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POV VICTORIA

I wake up feeling my body warm as if something is wrapped around it. It's not like I don't know why. I open my eyes to the light emanating through the windows. Christopher has his legs entwined with mine and his face buried in the crook of my neck.

It's an adjustable position, however I prefer to have it wrapped around me. My body fits his well, and after sex I want nothing less than to sleep warm and curled up with him. I blink a few times to get used to the sunlight.

"Good morning," I hear Christopher's voice murmur sleepily, and hot as hell. I roll my eyes at the thought, he always has the sexy voice.

- Good morning Mr. Blanc - I answer. Christopher lifts his face so that my gaze, lazy even, meets his.

- Sleep well? - Question. I smile sideways and bring my face closer to his, almost enough to bring my lips to his.

- Hmm... let's say so, but I could have a better morning - I reply. Christopher smiles, fully understanding the meaning of my request.

- And what can I do to make your morning better, Mrs. Blanc? - He questions.

In response, I tilt my body. It seems I want to unite our anatomies. I bring my hand up to his voluptuous cock and stroke it through the fabric of his underwear.

- Mrs. Blanc, you have no shame.

I bite my bottom lip gently, just pinching my lips between my teeth. Christopher's eyes wander to my mouth.

He opens his mouth to accommodate a more demanding breath, to accommodate the growing desire between us. I don't exactly know how a nymphet smiles, but I don't stand out when I'm like this…needy from my husband.

"I don't think I need it when I'm with my husband," I reply to his comment.

His cock starts to grow and show volume under the grip of my fingers. I scratch his boxers with the tips of my nails and, consequently, his member.

- So your husband is a lucky son of a bitch.

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After an enviable morning of love and a quietly pleasant breakfast, we're in the back of the Audi SUV.

As the morning was cold in Seattle, I opted for a mint green dress, which reaches mid-thigh and has long sleeves. The dress is tight and hugs my few curves very well. I wear black ankle boots.

"I have some errands to do today, so I'll be late," Christopher murmurs, snapping me out of my reverie. He gently kisses the fingers of my hand, which is joined to his.

I don't answer him, it's not like I have anything to say. I just thought I could come in early and have him home.

- Which? - He asks, taking my silence as an answer.

'I just…I don't like being alone, in fact, I like being with you all the time, Christopher,' I say. The sincerity in my words even scares me. But, yes, I want him with me all the time. Maybe it's suffocating for him, and that would also be distressing.

“I feel the same way,” he says.

God, this man will still be my undoing or the cause of my heart attack.

I look at him, his eyes fixed on me and a reassuring smile. My inner goddess likes the hypothesis that he will reward you in bed, or in the playroom, for being late.

Lost in my sordid thoughts, I come back to reality when the car pulls up in front of the ZIZ building, my accounting office.

- In that case, I'll wait for you, Mr. Blanc - I say. I bring my face to his and kiss his jaw - See you later - I whisper. I lift my face and seal her mouth with a chaste, almost innocent kiss.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Blanc - Christopher says goodbye.

Lough opens the car door and so I get out. Lough is my new bouncer, he's one of the lockers that was in the kitchen the other day.

- Thank you - thank you for politeness, I don't like his company very much.

At the company door, the other security man, Martty , I think, is waiting for us. He is not usually at home, his security point is in front of ZIZ.

- Good morning, Ms. Blanc - Martty greets me.

"Good morning," I murmur. A whitish breeze leaves my mouth as I speak, a sign that it is very cold.

I quicken my steps into the building, but I'm stopped when I see a puppy next to the door. He's thin as if he hasn't seen food in days. Its fur is dirty and as a whole it is deplorable.

My heart squeezes. How can I leave you here without help? It would be inhumane! With the cold, the dog curls up and curls its body to escape the icy breeze.

- Lough - I call him. Instantly, the man is respectfully at my side.

- Yes, Ms. Blanc - he answers. I open the bag and fish out a hundred dollar bill.

- Buy some food for this puppy, please - I ask, indicating with my finger.

"Yes ma'am," he mumbles confused, but doesn't question, he was probably instructed not to.

I hand him the ballot and enter the building without further preamble. Even warmed by the clothes, I'm still cold and I can't help but think about how the poor dog feels.

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My hours go by quickly. I make reports and fill out fixed amounts in an absurd amount. It is glorious that lunchtime has arrived; I have calluses on my fingers.

Someone knocks twice on the door.

'Come in,' I say absently. The door opens, revealing Lough with a bag from a Thai restaurant.

- Your lunch, Mrs. Blanc,” he says, lifting the bag.

- Thanks. Leave it on the table - I reply. As he makes his way over to the table, I'm curious about the dog. Did he eat? It would be a profit if he were alive.

- Lough , about the dog... did he eat it? - I ask. He drops the bag on the table and looks directly at me, perhaps puzzled.

"Yes, ma'am," he replies. I nod and just like that, he leaves the room. 

I do not deny that the desire to take the dog with me is huge, but I need to consult my husband. Anyway, I'm braver per message.

pick up my cell phone from the table, I've only been using it for a few minutes, so it's easily accessible.

DO YOU LIKE ANIMALS?

I click on the 'send' button. It doesn't take long and the answer is already received.

WHY THIS NOW?

It's not quite the answer I wanted, but it doesn't make for an unpleasant start.

CURIOSITY.

I answer indifferently.

I DON'T HATE THEM.

His message tells me he's already been alerted about the dog. Shit from security guards who don't know how to let a trivial matter pass! They are more like a dog than an animal.

GOOD YOU DON'T HATE THEM

I feign indifference to the matter.

DO YOU WANT THE DOG?

As soon as I finish reading the message, I confirm my suspicions. I, frankly, have reason to hate personal security.

I could say 'no' and try to convince him at home, but the dog won't survive until Christopher's goodwill. It's not like the answer means my doom, but I want the dog and I want Christopher to want it.

YEA.

I type a quick reply.

MY ANSWER IS NO.

The message arrives almost immediately, it's as if he's already typed and is waiting for my reply to send. Bastard!

What does he think he's doing? He doesn't live alone and consequently doesn't decide things like this unilaterally.

Here's your answer, Blanc.

I take out my cell phone and look up Taiga's number in the address book. When I find it, I click “call”.

- Mrs. Blanc - he salutes.

“Taiga, I have a terrible headache and I'd like to leave,” I say quickly. I like Taiga for the same reason as Christopher, he is not surprised by requests or questions.

- Yes ma'am. It'll be ten or fifteen minutes,” he mutters.

"Okay, thanks," I say and hang up.

I grab my bag and lunch bag and leave the room. Outside, Lough is standing by the door. I wouldn't need a dog if I was on guard, I already have two unbearable lockers with me!

- Mrs. Blanc, something wrong? - Asks Lough .

Fuck. I don't like him, and less so now!

- Well, is the dog you bought food from still out there? - I ignore your previous question.

"I believe so, ma'am," he replies. We don't have any kind of intimacy, but you don't have to add "ma'am" to the end of every sentence.

- Wrap him in my coat, we'll take him with us - I say unmistakably, it's an order.

Lough doesn't deny it, but his eyes hold a certain hesitation. He wants to say something, but his instructions don't say to contradict me, and he shouldn't.

- Yes - he answers. I take a thin coat from my bag and hand it to Lough , who takes it.

My cell phone vibrates inside the bag. It's certainly Christopher, and I don't want to take a call from you. Well, he doesn't know about my adoption, and when he does, he's going to be pissed. It won't be one-sided, because I'm also fucking angry. I completely ignore her call and head for the elevator.

●●●

I make my way to the kitchen. In my arms I carry Alff , that was the name chosen. He's not very scented and clean, so I'll have to ask Ginny to give him a bath.

She is cleaning the kitchen counter, which is holding a dirty glass of wine. Holy crap! He is in home. Who else could have used the cup?

I sigh and continue walking the dog toward Gina.

- Hello - I greet softly so as not to scare her, as she is distracted. Mrs. Jones looks up, and wisely says nothing about the puppy I have in my hand.

"Vic," he mutters. Your voice is an eighth higher. Your system must have been shaken by a pissed-off man.

- Hmm... could you put water and food for this dog? The feed is with Lough . And if you're not too busy, give him a bath too. If you can, of course, and please - I'll say it all at once. Ginny looks at Alff and smiles weakly.

- Yes, I can do all that.

- Thank you very much - I appreciate it.

with Alff to the living room and, upon entering the room, I am faced with the vision that has been frightening me for minutes.

Christopher!