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Hell, I’m in hell. It’s where I belong, I’m sure. That thing people are always talking about I used to laugh at, karma, is beating the shit out of me. Holly touching me with that scent I knew was hers alone. Her soft yet strong hands kneading into me were already killing me, then she was leaning against me, and fuck. My cock had been crushed into the bed. I could smell her wet pussy as she kneeled beside me. All I could think of was pulling her under me so I could taste her. I’m not a stingy bastard, I eat pussy often, with pleasure. I want Holly’s badly.
Now I know she wants me too. I’m in hell because I can’t have her. Even though she looked fucking good enough to eat with her new clothes, she still wasn’t for me. The clothes were an excellent move by Amelia. Now Holly had a real waist and damn, her ass was even more appealing. The small cut v at the neck of the shirt showed off her long neck, only it led to her double chin no clothes could hide. Even as I know I’m a fucker and don’t deserve someone like her, I couldn’t look past the number of small things that all added up. While the clothes helped make her look more appealing, they couldn’t hide completely that she wasn’t the perfection I’ve had for years.
I’m going through my emails as the elevator opens. I see two that jump out at me. One pisses me off, the other has me smiling.
Outside my office, I stop to lean over my secretary’s desk. “Sharon, please explain why you were a bitch to Holly when all she did was introduce herself to you?”
Sharon is scared, she should be. “I didn’t mean to, sir. At the time the email came through, I was flooded with work and it was a nuisance. I shouldn’t have seen it as such. I apologize and will apologize to her. It won’t ever happen again.”
“It had better not. No need to apologize to Holly. Call my sister and have her come up to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
I’m reviewing a client’s proposal to acquire a company before it went into bankruptcy. “Hello, brother dear. How was Holly this morning?”
“She was fine. So, I financed your spending spree for her?” The card is mine and Amelia has full access to it, as none of her cards has an unlimited limit.
“I figured since it was your fault she was crying, it should be you who put a smile on her face. And please, it was a pittance, she can be very stubborn. Just think of it as a new suit. It’s not as if you can’t afford it.” Not a trace of guilt, she’s right.
“Fine, I bought a new suit yesterday. I had the meeting with the partners, you are officially untouchable to me without bad marks. Good luck.”
“Ethan, spit out why I’m really here.” Her eyes bore into mine.
Sighing, I look right back without flinching. “Don’t encourage Holly about me. For her, I’m asking you not to do it.”
Her face softens, she’s sad. I wish I could take it away but I can’t. She doesn’t say anything, only nods then leaves.
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The time in the corner of my laptop is taunting me. It’s eight, time for me to go home. Instead, I pick up the phone. Her name is Mina, I’m sure it was once Martha or something else as bland. She was one of the blondes at the party who had slipped me her number. She sounds annoyed I’m calling at the last minute. It doesn’t stop her from accepting my invitation to dinner tonight. I tell her I’ll be there in an hour and she agrees.
Ricky goes up for her, I’m not interested enough to get out of the car. She gets in with a smile. I’m guessing that between the caps and whitening, her smile cost her around seven grand, almost as much as her tits. Fuck, I didn’t remember she had fake tits. I hate fake tits, I’d rather have an A cup than fake tits. Now I’m even more uninterested.
“I’m glad you called. You were one of the few people at the party that night who wasn’t a complete bore.” She’s leans into me. Her perfume is cloying, making me nauseous
“Do you like Italian?”
Her gasp is overdone. “Italian is my favorite. I adore risotto. Where are we going?”
“We’re here actually, Gorgio’s.”
Clinging to me as we go up the stairs, she teeters on six inch heels. I bet myself five bucks if she has more than one glass of wine she’ll trip. Dinner is as bad as I thought it would be. She’s chattering about a photo shoot. The salad with dressing on the side is pushed around until it’s wilted. It’s time to go, I signal for the check. She says something about powdering her nose before standing. I’m more interested in signing the check. Seconds later, there’s a crash and people murmur. Looking up, I see Mina on the floor. I don’t bother getting out of my chair; a waiter is helping her up.
She makes it back to the table without falling. I don’t get near her as we leave, her perfume is awful. Thankfully, she gets the hint. Probably thinks it’s about her fall, I don’t explain myself. When Ricky gets to her place, she invites me up. Without looking at her, I shake my head. I have an early morning meeting, is my excuse. Her eyes glisten with tears as she gets out.
It’s a little after ten thirty, the cloying perfume covers me. I’m loose from the three glasses of wine I allowed myself at the restaurant. I tell Ricky to take me to the cigar bar, then he can go home. I’ll catch a taxi home. A client I’ve had for years is there and we chat for well over an hour. When we say our goodbyes, we promise each other to make a plan to meet up. I get home a little after one in the morning.
Letting myself into the condo, I see all the lights are off except the recessed foyer light. Turning it off, I make my way down the hallway. The light is off in Holly’s room. Yet, as I pause outside for a second, I know she’s not asleep. In my room, I dump the suit, knowing the scent will still be on it when she cleans.