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  She tastes so good I could just be doing this all night. But even if she moans, I want to hear more from her so I pressure a little more. Just a little.

  “Fuck,” she hisses, and I don’t. “Fuck.” She moans. And oh, her moaning feels so good in my ears.

  But she doesn’t stop at that. Her legs start to throb violently as she comes once I release my mouth from her. But no she wouldn’t let me go. She pulled my face against her pussy as she came. I have never met a woman like her.

  I stand up and look her in the eyes. She understands my demand and quickly reached for my belt and pulls out my cock. I usually take my time to smooth in but I was out of control. I quickly thrust inside her, feeling her back arch backwards and her chin touching my nose. She screams as she wraps her legs around my hips with her back against the wall. I could feel her chest breathing up and down against mine. I had slid my right hand behind the back of her head so she hits my palm instead of the concrete of the garage’s wall. She is enjoying herself ecstatically. I don’t advise her to ease down because I can’t ease down myself, thrusting harder inside her.

  When she faces me, she looks in my eyes for a tiny moment and then bites my neck.

  Holy vampire fucking sweet thing!

  The bite sends a rush through my body and I thrust faster and harder. I pull her back from her hair and stare into her eyes. I am the boss here. Not you. I do the biting!

  Surrendering to my pull, she clenches her legs tighter around me so I don’t slow down my thrusting. I am already feeling euphoric, meeting my own climax as I loosen my grip and bury my face in her neck. It’s so confusing, yet amusing, how in one minute I enjoy pulling her hair and in the other I enjoy groaning against her neck like a baby, pulling her eyes tighter as I literary sweep her off her feet again. The way she depends on me so she doesn’t fall lets me come hard and sudden inside her.

  Her legs slide down to the floor as I don’t pull my hands off her ass, catching what’s left of my breath, wondering if I am going to faint or something. Of course, I do my best not to show her.

  Sh pushes me away to lift up her dress as I lean back against the van with my member still out. I don’t really care if anyone sees us, and that’s very strange. I mean I have been blunt about my attitude, but not so scandal.

  She turns around to walk away as if I am some whore. I pull her back. “Where do you think you’re going?” I groan.

  “Oh,” she smirks. “You want me to pay you, handsome,” she rubs my chin with her other hand.

  “I want you to sign this,” I pull her to my car, my member still dangling. What’s gotten to me today? I pull out a file from the backseat and push a pen to her chest. “Sign. That’s what you came down here for. Remember? To talk business.”

  “You fucker!” She blurts out, totally upset. “Let me go!” she can’t free her arm, kicking at my feet. My dick dancing.

  “Sign it,” I say firmly. “I have work tomorrow and can’t meet these guys without signed papers.”

  She blows out a heavy angered sigh and signs page one and two without even looking. “Now, let me go, asshole.” She pulls her arm away, slaps me on the face, and walks back to the elevator.

  I smirk as I watch her lovely ass that I have just juiced from behind. Boy, I just did that hot body right now. I hope I finally exorcist her from my system. She looks so pissed and I feel so good about it.

  I pull up my pants, tucking my aching member inside and rest in the car. If she only knows what I got for her in store.

  Chapter 10

  Alice Lively

  In the morning I meet him in the elevator again. He doesn’t even say hi to me. I grit my teeth, imagining every possible scenario to kick him in the balls while he is standing behind me, staring at my ass as always.

  I am so screwed. I have been fucked by my boss two days in a row and who knows if this leaks anyhow.

  But I am sure he won’t say anything. Sebastian has always been discreet about other girls. He won’t talk about me behind my back. In fact, it’s me who always talks bad about him in the office and he knows. Whenever someone mentions the Sebastian Dyer talking about me they say that it is all compliments on how a hell of a co-worker I am. He calls his good employees ‘co-workers’ and people love that.

  The elevator stops and people get out. Other people come in. It makes me wonder of what happened between me and Sebastian. Is this thing we have going to be like the people in the elevator? He comes in and out of me twice and then I will never talk to him again? How are we going to live like this? Because I am not going to fuck the bastard one more time! No matter what. I rub a little bruise on my arm from yesterday aikido session in the garage. The things that bugs is that the pain feels so sweet.

  “Fucker” I say under my breath and then pretend to cough.

  “You said anything, Mr Alice?” His voice mocks me from behind.

  I enter my office, knowing that even though I messed up with him now, I am still so screwed. Probably no one knows a thing because there is nothing unusual happening here. No one is looking weirdly to me or anything like that. But even so, I think I will have to quit. How am I going to stay in his office like that? Damn, I like this job. It’s a dream job.

  I think he will fire me himself at moment today, especially after what I have done to him in the elevator.

  Sitting in my office doing nothing, my speaker buzzes suddenly. It’s him.

  “Could you come over for a minute, Ms Alice?” He says.

  “I’m busy,” I say abruptly without thinking. It’s like whenever I have the chance to mess with him, I don’t waste it. “But I could make time.”

  I think I hear him laugh but I am not sure. “Ok. Waiting for you. You got three second or you’re fired.”

  I jump off my desk. I know this bastards doesn’t joke around in the office. As much as I think firing me is the best solution for this situation I don’t want to get fired.

  I struggle on my heels then catch my breath in front of his door before I knock and walk in confidently.

  He is sitting in his desk, signing something. He doesn’t talk until I walk closer. A lot closer. He is not going to ask me take off my cloth again, right?

  He raises his head, leaning back in his chair, biting lightly on a pencil. His eyes can me from top to bottom.

  “Nice outfit Ms Alice,” He muses.

  “I bought this outfit with my own money,” I say, keeping calm.

  “Good. I hope you have saved some money for rainy days,” He says. “You’ll definitely need it when it’s cold out on the street because you can’t pay the rent anymore,” he says without heart, and hands me a piece of paper.

  “What is this?” I ask before even reading it. This can’t be.

  “You’re fired Ms Alice.”

  “What? How? Why?” I am still astonished that he actually did what I was expecting. “You can’t fire me. Not because of—“

  “Oh, I am sorry,” he says, pretending to be innocent. “I mean you resigned yesterday, releasing the company’s responsibility from paying for your insurance and everything, and I am just fulfilling your wish.”

  “I didn’t resign,” I say. “What kind of sick joke is this?”

  “But that’s your signature, isn’t it?” he lift his chin at the paper in my hand.

  Oh. My. God.

  It’s my signature. How did this happen. NO! Is this what he made me sign yesterday in the garage. How can I be such a fool. I was shocked by the animal sex we just had and my logic and carefulness escaped me.

  Fucker!

  “And this is where you signed that the company owns you no obligation whatsoever,” he hands me another paper as the tears are about to roll down my eyes. “So this basically does it. I will have to ask you to pack and leave the office for your temp who is arriving within the hour. It was nice having you, Alice.”

  “But...” I am speechless. All the anger and the badass talking inside me just whithers away. This isn’t fun anymore. I can send h
is dead seriousness in his voice. He played me, and I rushed in like a fool.

  “But what?” He smirks. “You thought this is just another Fifty Shades of Grey where I surrender to you, and abandon my lifestyle, your love because I can’t live without you? Kindly close the door behind you afte you leave, Ms. Lively.” He says bluntly and returns to his papers on the desk.

  “I am fucked,” I say, staring at this jerk, unable to stop a couple of tears from streaming down slowly.

  “Twice,” he says without looking at me. “Wait. I think thrice."

  Even if I could just kill him right here right now, the weight of the responsibilities on my shoulder that I won’t be able to meet after getting fired is paralyzing me. I have a mother I have to take care of. I have obligations. Thanks to my troubles past. It’s not like I was a rich girl with a silver spoon in my mouth. I worked hard for this. But it’s my fault I let this beautiful bastard trick me.

  I turn around, walking toward the door, all tears, screwing my make up into the colors of my failure. But I swear I will get back to this bastard. I just can’t thin of how right now. How did I let him play a fool like me?

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  Bella Shade has always loved to tell stories. She works as a make up artists and has wicked fascination with how each face can benefit from certain strokes at certain places. Like life, it’s not always successful, but when it is, a girls face can show her true personality. Bella loves both happy endings and sad endings like Romeo and Juliet. Does she have the power to choose the ending. Not in a million years. The characters always take over. She lives in California with her Shad Army, a set of courage’s pets who’d die for her—so be ware, bad guy! But her ultimate dream is to live on an uncharted island with the one man she love—the pets and the piles of books should come a long, of course.

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