Velvet• Lauren

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Talia

Water ran down the middle of her breasts, traveling down to the pink of her thighs. Her soft hands gripped my hair desperately as I continued massage her center.

"Talia, stop teasing me," She begged, her voice like velvet in my ears. I brought my lips to her neck and sucked on her skin softly, renewing old marks from two days ago.

Her body was on fire. She hissed under every carefully placed touch. Her moans and screams filled the bathroom. I knew the neighbors could hear, but I didn't care. I just wanted her to remember the feeling of my hands and mouth for days.

"Baby, don't stop," She moaned, throwing her head back in arousal. I slipped two fingers inside of her, slowly guiding my hand in and out.

"God, I love you, Talia!" She said before smashing her lips onto mine.

I could feel her heartbeat pound against her chest as I began kissing down her body. Soft, breathy moans escaped from her lips.

The only people that she mentioned for the rest of the night was me, her, and God.

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"Talia, are you even listening to me? I don't get it. We're talking about something important and you just zone out like that," Mr. Peters scolded as he sat in front of me, my files pulled up on his computer.

He shook his bald head, "Look, Talia. You know I think of you as a great person and I value our friendship dearly but I cannot pretend like you're a valuable asset to this company anymore,"

I silently shook my head and smoothed out the creases in my tie. The office was quiet, which probably meant everyone else was listening in.

"Look, David. For a man who is losing millions of dollars a month, you're getting a little ballsy," I smirked and started to put paperwork back into my briefcase, "And I think of myself as the most valuable asset you have. Remember last week on your little getaway trip to the islands and you had me take over?

I found all the texts, man. You're cheating on your wife and spending all of our money on fucking golf outings and yachts or whatever the fuck else you can fit your dick into,"

Mr. Peters brought his hands to his head.

"Listen, I really didn't hate this job. It was fairly easy. Fill out paperwork, watch over the department's, make sure people get paid. Honestly easiest job I've ever had," I continued, "But if you think for one moment I'm going to let a middle aged narcissistic bitch walk all over me and tell me that I'm not doing my fucking job right when I'm making fucking bank for this company, you've got me all wrong man,"

I finished packing up my stuff and waited for him to try to reel me back in. This time, though, I was actually done. I had better things to do.

"No one wants to hire a mediocre COO, Talia. Hotwire is all you have. Sit your ass back down," He growled at me, slamming his chubby hands down on the table.

By now, I knew everyone could hear us shouting. There was no use in stopping, though.

"What did I tell you asshole? I fucking quit. You could've let me walk away but now you've made it harder. I'm going to tell your wife, I will get everyone of your employees to leave on you, and then I'm taking this company down little by little until the only thing here is your pea sized dick,"

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Hi, all! I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue! It was actually pretty fun to write. Let me know what you think of it!