Krystal - Found the stranger

SIX.6.

Too much French leave from work has left me with nothing but tons of work.

      The huge pile of files I saw on my table got me shrieking. Holy fuck!

   This is the real consequence of granting self-permission without the consent of your boss.

     I haven't been to work since mom's outburst, for four days. Now I have to work five times extra, the files are just too much.

     My boss is not even looking cheerful today, he's not even smiling, and he's probably mad at me.

    And still, he won't let me be every minute and the next found me going and coming out of his office with extra piles of cases to go through.

       He's thoroughly prepared and ready to punish me.

It's past noon already and I haven't even gone through a quarter of the files on my desk. I've done just two and I'm freaking tired.

   

       The third file I opened was the case of a woman, filing a petition against her fifteen years old son just because he drove her Porsche car. 

     ' Like what kind of case file is this? Do people have to file a case for everything? Can't they just settle their scores themselves and stop disturbing the peace of the law firms?' I mumbled.

    

   This is foolhardy and uncalled for.

 Why would a mother file a case against her son?

   

    This particular case made me feel sick and queasy. Immediately I left for the bathroom to puke. 

     Those crazy case files and the tasteless crunchy pies I had this morning are enough to make me puke. I've practically been throwing up for a good four days now. Everything I smell and taste makes me feel nauseated. 

      I flushed out the mess I brought out from my bowels, I stood there still staring into the sink lost in thoughts.

     What if I'm truly pregnant like Courtney said?

Chris and I had sex once but we had it with protection, we used condoms and I remember vividly, that he forced me to take pills. We never did it raw and besides it was only once. 

     So how could I…. Fuck! I seemed to forget that I had slept with another stranger, but I wasn't sure if he used protection.

     "Ahh!"I gasped. 

 He had released inside me that night and I was so stupidly engrossed in the breakup episode that I forgot to take pills after I got to New York. Stupid! Stupid! I hit my head and winced, "Ow!"

  

     Now I'm throwing up and exhibiting the lackadaisical acts of pregnant moms when I have no idea of the child's paternity.

     

  I still don't want to believe I'm pregnant. 

To kill my curiosity, leaving the office tonight, I'll head straight to Dr. Carter's hospital for a pregnancy test, or better still I'll buy the kit.

   

    But on second thought, I don't know how to use the kit, I've never been pregnant before. 

And if I should consider going to Dr. Carter's place to have the test, he'll tell Mom and that would cause a Civil War VII in my house.

    Going to Courtney's place is the only option I have. Though she'll mock my ass out, she's the only one who can help me now. 

    

    I left the bathroom in a stampede to Courtney's office but bumped into someone.

     I winced loudly when my forehead hit his hard chest. It's a guy because a woman's chest can be this hard. It's hard like a wall.

I continued rubbing my forehead in pain.

     The strong cologne I perceived made my eyes go wide. I can identify that smell and the owner anywhere because only that person smells like that.

     I looked up to see someone I had never thought I'd ever come across, someone I never thought I would see so soon.

   The Vegas stranger-- He was in a mask and his green eyes shone brightly just like Lucas's.

    

    "Do you mind taking me to your boss?" He spoke softly.

     His voice pierced through me just like the first time. He snapped his fingers to my face and that's when I realized that I'd been staring at him mouth agape.

I wasn't drooling this time, I was partially happy, angry, and surprised.

    Happy that I saw a cutie, angry that he was the stranger and he took advantage of me, and surprised that he was standing right in front of me in flesh and blood in New York.

   I led him to my boss anyway. 

  

    I sat down, slowly assimilating the unsudden presence of this Vegas stranger in my workplace.

    I resisted the pressing urge to go over to Courtney's office but decided to wait till the day was over. I wouldn't waste time telling her everything.

    The Vegas stranger in New York looks like Lucas. I kept thinking when the queasiness started again and 'urgh, argh!' I vomited again.

LUCAS POV.

  I stared into my phone, reading a message that just popped in when someone bumped into me, probably not looking. 

   I looked down to see who it was and surprisingly, it was my brunette, her head collided with my chest and she winced.

    She looked shocked when she saw me. Maybe she recognized me, I don't know but she didn't say a word. She only stared at me with my mouth open with confused emotions, confusing my thoughts.

   

    "Do you mind taking me to your boss?" I asked boldly but my voice was muffled because of the mask I had on. Only when I spoke did she close up her mouth, she was already looking like a fish. 

     She directed me to her boss's office looking lost. I noticed her uneasiness and forlorn looks. I stared at her from a distance wondering, something isn't just right with her. My naive brunette.

     I was with Fredrick, her boss but I wasn't concentrating, my mind continued to waver and drift in her direction. I can't help but think about her curviness, undressing her, and taking her down in my head. 

     The mere thought of her naked body made my dick twitch. I'm hungry for sex and thirsty for her cums. This is the first time I've ever craved a woman this much, but I know it's nothing but just mere lust.

      I was getting impatient with Fredrick's boring and long talks. I just wanted to get out of the office and see the naive pretty brunette. I never knew she worked with him but now that I know, I'll flock to New York every day.

     Fredrick had invited me over to discuss issues about his office. He's seeking sponsorship and needs my assistance. I wasn't going to turn him down, if not for anything but for his pretty secretary. Well, I don't know her name yet but I'll ask Fredrick later.

     With reflex, I flew out of my seat immediately after Fredrick ended his speech. To be honest I heard nothing except the last thing he said, thank you, Lucas.' My attention wasn't on him.

    I asked for his secretary's name,

 "Krystal Wallace that's her name, she's my secretary, a very good one at that. '' He said with a smile.

    Blabbermouth, I only asked for her name and not her position. I'm not dumb to see that she's sitting in an adjoining room with him to know that she's a secretary.

I sauntered towards her, and my heart and dick leaped in ecstasy.

   "Hey Krystal! It's nice seeing you again." I spoke now, I had removed my mask and her eyes flickered in royal confusion, I guess she just figured out who I was.

    "Hi!" She replied dolefully with that sweet voice of hers.

I made to sit but caught a glimpse of Fredrick coming out. I wouldn't want him to entertain stupid thoughts, so I hastened.

   "Hey Krystal? Let's meet somewhere else if this is okay with you," I requested humbly and quickly.

   "I…. I don't….." She floundered nervously.

       As an important man, I couldn't wait for her to approve or accept the date, so I dropped a reservation card on her desk.

   "Meet me at the restaurant tomorrow evening, a date won't hurt. I'll be expecting you." I said blithely but expectantly before leaving.

   I left before she could object. I'll just suspend my journey till next weekend.

   Now I still have to put up with Mom and her

'Go get a wife Lucas' palaver till the weekend because of my brunette.

How I revolved to call her my brunette is still a little bit of a mystery to me. I never addressed a woman as mine before but her. She's all my first except for the sexing aspect.

    Well I'm not planning to keep her or marry her, I'm just planning to have her again and again and make her my slut.

      My pretty brunette.