Ch. 3

VERA'S POV

I looked at my flushed face in the mirror and blew out a long breath. What a good way to start work on my first day! How can he not control himself? 

I sighed and slid my fingers into my panties. He has been tormenting me with his fingers and now I am wet. "Thank goodness everything is over now, I just have to go home and stop thinking about sèx" 

"It's not over" 

I looked up and saw him standing behind me in the mirror. I saw desire burning in his eyes as he hugged me from behind and I felt his erection press hard on my back.

"This is a female restroom, you shouldn't…" I quivered and lost my voice instantly.

His right hand covered my mouth, his left hand lifted my gown and slipped into my pûssy. He rubbed it and lifted it to my face in the mirror. "How can you say it's over while you are wet, Miss?" 

His tongue darted out and licked my left ear. He inserted the finger he used to rub my pûssy into my mouth and covered my breast with his right hand.

"What man combines business and pleasure? Is this how you treat your female workers? You are sexually dangerous for me to handle, I hate that I am complying with you so easily." I bit his finger and pushed him away.

I turned to look at him. "Why are you so sex driven? You can't even control your libido! Which man does that to a girl he just met? I'm sorry, but I don't think I can work with you!!" I grabbed my bag and walked away.

I didn't know why I was upset all of a sudden. I liked it, didn't I? I didn't wait for him, I jumped into the first cab I saw without looking back. The look in his eyes when I pushed him away haunted me. I can't say he's a dreadful man, but it's abnormal to be a sex freak.

When I entered my apartment, my best friend, Hannah, was already waiting for me. She had my spare key, so anytime she visits me, she waits for me inside.

Hannah is a lovely wife and a mother of two. She is a housewife, but she isn't practically jobless, she is a blogger and a social media influencer. Sometimes I wonder how she found the right man while all she does is stay indoors.

Now that I think about it, I understand that no matter where you are or who you are, the right person will find you. She is the opposite of the man she married and he's changing her without her knowledge.

"You look so worked up, girlie. What's up? I came to get the full gist, tell me how your first day at work went? Pleasant experience, huh?" Hannah said stuffing bread into my mouth.

"I did it again! Hannah, pinch me!!" I grasped her arm.

"You did what again? What's wrong with you? Is this how people act after their first day at work? Stop acting and spill!" She pinched my lips playfully.

"I'm damn serious, friendship! Gosh, just sit down and listen to me. I think I'm going to go crazy!! Oh my jingles!!!" I fanned my face as I managed to swallow the bread.

"Okay, now she's getting me confused. Am seated, snap out of it and don't keep me waiting." She pushed me to a seat as well.

"My boss… I met my boss and… Father Lord, please save me! How do I say this trash?" I shook my head in an attempt to think something out.

"She's gone completely crazy. Wait! Don't tell me your boss is hot, and he's every woman's dream, and you fell in love with him at first sight… that's an old story. Remember, that brought you your first heartbreak and…"

"Do I look dumb to you? I'm done with all that love shit! I was going to say that… my boss, gosh, his dick was freaking big and scary!" I gushed, emphasizing the size with my hands.

Hannah looked at me with squinted eyes, and examined my neck for signs of malaria or fever. "Maybe you actually have a problem in your head. I will call Dr. Halmes to fix you up," she scoffed.

"Hannah, I am perfectly fine! I stroked his big dîck and even sucked it until he cum in my mouth. We went for a business meeting and he made me wet. I ran away from him to come home just now because I figured he…"

"You did what? Do you guys know each other before? Oh my goodness, Vera! Come on girl, that is too much!!" She leapt to her feet and paced around my small kitchen.

"I know, right? I could have refused, maybe he wouldn't have forced me and opened the door. But damnit, I enjoyed every bit of it and I even yearned for more even as we speak!" I moved my hand mindlessly to my breasts which were peeking at the lacy bra I wore so hard I found it hard to breathe.

"Like I said before, you need a doctor. I don't see any reason why a normal person would do such a thing to her boss on her first day at work. He also needs treatment!" Hannah retorted.

"He was irresistible… the way he was seated there… masturb…"

Hannah grips my ear and drags me to the bathroom. "With a cold bath, maybe some of your senses will come back. Don't talk trash to me again! I don't know you anymore, Vera!!" 

JACKSON'S POV

I scared her away, didn't I? What the fûck is wrong with me? How in God's name did it get to this extent? I have always avoided it until her! Why would she come in at that time? And now I can't get enough of her! Damnit, I am doomed!!

I hit the wall until my knuckles bled. This is exactly how I scared my wife away! "Haven't I done good by avoiding that gender, especially her type for five years? I have taken care of it on my own until she appeared from nowhere at that tempting time!!" 

I was even scared of myself and what I could do that I avoided my own mother and sister! How can I get so obsessed by sex? And why the fûck is she like an addiction to me? Even my wife… no, my ex-wife wasn't into my system like that.

Was it the way she looked at me pitifully? No, I don't need her or anyone pitying me! Was it about the way her soft palms tended to me with so much care and desire? Oh fuck it, I don't need anyone caring about me because they will always get away when they see who I truly am.

Has it to do with the way she responded to me so quickly and… no way! I don't need her! I don't know anything about her and I don't care to know!! I need to just go home, take a few control pills and help myself and everything will be fine again.

I hurriedly left the hotel to my car and drove home as if I was being given a hot chase by the cops. Immediately I parked my car in front of my house, I jumped down and ran inside.

"Dad! You are back?" My son, Tim rushed towards me for a hug, but I dodged him and ran straight upstairs to my private bathroom. 

I know how he must be feeling and wondering what was wrong with me, but I know I can easily get his mind off it.

For a brief introduction. My name is Jackson Taylor Anderson. I am a father of a five years old boy. I was married, a very complicated relationship that ended in a complicated way at a complicated time because of a complicated situation. My life itself is complicated! 

I am 36 years old, successful CEO of a clothes and diapers manufacturing company. J. T. C was my beginning, the only dream I have ever had that came through and the life I want…if not for this…

Getting into my bathroom, I locked the door and tore my clothes off. I turned on the tab, the shower, filled the bathtub and dipped myself into it.

I got everything my hand could touch…soap, oil, whatever at all and rubbed it on my dîck. I stroked myself and tried to get it right so I would calm down, but for the first time, I couldn't control my libido.

"Dad?!"