“Hello, Miss Elena. Sorry for the late introduction but I am Mr. Brandon’s secretary. My name is Kenneth,” the man said politely. “I’m Elena…” I replied before smiling a little at him. “I wasn’t here to greet you the last time that you were here because I was out on some errands and I do apologize for that,” the man said humbly. “That’s not a problem at all,” I replied. It was honestly very surprising that Brandon had a male secretary. I’m not being sexist about job roles and suitability based on gender or anything like that because I knew that if this man could survive as Brandon’s secretary, then he must be extremely good at his job. It was just a little surprising…“Please follow me, Mr. Brandon is…umm…working in his office,” the man said a little hesitantly. I wasn’t certain but it seemed like something was troubling Kenneth. That coupled with the fact that Brandon is not here……Kenneth led me into Brandon’s office and gestured towards the large table where Brandon was busy
“Time to take a break and eat,” I announced loudly. “I’m working,” he replied coldly. At least he wasn’t oblivious to my existence which was a huge leap forward. Now I just need to get his attention and convince him to stop working even if it was just for a second. “Brandon, please eat your food. You also need to rest. Kenneth told me that you’ve been working for two days straight already,” I said firmly without willing to back down. “Feed me,” he said passively. “Stop working and eat yourself,” I snapped. “I’m working. Feed me or I won’t eat at all,” he replied without a care. Some things really never change. I had to feed and take care of Brandon as if he was a baby when he got like this back in the days too. No wonder Kenneth couldn’t do anything to help Brandon in this situation. I could feed him but that wasn’t a sustainable solution at all. What if I wasn’t here the next time that this happened? How had he been living all this time since we broke up? Who took care of him…
“Essentially, it’s not really what people would consider coffee. It’s basically, coffee mixed with a lot of whole milk and a lot of sugar. The key thing is to make it as sweet and creamy as possible so that it sort of tastes like coffee ice cream. You know, the coffee ice cream that even little kids could enjoy because it’s just so sweet…” I explained as I brought out the ingredients that I had used earlier. Kenneth watched me as I made black coffee from the machine before pouring in whole milk and mixing in loads of sugar. I turned to smile at him only to find that he had a ghastly expression on his face. It was like he didn’t want to believe the thing that he was seeing. “Are you serious? I never knew that he liked his coffee like this…” Kenneth exclaimed before trailing off. “It’s not common, I guess. It’s so sweet and milky that it’s not really like coffee anymore. Would you like a taste?” I offered followed by a giggle. Kenneth seemed surprised for a bit but then his expressi
I waved goodbye to them as I ushered them into the elevator. Once the door of the elevator closed, I let out a loud sigh. Finally, they were gone, and I can drop this overly concerned girlfriend act. It was very tiring for me to be acting on top of being seriously worried about Brandon. Brandon’s apartment was decorated luxuriously in tones of grey with matching white and grey marble and hints of gold here and there. It was very modern and very…Brandon. It also matches the tone used in his office which was also just like him to match up everything. I headed back to his bedroom to check up on him. I wished that he would just sleep the whole day away because that was what he needed the most right now. Slowly I opened the door to his bedroom and peaked in to see that Brandon had not moved. He was still laying in the same position as before on his back. I walked into the bedroom, careful not to make any sound that could risk waking up Brandon from his peaceful slumber. So much light wa
“Brandon…” I said his name louder this time as my hand started pulling on his arm to let me go. The more I pulled, the more his arms wrapped tighter around my waist. He’s hugging me so tightly that it’s starting to get harder to breathe. I’m going to kill him when he wakes up…His body heat enveloped me along with his smell. It was like he was sucking me in and absorbing me as a part of him. We were so close with his body pressed all along my back. His regular breathing stirred the small hair close to the nape of my neck and made my body tremble slightly. His leg over my body felt heavy and I couldn’t move my lower body at all. I’m trapped…… “Oh, Brandon…you look like a ghost. You’ve been working non-stop again, right?” I asked as a very-tired looking Brandon walked into our bedroom. “You were away for too long…” he muttered a complaint with a dissatisfied look on his face. In my own defense, I was away on a trip with my friends for a project for only two days and one night. It w
I moaned louder in response to his question as he took my nipples in between his fingertips and began pulling on them softly. He rolled them expertly in between his fingertips and I threw my head back and moaned like I was possessed. I could feel his eyes on my face as he enjoyed my enraptured reaction. Hot wet heat engulfed my right nipple, and I bit my lower lips as Brandon took my nipple into his mouth. I stroked my hand on his hair, running my fingers through it as he sucked loud and hard on my nipple. My body writhed wildly under him as my hips began moving to cope with the heat that was rapidly gathering in between my legs. He sucked on my nipple harder as his other hand began its journey down the curve of my body. His large hand stroked and teased on my lower abdomen until my core throbbed with so much desire for him that it felt like I was going to explode with need. I called out his name as my hot wetness gushed out to wet my underwear. He’s making me so wet for him and I k
His fingers quickly found the spot deep inside of me that felt good before he pounded his fingers against it fast and hard. It’s so good. I’ve never felt this good since the last time I slept with him that night at his hotel. It’s as he said, he really knows how to give it to me good. His fingers fucked my hole faster and harder. He thrusted his fingers skillfully against my g-spot while his tongue continued to lick my clit. This double pleasure was getting to be too much for me to handle. I can’t anymore…I’m going to…“I…I’m gonna…cum!” I yelled loudly before my mind was totally consumed by the heat of my own orgasm. He made me cum so hard. It felt so amazing…but I knew that we shouldn’t be doing this. Even if it felt so mind-blowingly amazing…By the time I could open my eyes again, Brandon had already stripped himself of his clothes. My eyes were immediately on his thick and erect member. His love stick stood up proud and ready in between his legs. His desire for me was apparent
His body stilled above me as his cock shot his hot load into my eagerly awaiting hole. My pussy spasmed around his shaft as it hungrily sucked in his seed. He filled my womb with his release. His hot cum spurted into me in waves that made my entire abdomen feel warm with his heat. I hugged him as he laid on top of me and buried his face in my hair. He kissed my ear softly as he whispered my name tenderly. We stayed like that for a while before he rolled off of me and laid on his back next to me on the bed. That was some good sex that we just had. I had to admit at least that much.“You shouldn’t have done that. I’m not on the pill…” I complained softly after catching my breath. “Is it a bad day?” he asked with some concern. “I don’t think so…” I replied. “You should get on the pills. I’ll keep doing you raw just like this…” Brandon said without any remorse. It was clear that he was planning to sleep with me again…and probably soon. How did it come to this? We’re discussing contr
“What are you sorry about, Elena? Are you sorry for turning me down?” he asked.His cold and very calm tone made my body tremble, and I could feel myself sweating from my own nervousness. I wanted to answer him but then I realized that I didn’t know what I was sorry for. “Please let me go home. I’ll make it up to you another day,” I said to excuse myself for the day. I turned to reach for the car door and once again I felt his grip on my arm pulling me back. It was rare for Brandon to act persistent like this, and it just made me want to scream at him out of frustration. I whirled around to face him ready to do just that.“What is it that you really want?” I spat. “To have sex with you,” he replied smoothly.“You know well that that isn’t want I’m talking about…” I said through clenched teeth as my frustration quickly turned to anger. “What’s wrong, Elena? If you can do it with him in the hospital, surely, you can do it with me here in the car…” he said as he stared at me with a v
The lights turned green, and we were on our way again. Our brief yet intense conversation came to a pause. We were getting close to the intersection where Brandon would usually let me off so that I could walk back to my place. The night felt darker than normal, and I wasn’t sure if that was because of my mood or not. Not a lot of cars were on the road which thankfully made the traffic lighter than normal. “Should we go to your room? It’s supposed to be really close by, isn’t it?” he suggested seductively. I turned to give him a curious look. His sudden question came out of nowhere and it surprised me even more to find that he seemed quite serious about it. My lips curved into a smile before I automatically began laughing it off as a passing comment that didn’t mean anything. “Thanks for driving me back,” I said as I reached for the door. There was no point in delaying my departure any further. We had arrived at the spot where I was supposed to get off and so I should do exactly th
“Yes, and I like it that way as long as I’m the only one buying,” he replied without missing a heartbeat. I bit hard on my lower lip when I had to admit to myself that I had asked him the wrong question and had invited this misfortune upon myself. His hand around mine felt warm and his grip was firm as he pulled me after him toward his car. Something told me that he wasn’t kidding when he said that. I let out a sigh when I resigned myself to following him silently to his car. Fortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road and traffic was extremely light. That meant that it wouldn’t take too long for him to drop me off so that I could walk back to my place. It wasn’t like I was scared of him, but I did feel uncomfortable being in the enclosed space of the car with him alone. The revealing and brightly colored dress that I had on did not make me feel better and I wondered why I wasn’t smart enough to opt for a pair of pants and matching blazer instead. Everything might have been in
The desire that I sensed in his intense gaze made my heartbeat quicken despite the many times that I told myself silently in my head to remain calm. My lips felt dry, and my tongue instinctively moved to lick my lower lip. “Thanks for the advice, I guess. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave so you can get back to whatever it was you were working on,” I muttered softly as I tried my best to excuse myself. “One more thing before you go,” he said to halt my departure.This time it was Brandon who got out of his seat. I turned my head around as he walked toward the worktable in the room. To my surprise, he returned with a box. Brandon came to stand right in front of me before shoving the box toward me. “What is this?” I asked with a hint of suspicion. “Open it and you’ll see,” he said without answering my question. “Ok…” I murmured while feeling slightly confused. It was so like Brandon to be mysterious about everything. With what had just happened between us, I didn’t think
Maybe, just maybe, things would have turned out differently if he hadn’t left me. If we never broke up, my life might have been better or more normal. I was very tempted to think that it was his fault that I ended up the way I was. If I had been younger and less experienced, I would have thought exactly that. That it was all because he dumped me that I was forced to marry George to save my family’s face. Back then, I was too heartbroken to think straight or resist my parent’s proposal. The man that I chose out of my own free will had betrayed me and suddenly left. I was too shocked to even face reality and the mistake that I made. It made me lose all self-confidence that I could make any correct decisions in my life and that perhaps, my parents were the ones who knew better. If I had been younger, I would have pinned everything on Brandon as his fault. However, I was no longer that young, fresh, and green. I looked up and I couldn’t hold in my giggle and ended up laughing softly at
There were many things that I needed to apologize for, and I was certain that he knew that already. It was unfortunate, but I wasn’t in a position with a whole lot of bargaining power, and he absolutely knew that as well. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he wanted to hear me say it, then I had no other choice but to say it. “That day at the hospital, I was unprofessional. Although I was supposed to be working for you, I ended up serving another client when we happened to run into each other…” I said before I pressed my lips tightly into a thin line. My throat and my lips felt dry, and I had to run my tongue along my lower lip. Brandon did not say anything, and he did not seem at all impressed at my attempt to do things his way. His eyes stared coldly at me, and I knew that he was waiting for me to go on. “This is all still kind of new for me, and yes, I know that it’s not a great excuse, but I didn’t know how to handle running into two of my clients at the same time. I panicked…” I
Just as I had expected, within the already very private space was another level of privacy when he led me to a private room. Once again, I began to wonder what exactly Brandon had planned. Although he appeared the way that he always did, I couldn’t deny that the atmosphere between us was unusually tense. I wondered if he also felt the way that I did or if I was the only one who felt unusually stiff while we were together. “Sit anywhere you like,” he instructed casually as he gestured to the large set of white sofas in the middle of the room. My eyes scanned the pristinely white and modern interior of the private room that we were in. Apart from the large sofa set that was in the middle of the room, there was a very large shiny white work desk with a matching white leather chair. Brandon must have been working in this room before my arrival because his laptop still had its lid open on the table. “I didn’t know that you liked working in shared working spaces nowadays…” I said to make
Brandon was definitely the heir to the largest chain of casinos on top of hotels for sure. Brandon never played any game unless he was the gamemaster. I have never seen him lose a bet before either in my life. George was seriously a fool to think that he could win against Brandon and at his own casino at that. So now, what game is he going to make me play?The only way to find out was to ask him. I thought that that was ironic in and of itself. If I had to pick, then I would say that I would prefer not to see Brandon. Although what happened was more my fault than his, my desire to hide away from him outweighed my rational sense and reason to want to meet him. Before I would chicken out and change my mind, I took out my phone and sent a simple text to Brandon. ‘Where and when do you want to meet me?’ I counted silently in my mind to around twenty as I stared at my phone screen. Just as I had anticipated, Brandon sent me back a reply within that timeframe. Had he been expecting for m
“About that trip to the orphanage that we were talking about…” he began before looking at me as if to gauge my reaction. “I’d still love to go if you still want me to,” I replied almost immediately. “Really?” Adrian asked with such an excited look on his face. Suddenly, he appeared much younger and a lot more innocent. Just like an excited little boy who had successfully invited his friend on a trip, he beamed a smile at me. With what had happened between us, maybe he thought that I would have changed my mind about going on a trip with him. If he was someone else, that might have turned out to be the case. However, if I was being honest, I really looked forward to going on that trip with him. It wasn’t just because it was a chance to spend more time with Adrian, but the idea of visiting orphanages felt like the right thing to do for me. Getting in contact with my past life might do me some good and help me figure out something about my sense of self and who I was. After being adop