Chapter 4 Surprise Visitor

ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

Wow where's she going looking like that? Every time I see her, I'm more intrigued by her. I'm just trying to find the perfect way to meet her officially. But I'm turning into a stalker. I can't go in that club. I'd be recognized. Ok this is crazy. I’m just going to her work. After all I do have a legitimate reason to.

END OF ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW

"Wow you're hot! All the guys are going to ignore me tonight." Angel smiles.

"Thanks, but I'm sure you'll have your fair share." I reply.

"Look at the office it's strictly business. But away, call me Isabel." I explain.

"Let's get our drink on!" Max replies.

"I second that!" I reply.

We find a table and order drinks. A couple girls go dance. I need some liquid courage first. An hour later I'm on the dance floor with the girls. When a pair of arms wrap around me just as a slow song comes on.

"Miss me?" Jesse asks.

"Are you kidding me? Get your damn hands off me! You got some nerve." I demand.

"Hi ladies. I'm Izzy's boyfriend." Jesse replies.

"EX!!! Ex-boyfriend." I retort.

And since when does he call me Izzy? He said it was childish and unprofessional. Any why the hell is he here?

"Careful darling, you don't want to create a scene. Just one dance? Promise. Then if you tell me to go I will. I've came so far surely one dance is not too much to ask?" He asks.

"Fine!" I huff.

"I realize what I done was wrong. I didn't appreciate you like I should have. I didn't talk to you the way you deserved. And i never asked your opinion about your needs. I was selfish." He explains.

"No arguments here." I retort.

"It's just everyone knows accountants are shy, fragile ladies. I thought I'd scare you off with my rough needs and wants. It was hell trying to control myself around you. I mean the sex was still off the charts, but now that I know you'd be into the rough and hard I can't get you out of my mind. I've got to know how good it is with you. I'm ready to give you all of me, and if it's even half as good as I imagine, I'll marry you." He replies.

"So, when’s the last time you fucked your secretary?" I demand.

"The day you caught us." He answers.

"So, you've went a full week without screwing her?" I ask.

"Does a hand job count?" He asks.

"Depends. Whose hand? If it's anyone’s but yours, yep it counts." I explain.

"Well..." He replies.

"That's what I thought. How long were you banging her behind my back?" I demand.

"Does it matter? It's over." He replies.

"You want to talk then this is me talking! How damn long were you fucking her while fucking me?" I demand.

 "About six months. But look she came on to me first. And a man can only take so much sexiness thrust in his face before he gives in to temptation." He defends himself.

"You're unbelievable. Yeah, it's called I'm the boss and your ass is fired!" I explain.

"Look it meant nothing to me at all. No feelings at all were involved. Not like with you. You I love. You I make love to." He replies.

"And you actually think that makes it ok? And Jesse it was just sex. Good sex, but sex. I don't think you know what love is." I retort.

"Let me show you. Let's see how good it can be." He pleads.

"Fine. Call her right now and fire her." I demand.

"What?" He asks.

"You heard me. She knew we were together yet she screwed you anyway. Fire her. Or I walk!" I demand.

"Ok fine." He agrees.

He dialed her number. "Hello Miss Baker, on Monday I want you to clear out your desk you're fired." 

I could hear her screaming and cussing on the phone. He replies a few expletives himself before demanding she do as he said and hanging up.

"Happy?" He asks.

"Getting there." I reply.

A plan forms in my mind. Do I have the guts to pull it off? Then I think six fucking months? Hell, yeah, I do! Thank God, I always made him wear a condom! 

"So, during the year we've been together, how many other women did you screw?" I ask.

"Is that necessary?" He asks.

"Yes! If you want me to reconsider us, I have to know everything." I demand.

"Three." He replies but I don't believe him.

"You just can't keep it in your pants can you! The three times a week we got together wasn't enough? You're the one that set the limit. You're the one that would fuck and leave like your ass was on fire every damn time! I didn't fulfill your needs?" I demand.

"What? No! You were amazing. It was me, I held back. I needed more but didn't go to you. I didn't want to scare you off." He explains.

"You know what the sad part is?" I ask as I rub his chest then lower to his arousal. "I would have willingly fucked you hard every day and night."

"Can we leave? I want to be inside you right now." He urges.

"Sorry I can't right now, I'm with friends. But if you be a good boy, I'll reward you later." I reply.

"Ok, I can wait. I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow." He replies.

"Good." I reply.

I'm thinking because there will be no tomorrow. Famous last words fuck boy. We went back to my table. I introduce him as an old friend.

He didn't like that at all. But he didn't open his mouth to deny it. We sit there for another hour. I kept my hand on his thigh, occasionally rubbing it.

I enjoyed his discomfort. I guess that makes me a bitch. But I don't care. Finally, I stand to leave.

"Well, it's time for me to leave. This was great! I'm glad you invited me. It's good to learn about your coworkers. See you all at the office on Monday." I reply.

Jesse stood up with a noticeable bulge in his pants. "Nice to meet you all."

We leave to go to my condo. I give myself a pep talk on what I have planned for him. I know I can do it and I won't regret it.