He bent me over his office desk and stripped away my underwear, letting the cold breeze hit my ass. He inserted the tip of his cock into my dripping cunt.
As he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me, I felt my head starting to spin and gripped t...
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Its been 2 days since I've last seen Mr. Matthews. I had no idea how to approach him the day after so instead of facing reality, I contacted Gloria and told her I came down with a cold and that I'd be out for a couple of days. A shit excuse is an understatement for what I said but ofcourse, everyone believes it.
So here I am laying on my couch with a wine glass on the table scrolling through Netflix to try and process the situation.
How would I even hold a conversation with him? Wouldn't it be somewhat weird or awkward even? Maybe he's having regrets for making me stay that night and he's going to see me as less un-professional and suit for the job?
In the middle of my thoughts, my phone started ringing, causing me to groan and sit up.
Shit, It's Allen. I've been ignoring his calls and texts for the last few days and I bit my bottom lip, debating on whether to answer or not.
I slid the green button up and managed to smile in my voice, "Hi." laying back down.
"Where the hell have you been? I thought you were kidnapped or something."
So much for manners, but he does have a point. He hasn't heard from me in days.
"Sorry, I've been busy with work and stuffs. I took today off to clear my head." A lie flowed from my lips and the guilt was immediately rushing in.
"You started 3 days ago, what on earth could you be busy with that you can't answer your phone or even reply to my texts?" I heard the criticism in his voice and I didn't need to be there to know he was narrowing his eyes at his phone.
I mumbled an apology that I didn't mean in hopes of changing the conversation. Thankfully, it worked and for about 45 minutes, we were just chatting about whatever he brought up.
I heard his door open and a voice said something to him, I couldn't quite make out what the voice said.
"Shit, baby, gotta go." Then he abruptly hung up on me. Not that I minded honestly.
I sat back up and decided to go on a walk, to try and clear my thought. I put my hair in a terribly loose bun, drew on some sweatpants and a white top and some sneakers and locked the front door, with my phone and earbuds in hand. I checked the time and it was a few minutes after 4.
I'll be back by 6 and make dinner then try and check some emails. I shan't get sidetracked.
I made a mental note in my head to what to do later, putting my phone in my waist band and earbuds in my ears with my playlist on shuffle and started jogging down the street, avoiding getting hit by cars.
After 45 minutes of jogging, I stopped at the park for a breather. I loved this park. Even thought it's a good drive from where I live, but I'll always relish a chance to just stop by, even for 5 minutes.
I sat by a bench and took my earbuds out, taking in the cool breeze hitting my skin. New York evening breeze is the best. I threw my head back on the bench, closing my eyes taking in the moment. I took a deep breath in and let my thoughts run wild for the time being.
