The Heart Thief

the heart thief - |25|

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           In the conference room, surrounded by the board of directors, I found it challenging to concentrate on the meeting. My thoughts wandered to a charming woman with captivating brown eyes, untamed hair, and a radiant smile. While business strategies and financial projections filled the air during the meeting's full swing, my mind remained elsewhere. Throughout the forty minutes I sat in this chair, I couldn't say I truly grasped what was being discussed.

           Under the table, my fingers tapped away on my phone's screen, engaged in a continuous text exchange with Millie. We had been texting non-stop since morning, indulging in flirting, sexting, teasing, and playful banter. It was an addictive feeling, unlike anything I had experienced before. The urge to talk to her consumed me, and even though Isaac referred to it as our "honeymoon phase," Millie and I hadn't officially defined our relationship. Despite the lack of a label, there was definitely something happening between us, and it was a topic that could scare anyone off. Reflecting on it now, I couldn't help but chuckle mischievously because, in the so-called 'honeymoon phase,' there seemed to be no limits to what we wanted to explore together.

           We fuck. A lot. So many times. All the time. If my dick could talk, it would complain first before it falls off. I didn't even think I had the stamina until I had Millie, and now all I could think about was when I'd get her in bed, but the good thing was, neither one of us cared about bed. We fuck everywhere and anywhere. One of my favorite places was the conference room that the directors had their hands on; I fucked Millie there with the blinds closed, pressed against the table, her hair spread around as she held onto me.

          How many times had we done it here? A few. I wasn't counting. Would anyone count? The thing was, Millie and I were driven by something so addictive that we couldn't keep our hands to each other. And god, Millie, she was all hot and warm and tight in all the right places. It was like she was meant for me and my dick for her.

           The morning after we first slept together, it took me a moment to comprehend what had happened. Isaac had drugged us, and we had been under the influence all night, resulting in waking up with Millie naked on my bed. My bed, a space no woman had touched before, was now shared with her. At first, I expected to feel uncomfortable, but surprisingly, I remained calm. Her presence so close to me stirred a chaotic feeling I never knew I had. I couldn't help but fixate on her sleeping beside me, and I knew then, when I grew hard, that I was in trouble.

           Millie was addictive. In a way I couldn't explain. She had somehow wrapped herself around my mind that I couldn't do anything but think about her. My body reacted with every thought and every sound of her name. I was starting to think I was crazy, you know, and even considered asking Isaac for some of the weird shit he liked. But then I thought, the best way to solve it, was to surge forward. I did. Millie, like me, was also going through the same thing. It wasn't hard to comply. The second kiss led to another thing, which led to another big discovery; that we liked to fuck each other, and we weren't stopping anytime soon. So it happened. I fell under.

           The sound of my phone's vibration against my skin made me look down, and I had to bite back a chuckle, fearing that it might draw unwanted attention. Not that I was scared, but it wasn't exactly professional of me to be distracted by a phone while a meeting was going on. Unless I wanted dad to call me with another complain, I had to pretend I was listening to what these people were saying.

           With each vibration of my phone, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I continued to struggle to suppress my laughter when I read her witty remark that sent a jolt of excitement through me. It was as if the mundane world of board meetings and corporate affairs melted away, pulling me into her world. It was a battle of wills, trying to keep my focus on the meeting while my mind was consumed by her thoughts.