WEEK EIGHT. DAY NO. 1. WEDNESDAY. NOON.
Isabella's POV.
Ring....
Ring....
"Okay. Let me guess Isabella.. Mommy needs more of Daddy's money?" Dick chuckled into the other end of the phone. I could have hung that shit up right then and there, but I held it together.
"No, I don't need money Dick.."
"Oh? Well you never call me otherwise... What is it little girl? What do you need from Daddy today.." I could already hear the sexual excitement in his voice as he started to toy with me in front of his little audience. He was in the middle of a meeting for God's sake, and he couldn't even keep his shit together in an office setting. I guess he was trying to put on a show for all of his subordinates.
"Take me off of speaker phone please."
BEEP.
"Alright sexy this seems like it's about to get good... what is it that you want?"
"I've been thinking about you a lot Dick.. I've been thinking about what you said at dinner the other day, and I can't seem to think about much else anymore.."
"Ha-Hang on--WHAT PART OF SHUT THE FUCK UP ARE YOU PEOPLE NOT COMPREHENDING IN HERE? IF I"M ON A CALL, DON'T EVEN FIX YOUR MOUTH TO BREATHE UNTIL I'M DONE. THE NEXT VOICE I HEAR THAT ISN'T MINE OR MY WIFE'S, IS GETTING THROWN OUT OF THIS BUILDING AND I WON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT- Let me head into my office Isabella, before I knock the shit out of somebody."
Dick high-tailed it out of a conference room and plopped down in his office chair, slamming his feet on top of the desk, before resuming our conversation.
"Alright you have my attention Isabella. Spit it out girl I got shit to do."
"Dick.. I'm trying to say that I've realized that I still want you... Can you take me somewhere?"
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RomantikIsabella Rose was fed up. Between being a stay at home MILF whose identity quickly became consumed by taking care of her children, to being completely ignored by an overworked husband and what felt like everyone around her, Isabella was looking for...