Grace: The Swan's Withdrawal

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" My Fingers sporadically fly across the keyboard, Filling in every Blank, and killing every error.

I quickly scan over my progress, "Page 9 out of 25.. Shit..." my eyes darted over to the clock, "75 minutes till work.." it currently Sept. 10th 10:45

I'm sure I can finalize the presentation in an hour. But there's still the 20 minute drive. I'd be really pushing it but I might be able to make it...

It's not like me to procrastinate, normally I'd have work like this done and checked twice over, It's just.. something kept me busy all last night..

Directly behind me, something monstrous stirs in the sheets of the Burgundy colored king-size bed.

"Mmm.. Dean.. come here and coddle me..," Said the beast sleeping in the sheets.

"Sigh.." I turn my head and see Grace, my wife. We've been seeing each other since Junior year in high school, she's been my partner in crime for over 20 years now.. Damn I'm old..

I ignore her and keep my focus on my monitor, typing away at my keys.

"Oh, four-eyes~ your hot wife's telling you to get on the bed and fuck her silly.."

There's a clear irritation in her tone, but it's not my problem so I keep working, 10 out of 25 pages now..

—SQUEAKKK

The bed creaks as Grace bounds from its surface, next thing I know, I feel a pair of smooth slender arms wrapped around my neck, and.. something soft and firm pressed against my head..

Shit.. even after 20 years of being together, I find Grace irresistible, but I can't stop working now. If I complete this presentation, I'll finally be promoted. So I have to give her the cold shoulder the best I can.

"Move. I'm working." I force out the most Emotionless retort I can think of, and continue clacking at my keys.

She rests her chin on my head, causing her Black lush hair to brush lightly against my round thick rimmed glasses.

"Do it later, Mama. Needs. Attention." she demands

"Tch, to think you're 39.. When are you gonna act your age.. I've got a presentation today, so I gotta finish this then speed off to work."

"Eh?" she separated from me and peaked over my shoulder, confused.

"Y-you're working today?" she says sounding shocked.

I'm not sure why she's so puzzled. I work every Monday, I'm only off Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays

"Yea, Ms. Brown asked me personally to make a presentation to the chief operating officer, if this goes well, I could become a team leader,

"Hmm.. Ms. Brown.. that younger lady with the fat-ass?" she spouts

"Yes-N- No! NO!",I spin around in my cheap office chair and face her."

Ms. Brown is a relatively new manager we got after the previous one retired 6 months ago.

"Hmmm..so you'd rather spend the day with a younger woman then your high-school sweetheart.." she turned away from me and made slow small strides toward the dresser.

Currently, she is donning nothing but her pearly white panties, complimenting her Dark black hair that covers most of her back- Shit.

"You know it's not like that, you know I give one-hundred percent to my career, so if a chance to FINALLY climb higher after 10 years arises-"