Sealed with a kiss (WomanxWoman)

7

Charlotte's pov:

This stupid girl. Why couldn't she listen to me for once? First, I have to watch her hanging all over that predator. Can't she see she's being used? I don't even know why I care so much. Maybe it's those innocent eyes that look at me with such admiration. Is it responsibility that I feel? It's not like I care if she gets used and discarded-I just hope she doesn't come after my company next (good thing I supervised the contract closely). Actually, I do care about Jenny. And if that woman dares to hurt her, she'll feel my wrath!

I don't know how I got to this point, feeling so protective over an employee. I care about all my employees, of course. I was born and raised in this company-the people here are like family to me. Even those I hire. But this... this feels different. I've never told an employee who to date or how to act around models or talents we hire for campaigns. All I expect is respect and restraint, especially if they're dealing with someone difficult.

Now, I'm sitting in my office, massaging my temples. Jenny just left the set a few moments ago, and already I feel furious and confused. Why doesn't she listen to me? I know there's no point in leaving my office now; everyone's already gone, and she's not here. God, I miss her! She's the only one who can make me laugh. My heart races every time she's near. My sun rises and sets with her. In the few weeks she's been here, she got me completely hooked. If I don't see her at 7:30 in the morning-first to arrive after me-or when everyone's left and we have our special time together, I feel like I'm going to lose it. Like today... she's not here. She left with HER. God, I don't trust her with my Jenny!

Wait-my Jenny? She isn't mine. I wish she were. But that could never happen.

I'm engaged to Jeffrey. I've known him for years, and we're really good together-or at least that's what everyone says. And my father is happy, which is the most important thing to me. My life is set, and I won't change it now. I can't. Besides, she's so young. Although... when we're together, I tend to forget that fact.

I can't keep doing this. Sitting here, dwelling on a girl I can never have. So I decide to call Jeffrey. I need a distraction. I don't even want to think about what Jenny and that serpent are doing right now.

"Hi, Char. To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice before 8 p.m.?" I lean my head on my hand.

"Can't a girl call just to hear the voice of her partner in crime?" I hear him laugh, and another voice in the background. "Am I interrupting? Sounds like you have company."

"No, just my secretary. I'm still at the office. Want to grab dinner at Boulevard tonight? I can pick you up."

Jeffrey works on the 19th floor, and my dad is on the 20th. They think the higher the floor, the more important they are. I prefer staying on the 5th. I believe actions show my worth, not how high up in the building my office is.

"Sure, that sounds great. I'll just finish up here, and we can go."

Later, we're sitting at our usual table at the restaurant. I keep glancing toward the table where Jenny sat earlier with Cherri. I remember how touchy Cherri was and how she shamelessly flirted with Jenny right in front of me.

"Earth to Char-are you okay? You seem distracted," Jeff says, pulling me back to the present.

"Sorry, Jeff. I was just thinking about a project I'm working on." It's a lie.

"Is this the campaign with that hot Instagram chick?" Ugh. He can be such a jerk sometimes.

"Why do you always have to talk about women like that?" I really don't like her, but hearing him objectify her still hurts my feminist instincts.

"Oh, come on! You know I'm joking, right? She just seems like the kind of girl who sleeps around, and anyone could have a shot."

I rub my temples, feeling the onset of a headache. "I'd still appreciate it if you showed some respect." He only talk like that when er're alone. He will never dare to speak like that infront of my father or others.

Jeffrey raises his hands defensively. "Sorry, Char. What's up with you today? You seem grumpy."

I sigh. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long day." Another lie.

"Want me to come over after dinner and cheer you up?" He winks, and I know exactly what he means. It's code for having sex until he's satisfied.

"Sure, why not." I just hope this will be one of the rare times when I'm satisfied too.
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We arrive at my apartment and start making out. He grabs my ass and pulls me close, pinning me against him. I begin undressing him, slipping off his jacket and loosening his tie (he's always wearing suits), never breaking our kiss. He unzips my dress, sliding it down along with my bra and underwear. He's never been big on foreplay, so it doesn't take long before we're both naked, and he starts penetrating me.

His thrusts are slow at first, and he moans with pleasure. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate. It won't be long before he finishes, and if I want to enjoy myself too, I need to get there fast. My mind starts drifting, searching for something that turns me on. Suddenly, Jenny pops into my head. Those beautiful hazel eyes, those luscious lips... I imagine her touching me, slowly rubbing my clit. I'm getting wetter by the second.

she slides two fingers inside me, and I let out a loud moan. Her thrusts are deep and fast, and I feel like I'm about to lose my mind. She pinches my nipples, and I arch my back in pleasure, getting closer and closer. "Just like that, Jenny," I whisper to myself. Before I know it, a powerful orgasm washes over me, making my whole body shake. It's been so long since I've had one like that.

I hear Jeffrey moan as he comes, and after a few more thrusts, he finishes and pulls out, turning his back to me as he falls asleep. I go to the bathroom to clean up, staring at my reflection in the mirror. "What just happened?" I whisper to myself.

I return to bed, waiting for sleep to take over, but it never comes. I lie awake, lost in thoughts about Jenny, the best orgasm I've had in years, and the fact that she wasn't even there.

I must have drifted off at some point, but only for a few hours. When I wake up, it's just me in bed. There's a note on the dresser: "Sorry I didn't wake you, love. I had to go. Last night was amazing. Talk to you later. Xoxo, your Jeff."

I glance at the time and groan-it's 7:30. Jenny should have arrived by now. I open the camera app on my phone to check if she's here, but there's no sign of her. Anger starts creeping in. Something's not right. She's never late unless Cherry is involved. Just thinking about Cherry makes my blood boil.

I get ready for work and drive to the office. She still isn't here. I walk straight to my office, pretending not to be looking for her. I sit down at my desk and pull up the security cameras, waiting to see her arrive. After a few moments, I spot her on the screen. She looks distracted, her hair is a bit messy-wait a second! Isn't she wearing the same clothes as yesterday?