspicious now, wouldn't it, firing a person for no reason. Well technically, there is one.

I remind myself daily never to settle for anything less. I have my aim; my vision and it's to go after that walking piece of chocolate.

So different, she is. The only female in this whole establishment that doesn't throw herself at me and she's just the type of girl I like. I wonder where she lives, I must find out, maybe pop in unannounced and say I got some work for her. I'm her boss, I could use that to my advantage. I'll do anything to get close to her. To have some sort of conversation, she barely talks to anyone except my guy in HR who has a bit of a father figure and seems to adore her like his own daughter.

Her smile sends butterflies flapping around in my stomach and I feel like a girl who just had her first kiss. Wait that reminds me... Does she have a boyfriend? Why didn't I think about that before.

My inside twisted in knots at the thought of her with another man, she's mine and mines alone. No other male must see what's under that clothing, it all belongs to me.

I don't care who thinks I sounded like a possessive freak, she's a natural beauty. A man would be blind to not see how attractive she was, a queen that belong in my kingdom. I suffer everyday, my hands itch to get a taste of her skin, so close and yet still so far. Giving up is not in my portfolio. So, I call forth my secretary and had her organize an office party at the ending of the month. It's nothing out of the ordinary to hold office parties, we one annually for our workers especially when there's a holiday approaching.

This would be the perfect opportunity to talk to her, see what she is like and hopefully if I played my cards right by the end of the night, I would know what she like and do not like.

Wow, this is what I call killing two birds with one stone.

My thoughts quickly wander to seeing her in a beautiful knee-high dress showing off her sexy legs and scrumptious curves. The legs that I dream of having wrapped around my waist, while I pile drive into her. A delicious shiver ran through me at the thought, and my member stands at attention excited to get some action from her and only her.

Her strawberry lips matching her complexion makes it even more perfect, she looks like a walking dessert waiting to be eaten. My only problem now was that I have my nosey mother to handle, if she knew my intentions, she would do whatever it takes to get a slimy on my arm by the end of the evening.

I love my mom a lot but there are boundaries you just don't cross, like trying to control my sex life. I hate people meddling in my personal space, if I choose to share it with you then so be it, if not then stay away.

I don't want no other woman; I just want my sweet dark chocolate. Who I hope to have on my arm by the end of that evening.

Shopping is a must, so I left my office and head to the downstairs parking lot. Now there's no need for me to buy clothes, my closet is full of the latest in fashion design wear. And here I am going to purchase another outfit, I want to make a good impression. She must see me. Only have eyes for me. Let the other ladies drool, I don't care.

For that night I want it to be special, to dance with her under the stars, looking into her beautiful eyes as I confess my feelings. To be her first kiss. If she hadn't been kissed yet, would be another achievement, holding her close to my body as I caress those lips.

Yes, she might be on the plus side, yes, she's the only dark skin in my company. In my eyes I see her as my future queen, my other half, my glue in every situation and my sweet beautiful chocolate.