bitch. I wonder if they hooked up and she’s still just his assistant.
I do my simple daily cleaning then take up my perch on his bed. It’s the only thing that he ever leaves messy. Before I fix it, I wrap myself in his covers and soak up his scent. Today is the first time I go further. Closing my eyes, I stick my hand under the cover and slide it into my shorts. Rubbing the outside of my panties, I pant. Images of him on top of me like at the airport enter my mind; I envision his hard cock pressing into me. I moan out, “Devin.” His name leaves my mouth over and over again, as I push my panties aside and dip my fingers into my wetness. The moment I hit my clit with my thumb, I shoot off into an amazing orgasm. Like a prayer, I chant his name.
It takes a while before I open my eyes. I stare up at his ceiling wondering if he lies here and thinks about me while stroking his thick cock. “Ha.” I sit up and shake my head. I need to stop living in la la land and consider my future.
I start thinking about my options and come to the conclusion that I really don’t have any. I call the insurance company and they tell me they will be sending the check in the next few days. That means I can go back to Ohio. The thought hits me hard, but I let it go. Devin isn’t into me like that. He’s changed since the first night and moving on is all I can do. I need to call David and get my family’s house together before the bank decides to foreclose on it.
Dialing his cell again, I still get no answer. It’s strange that he hasn’t returned any of my calls. Granted, he might have called me while my phone was disconnected. Since I need answers, I call his office.
l answers with a shitty-ass tone, “David Parker’s office.”
“Hi, Molly. This is Brooklyn Bennett. Is David in?”
“No, he’s not.” Again she sounds like she’s ticked.
I don’t care for her attitude so I give her a little sass. “Well…do you know when he’ll be back?”
“No, he’s out of town again.”
“Did he say anything about my family’s home?”
“No, he didn’t.” She’s so abrupt that I don’t have anything else to say.
“Okay.”
I hang up with an awkward feeling. Something’s not right. The last time I talked to David, he sounded so sincere. I can’t believe that he wouldn’t tell Molly to let him know I called.
Making myself some lunch, I decide to play with the phone again. I’m on like level 140 on Candy Smash, but once I run out of lives, I start dinner. I don’t know why since Devin isn’t going to be home on time. He doesn’t call me during the day, and I don’t want to bother him so I don’t change my usual schedule. It’s not until after six every night that he calls to say, “Sorry, Blossom. I’m running late.”
I want to be mad, but it’s the only communication I get from him once he leaves the house. It’s not like he owes me an explanation or anything. I’m nothing but the help. “That’s fine. I’ll warm your dinner when you get home.”
He always tells me it’s okay that he can heat it up himself, but I still do it. Since I set the alarm, I hear when he gets in so I get up and heat up his plate. Tonight, he asks me how my day was and I don’t know how to answer— I spent all day with nothing to clean except the dishes I used to cook for you... or how I spent all day sniffing your clothes or laying in your bed fondling myself. Gosh, I still can’t believe I did that. I blush from the experience which makes him raise a brow. I don’t answer his unasked question; instead, I tell him, “It was wonderful. I caught up on reading on my phone and watching your badass TV, rotting the rest of my brain.”
He laughs and tells me that he wants to go away for the weekend.
“That’s cool. Have fun.” He gives me a look but then continues eating my food like he’s starving. “So I guess you like it.”
“Babe, your cooking is fantastic. Having you feed me was the best idea I’ve ever
I do my simple daily cleaning then take up my perch on his bed. It’s the only thing that he ever leaves messy. Before I fix it, I wrap myself in his covers and soak up his scent. Today is the first time I go further. Closing my eyes, I stick my hand under the cover and slide it into my shorts. Rubbing the outside of my panties, I pant. Images of him on top of me like at the airport enter my mind; I envision his hard cock pressing into me. I moan out, “Devin.” His name leaves my mouth over and over again, as I push my panties aside and dip my fingers into my wetness. The moment I hit my clit with my thumb, I shoot off into an amazing orgasm. Like a prayer, I chant his name.
It takes a while before I open my eyes. I stare up at his ceiling wondering if he lies here and thinks about me while stroking his thick cock. “Ha.” I sit up and shake my head. I need to stop living in la la land and consider my future.
I start thinking about my options and come to the conclusion that I really don’t have any. I call the insurance company and they tell me they will be sending the check in the next few days. That means I can go back to Ohio. The thought hits me hard, but I let it go. Devin isn’t into me like that. He’s changed since the first night and moving on is all I can do. I need to call David and get my family’s house together before the bank decides to foreclose on it.
Dialing his cell again, I still get no answer. It’s strange that he hasn’t returned any of my calls. Granted, he might have called me while my phone was disconnected. Since I need answers, I call his office.
l answers with a shitty-ass tone, “David Parker’s office.”
“Hi, Molly. This is Brooklyn Bennett. Is David in?”
“No, he’s not.” Again she sounds like she’s ticked.
I don’t care for her attitude so I give her a little sass. “Well…do you know when he’ll be back?”
“No, he’s out of town again.”
“Did he say anything about my family’s home?”
“No, he didn’t.” She’s so abrupt that I don’t have anything else to say.
“Okay.”
I hang up with an awkward feeling. Something’s not right. The last time I talked to David, he sounded so sincere. I can’t believe that he wouldn’t tell Molly to let him know I called.
Making myself some lunch, I decide to play with the phone again. I’m on like level 140 on Candy Smash, but once I run out of lives, I start dinner. I don’t know why since Devin isn’t going to be home on time. He doesn’t call me during the day, and I don’t want to bother him so I don’t change my usual schedule. It’s not until after six every night that he calls to say, “Sorry, Blossom. I’m running late.”
I want to be mad, but it’s the only communication I get from him once he leaves the house. It’s not like he owes me an explanation or anything. I’m nothing but the help. “That’s fine. I’ll warm your dinner when you get home.”
He always tells me it’s okay that he can heat it up himself, but I still do it. Since I set the alarm, I hear when he gets in so I get up and heat up his plate. Tonight, he asks me how my day was and I don’t know how to answer— I spent all day with nothing to clean except the dishes I used to cook for you... or how I spent all day sniffing your clothes or laying in your bed fondling myself. Gosh, I still can’t believe I did that. I blush from the experience which makes him raise a brow. I don’t answer his unasked question; instead, I tell him, “It was wonderful. I caught up on reading on my phone and watching your badass TV, rotting the rest of my brain.”
He laughs and tells me that he wants to go away for the weekend.
“That’s cool. Have fun.” He gives me a look but then continues eating my food like he’s starving. “So I guess you like it.”
“Babe, your cooking is fantastic. Having you feed me was the best idea I’ve ever
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