are you that somebody

One

All I wanted was to be bent over and choked harshly over the desk while I'm getting fucked doggy style. Is that too much to ask?

Or maybe I wanted to choke on a dick until there was that familiar warm sticky substance in my throat. Maybe that was too far. But it wouldn't stop me from craving it.

I needed to be touched, or fucked thoroughly.

I wanted to cum so hard I couldn't see or couldn't walk or couldn't breathe.

Fuck, I could feel my panties dampen.

"You're not even listening to me, Bili." I heard Tommy complain, snapping me out of my naughty thoughts. I blinked rapidly before looking into his dark brown eyes, smiling politely.

"No, I'm listening." I tried to reassure him. Tommy crossed his muscular arms, intentionally flexing them as well, making me look down at them. 

"What did I just say?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. I shifted in my seat before clearing my throat, giving off my best 'I'm innocent' look.

"What did I just say," I said back in a deeper voice that would mock his deep sensual voice. A voice that could make any girl want to drop her panties immediately, as I did multiple times. Tommy's full upper lip curled into a small smirk then he shook his head.

"Before that," he urged.

"You're not even listening to me, Bili," I mocked once again. This time, Tommy laughed, throwing his head back. When he looked back down at me, I could see the lust growing in his eyes, but when he cleared his throat, it seemed like he was trying to mask the emotion as he looked away from me.

"As much as I want to fuck that sarcasticness out of you until you give me the answers that I want," he started, looking back at me. "I asked you to come here to invite you to my wedding." I blinked, suddenly appalled. He what?

"Excuse me?" Tommy bit his lip, leaning over the desk, reaching out for me but I slapped his hand away. "You just fucked me on your desk not even a full day ago and you're telling me that you're getting married?" I hissed. Tommy shushed me, trying to grab ahold of my hand but I kept moving it around. "Stop it!" I spat, almost too loudly. 

"I thought people like you don't care." Tommy said, his veins becoming very prominent in his neck, he was getting angry. But, I don't give a fuck, what I'm more concerned about is what he just said.

"People like me?" I questioned angrily. "What the fuck does that mean?" I asked, feeling my eyes fill with tears, not because I was sad but because I was getting annoyed.

"Bili you were just random fucks. No feelings attached."

"There were never feelings between us, Tommy. What I don't understand is why the fuck, how the fuck, and what the fuck are you doing fucking me when you have a fiancé." I seethed. I shouldn't be this angry, but I am. I'm pissed for her and I don't even know her.

Men make me sick, but that won't make me stop fucking them though, unfortunately.

"Calm down," Tommy hissed at me, again, reaching for my hand, I slapped it away harshly but his other hand managed to grab both of mine and keep them still.

"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down. You had a fiancé the entire time."

"Yeah, and why does that matter? People like you don't care."

"I don't know what you're grouping me under, but I'm obviously not like those other people. I don't do affairs." I told him in a whisper. Tommy looked me over before letting me go quickly as if he was burning to touch me when it wasn't like that before. "I'm not a fucking prostitute who has sex with any and everybody. I just like sex like everybody else and I have my limits and my limits include someone being single."

"I know you're not a prostitute, Bili. I've been to your office building a thousand times." Tommy said softly as I rolled my eyes. "I thought you were okay with this? I thought you seen the pictures of her and I around here." I took that chance to look around his office for the first time ever, not noticing any pictures of them together, or any pictures honestly.

"Well, you thought wrong. There's no pictures in here anyway." I hissed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You think this is okay? Bringing a girl you fucked to your wedding. What's the fucking gain?" Tommy shifted in his seat.

"I can't want my business partner to come to my wedding?" I laughed, looking away from him.

"I'm barely fucking that. I own this building, Tommy. Or did you forget?" Tommy hesitated for a second before nodding, knowing I was right. The first time we met two years ago, he was just opening his office building and so was I. I grew a lot faster and bigger than he did so his company came to me six months ago asking for a merger or assistance. I chose the merger, as it was better for business. So technically, I am his boss now. And I would have stopped this whole sex situation a while ago but the dick was just so good, I couldn't break it off. But maybe that's exactly what I should have done. I wouldn't be in this predicament right now.

"And I'm not coming to your fucking wedding. I'm your boss first off and second off, that's disrespectful as hell to your fiancé."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing." Tommy complained. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you think it's nothing. Men don't ever see their wrong doings."

"My wrong doings? What about yours?"

"What about mine? What's wrong with me?" Tommy scoffed.

"If you don't see something wrong with you, I really do think you need to see someone about it."

"About what?" I asked, angrily. "About me not wanting to go to your wedding?"

"Your sex addiction, Bili!" I sneered in his direction, shaking my head.

"I don't need to see anyone about any fucking thing. You're just mad that I'm calling you out on your bullshit." I stood, grabbing my things.

"Bili," Tommy muttered.

"I don't need you, Tommy. You needed me. I have plenty of other guys who are willing to give what I want without any complications or other bullshit."

"Me getting married is bullshit?" Tommy asked.

"When you didn't tell me about it and just had an affair, yes. Yes, the fuck it is." I hissed. I closed my eyes. "You make me sick."

"I've been told that before." Tommy replied quietly, his eyes never leaving mine as he had no care in the world that what he was doing was wrong. I huffed, walking out of his office, passing his assistant and other employees that are ultimately under my payroll. I let out a grunt of annoyance as I continued to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly when I got there.

***

When I got to my office building, I was bombarded with questions immediately and I answered them to the best of my abilities as some of the questions were questions I needed to check my emails and other resources for, the answer was in the air for the moment being. After telling them to either give me a couple of minutes, or actually answering their questions, I moved to my office, closing the door after me and plopping into my seat.

I yawned, rubbing my eyes only to stop when my door was slammed opened. I moved my right hand from my eye and squinted, my eye making eye contact with my best friend, Kandi. "Is there something you want to tell me?" She asked, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms.

"Yes, as a matter of fact." I responded with a giggle. "I think I'mma finally get my shit together."

A little introduction of Bili! It may or may not make sense right now but it'll make sense later on. What are your thoughts? More chapters coming soon.