The CEO by Niquel

behind him.
    “Sheila, may I ask what’s wrong? You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
    “Does it matter? Does life really matter?” I said in a drunken rage.
    “Yes it does, it always does. Did something bad happen?”
    I couldn’t fight it anymore. The tears fell free from my eyes and onto the floor beneath me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “It’s okay Sheila. You don’t have to tell me right now. I’ll go make us some more drinks.”
    I plopped down on the bed and the room started to spin. Ryan came over with a cup full of vodka and cola and I chugged the whole thing back. I needed to numb this pain as soon as possible.

My dad was released from the hospital after a two-week stay in the intensive care unit. A home health aide was ordered to be at his beck and call until he was back to a hundred percent. I was so thankful that the doctors were able to diagnose him right away, because if anything had happened to him in their care, I would have completely lost it.
    Ryan and I swore to never bring up that pathetic night in the hotel again. I really had planned on sexing him into oblivion, not crying in his fucking lap all night. I was really starting to trust him a lot. We had a ton of fun outside of work, but at work, we kept everything strictly professional.
    I finally gave Ryan his own office directly across from mine so that I could keep an eye on him at all times. Occasionally I caught myself staring at him as he typed away on his keyboard. With his new position, he also scanned all documents and uploaded them to the new computers we’d bought. He kept teasing me about the ‘outdated’ system, so I’d finally done something about it—with his help of course.
    One night we were both so caught up in our work that I didn’t even realize it was after ten p.m. I had emptied every single file I had in my cabinet and brought it over to him to upload to the computer, except for one.
    As I walked across the hall, I noticed he had removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned a few clasps on his shirt, revealing his smooth, defined chest underneath. I felt a small pulse under my skirt and knew I couldn’t fight these urges any longer.
    I tapped on the door, “Hey, Ryan?”
    “Yeah?” he said looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes.
    “I have one more folder for you.” I walked over to his desk slowly and placed the file on top of it. I sat down next to the folder and crossed my legs.
    “Ms—uh—” he said nervously. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
    “In fact, there is.” I slid off the desk to my feet and pushed him back in the chair, running my fingers down his shirt.
    I pressed my chest against his and slid down his body, spreading his legs as I kneeled before him. It didn’t take much for him to become aroused, and his bulge was quite noticeable underneath his slacks.
    I ran my hand over it, slowly caressing it through the fabric. I ran my lips across it, feeling it throb under his pants.
    Reaching for his buckle, I unfastened it and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from his boxers. “Sheila…” Before he could continue, I slid my mouth over the head of it. As I swirled my tongue around the tip, his body started to tense up.
    I relaxed my throat to try to accommodate his girth but it wouldn’t fit, so I used my hand to assist me. Up and down my hand slid, in sync with my lips, until I felt his body tense. I removed my lips and finished him off with my hand.
    I got up off my knees and went out the office door, heading to the bathroom down the hall to wash my hands. Before I made it inside, Ryan ran up behind me, pushed me in and locked the door behind us. He shoved my back up against the door and his lips crashed into mine. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to fully slide in.
    He raised my arms above my head and pinned them against the door, locking them in place with one hand as he used his free hand to reach underneath my skirt and slide