Planned Blunders

Alssandro Leone Romano

“Such an exotic creature…” My murmur echoed in the empty office, as I observed the obscene yet intriguing woman on the screen.

I tipped the scotch glass lewdly closer to my lips as the girl on the bed rolled about on the bed in a suggestive posture on her back, she had been slouching about for half an hour now. I have been watching her appealing grace since, nothing about her you can get tired of staring.

Her long licking-worthy legs stretching vertically on the headboard. Her namesake skirt slid down further, pooling on her pelvis and my eyes traveled through her smooth knees to her lace-clad cunt. My eyes slid down to my lap. I was hard, raging rock hard.

I wanted the woman on the screen to rub her plump ass, she was swaying, to soothe the itch I was feeling. I desired her seven ways from Sunday. She was one hot chick.

She arched her back in a stretch, releasing a moan that should only be heard by a lover, and from where the cameras were set, I saw her deep cleavage. Her arch only making her delicious bosoms further tantalizing. Her hairs were spread on the mattress and she was scrolling through her phone being effortlessly sexy.

Vanity had never been so irresistibly compelling.

Like a poet’s muse, she was an endowed extravagant creature that embodied erotism in her every move, like she could feel eyes on her. As if that wasn’t tormenting enough she pressed her legs together harder, bend her one leg, and began rubbing her foot on the length of her long leg, tortuously slow. My breathing was uneven, she bit her lip that was mine to suck, eyes glazed and her back arched further.

I didn’t even need to guess what this gorgeous corporeal creature was visualizing. Never really been a man of decency, but if she was going to toss herself off, I was doing it with her.

I just needed her hand to slid down in those hot delicious red lace panties, I wanted to fist and rip, and I would unzip my fly. A new low for me.

The ethereal creature’s eyes closed on the screen. My eyes trained on her, not wanting to miss a fraction of her ambiguous sensuality. As my breath hitched, her left hand fell on her tilted neck, her lips parted with a sweet sinful moan as her hand traveled down south, provisionally to her half-exposed bosom made to be sucked to her flat stomach and then slid further down… and her eyes snapped open, meeting mine and a smirk widened on her face as she flipped back on her stomach, jerking her black ebony hairs in a whirl, giving me a good view of her lace panties clad ass and laugh peeled off her luscious lips.

Before I could come out of the trance, she picked the brush beside her on the bed and threw on the camera, turning its head to a side, where the only thing I could see was flower vases.

“Che Cazzo!” I took a moment to grasp the situation and a curse left my lips involuntarily. She knew I was watching or someone was watching her through the hidden camera for that matter and was putting on a show.

(What the f*ck!)

She was going to be my wife which didn’t give me any right to ogle or make a spank bank off her jerking off but I am a bastard. The point is she was taking liberties with what is mine!

I gritted my teeth with the thought that my fiancé was audacious enough to be an exhibitionist. I had the carnal urge to f*cking lock her in my bedroom.

It was astoundingly disconcerting that I was going to wank off a girl who was unaware and more disturbing that she was willingly giving a show. She, my future wife, giving a show to a lowlife.

I was enraged just as much I was aroused. On a whim had I asked my spies to send surveillance of her room to my laptop and in mild curiosity, I had watched live footage of her room for the first time today.

Running a hand through my hair to calm my ire and desire, I sighed frustratingly. I needed to deal with her but before that, I needed to deal with this boner that I had in broad daylight.

Just when I was about to leap out of my office chair a knock halted my ass on my chair. I cursed and permitted and entered another bane of my existence shyly smiling at me as her eyes brazenly took me in as if one would snort cocaine.

Romina Chiazzese.

My eyes narrowed with a blank expression as I took her in. Immaculately perfect stimulation. Her blouse with several buttons undone is too tight on her ample melons and a pencil skirt ending above her knees, which I don’t remember being this short in the morning, which all but accentuated her swaying. Her hairs that are usually in a bun, falling in ringlet on that tan gorgeous skin was a sight for spectaculars.

Office hours were over. This little secretary of mine should have been home an hour earlier.

“Sir, I-I have made the arrangements.” She bent her head and her voice dropped octaves, as she circled the desk with hesitant steps. Stupida donna.

(Stupid Woman.)

Her velvet-coated seductive voice hit right on my erect shaft. He was impressed, any hot-blooded male would be looking at the willing chick who came armed with arsenal.

I was hard and she was hot and willing. No difficult calculation.

She was almost close to the edge now, slowing treading forward. Like a lioness crouching magnificently for a hunt. The only sound that echoed in the room is the slow clicking of her stilettos on wooden flooring.

“Then leave.” My chilly call resonated in the walls and the foxy beauty stopped in her tracks. I didn’t need to look at the seductress to see the agony cemented on her delicately pretty face. I kept my eyes on the screen not lifting once. On the paused screen that I had rewind, my fiancé was touching her ample breast but my horny secretary didn’t need to know that.

She was gorgeous, I appraised beauty. But she was a clingy type and I didn’t do f*cked ups.

Her hurried footsteps echoed in the office, once the door shut behind her. I think I heard her sobbing. Idiota! I fell back on the seat with my head thrown back and eyes closed. I wasn’t going to bang an office babe. Too hazardous.

I wasn’t going to turn a good employee into a hyped-up maniac for a quickie. I did one-night stands. Mostly to women I paid. Professional and no-stringed. No wailing, no name-mixing, no drama but a good f*ck!

Just as I thought it was the right time to comfort my throbbing boner, the door slammed open. I cursed and swiftly pointed my gun at the intruder. “Andare a puttane!”

(Go to wh*res and be f*cked!)

James Mathews. My right-hand man in the black and white business raised a brow and smirked offhandedly, “You could’ve been blowed good but you rather choose to blow up in my face.”

So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down.

My eyes narrowed at him, I was in no mood. I threw the python 357 on the table. The gun belonged to my dead father, no sentiments, I like its unique design.

“What the f*ck are you doing here?” I asked calmly undoing my cufflinks. I don’t wear ties, ever.

Undoing buttons to calm me out of this suffocating situation, I looked up to see him observing me with keen eyes. I raised a brow and he shook his head in deep vexation.

“It is cynical and appalling. Nothing I come up with can justify the return of your fiancé.” He suspended mid-sentence somberly and his eyes congested on a point on the table. “It’s like a portal opened and she was thrown out of it. Absurd and appalling.”

He had my attention now.

My eyes fell on her alluring form on the screen and I turned the Laptop away so it was tilted. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me shadowing her like a stalker.

We were engaged when she was fourteen, there were eight years between us. I never really found her attractive then, which may have something to do with the fact I am not a sadistic pedophile.

Now… I don’t mind being a creep.

There wasn’t anything particularly criminal in her ways but she seemed to have bloomed out of her cocoon. I had her on surveillance since her miraculous return but only today did I watch her like a slink. My spies in the white Mansion who never had anything to elaborate about the girl were strangely suspicious about her disposition change.

My eyes sharpened. I had an inkling of where it was headed and indicated to him to elaborate.

“Your spies tracked her till 1:37 am in the north, running wild in forestry before they lost trail of her. General’s guards found her in the southeast and reported at 1:52 am. The distance where she was tracked and found has at least one and a half-hour on the road at maximum speed.” He clicked his tongue and scoffed, “The explanation can be she is a witch and had made a clone of herself to drive down north.”

General... Her father wasn’t a general anymore, was running for a Senator. But we relished in mocking him by his ex-title.

I drummed my fingers on the desk as I scanned the majestic creature in front. She had grown into a hottie. From her choice of clothing to her sensual slow movement, I could tell she knew it. And women who did were dangerous.

A smirk dangled on my lips. The time I spent on those skimy socialites when I had this rose blooming in my garden was now down the drain.

As I was observing her features, drilling them in my memory, James phone ‘dinged’ and he shot up from his seat, cursing.

“Your fiancé is fleeing again!” He sneered typing furiously on his phone. “Alerting Marco Team totrack her before we—“

“Don’t bother,” I cut him off monotonously. Today I’ll catch my little Raven and bring her in my golden cage. “I am curious of the hoaxes she has up her sleeves.”