Santiago runs his finger over my bottom lip and my red lipstick slightly smudges.
"Santi," I hiss. He leans down and nicks my bottom lip in return.
"It's Mr. Alvaro to you, secretary," he rumbles. He ran his hand that was resting on my hips down to...
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"Ah, Mr. Alvaro," the girl whithers under me as she cums around my cock.
I keep pumping into her until my release follows. By then, she'd hit her second orgasm.
I pull out of her while she stays limp on the bed, still recovering. I get dressed while whats-her-face finally calms herself.
I head for the door, and she speaks. "I'll see you Monday, Mr. Alvaro."
"Maybe you should put in your two-week notice. I'll give $20,000 in compensation," I say, leaving the room.
Working with someone after I've slept with them is a no-go. I don't set out to sleep with my secretaries, it just naturally happens.
They get hired, they meet me, and they want to fuck me. Who can blame them? They walk around the office with their tits out and short little skirts. When I approach them, they oblige.
When I get what I want, I get rid of them. I don't like my job to be messy.
My phone rings.
"What do you want?" I ask. I also don't like phone calls. I prefer texts. Everyone knows this about me. Mainly, my closest friends.
So why the hell is Julian calling me?
"Santiago, that's not very nice. What if I was calling you to tell you I'm stuck in Hawaii?"
"I would tell you to pray to God and hope he helps you," I deadpan.
I could hear his eyes roll over the phone.
"Renee is throwing a welcome back party for herself tomorrow night," Julian explains.
"I don't give a fuck about your bitch, J."
"Watch it, Santiago. I'm just calling to invite you. The party starts at 8, be there."
He quickly hangs up, and I slide my phone into my pocket.
I am a man of high stature. Four of my friends and I founded our company ALARAX in college. Ever since then, life has been like paradise.
Parties every night with hundreds of women. My best friends for life by my side. Taking care of my family taking away our debt and paying my Mom's medical bills.
Life was fine. Life was easy. But, as my madre always reminds me, I'm getting too damn old.
An hour later, I reached my flat. I have dozens of emails from my employees that I don't feel like answering.
I really need a new assistant.
"I was wondering when you were getting home. Y'know after being out with your hookers all night."
