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Damon stops after seeing me in his office. He looks around to see if Monique is around. It's been two days since that night. I filed a sick leave for a few days to avoid Damon. That night crushed my confidence and broke my heart.
I saw them on the balcony. Damon and Monique.
Damon made love to her; he had sex with me. It's something I couldn't deny. Their connection is too strong. They know each other well – from what can make them giggle to what can satisfy them. Their moves were fluid and needed no words. Their session was shorter than Damon and I shared, but they reached a higher pinnacle of ecstasy.
I was good. The best. I was confident to be Damon's new woman after that night. Monique surrendered before the threesome could start. I'm the clear winner. In the end, I'm the one who lost.
"Tricia, I've been..." I rush and kiss him with better passion than I showed him that night.
It took me two days to realize that I couldn't let Monique win. I will not lose Damon after having a taste of him. They may appear in love, but they still haven't sealed the possibility of finding someone else. I will be that someone else for Damon.
"Are you okay? I heard you got sick," Damon asks while holding my cheeks and neck. "I was worried when you left without a word."
“I was ashamed,” I say, acting like a poor girl. Making him feel guilty always amplifies his focus on me. “I was afraid about what you thought of me. You might think I’m like my mother.”
“Stop,” Damon’s eyebrows meet. “You are never like your mother.”
His memory of my mother is that of a cheating woman, but it's only a surface of who she is. I embody who she is deep down. A woman seeking satisfaction from love and sex.
“Then what did you think of me?” I reinforce my poor girl's act by hugging him and laying my head on his chest.
Damon gently pushes me away. I try not to break my act as frustration sets in. I refuse any rejection. Before Damon can say a word, I slide on my knees and face his crotch.
“Tricia,” I ignore his call and unbuckle his pants.
"I can't stop thinking of you since that night, Damon," I distract him. "I wonder if I satisfied you. Or I was as good as her. But I know you love this.”
I release his cock from his tight boxers and quickly put the tip into my mouth. Damon calls me again, a warning for me to stop. I disregard it and push his shaft deeper into my mouth. He groans as I cover it with my saliva and suck it dry. He holds the top of my head. I lick the bottom of his shaft and suck on his balls before he can think of pushing me.
Damon’s hand remains threaded through the top of my hair. I can sense his reluctance to push me away while I cover his length with my mouth. He releases a soft growl when I take him deep into my throat.
“Tricia,” he mutters in a raspy voice, making me stop and smile.
I am correct for not surrendering early. Damon may not be in love with me, but as I've concluded, I have weapons to fool him into falling for me. If I please him a little more or go the extra mile in satisfying him, I can win all of him.
My downfall last time was my greed. Damon is more used to having sex with Monique than me. I shouldn't have been eager to push Monique to the side. The right way is to keep her for a while until Damon realizes he doesn't need her anymore. I need him to be obsessed with me as much as I am with him.
When his cock is hard and lustful, I stand and face him. Damon is full of lust. I'm the only one who can fill it for him right now. I reach for the door behind him and double-lock it.
"Tricia," his voice trails when I open my nurse's uniform and present my healthy tits.
My voluptuous body is better than Monique's long and slim build. I felt Damon's enjoyment when he held my tits and soft bum. He can have them all with me again.
I cling to his neck and pull him closer to my chest. “I’m all yours, Damon. I need you.”
Damon's breaths brush my cleavage. But he suddenly pulls away from me, closes my uniform, and zips up. "Stop this, Tricia. What happened last time is a mistake."
A mistake? His words shake me and my insecurities. All my life, I was a mistake. My mother had me as a mistake. I ruined my life because of it. Now, he's telling me that being one with him is also a mistake.
Anger, disappointment, and panic flood me. I want to scream, cry, and demand that he keeps his promise to protect me. To always be there for me. To become the man I need. But instead, all I can think of is to beg.
“Please, Damon. I can be a third wheel for you and Monique,” I shamelessly offer. “You can use me to spice your....whatever you have with her.”
“No. Tricia, please. It was wrong from the start. We go way back as siblings.”
"You obviously didn't see me as a sibling when you were fucking me," I cut in, almost losing control over my anger. I take a deep breath and decide to make him feel guilty again. "It's because of my mother, isn't it? You're afraid that I'll cheat like her. So, you're abandoning me now to be safe."
And my strategy to win him is wrong. I only see the disappointment in his eyes. For Damon, I'm looking down on him for not being there for me. It's not making him feel guilty but accusing him of something he cannot control.
"I'm sorry," I desperately try to recover from my mistake. "I feel safe now that I'm with you. I'll do anything you want. If you need me to be better, I will be better."
Damon stops and looks at me. I can't tell what goes through his mind, but he seems enlightened. He softly smiles and kisses me on the forehead.
“I will always keep you safe no matter what. And you were great, Tricia. You don’t need to be better for me,” he says gently. His words kill my heart instead of bringing me joy. “And thank you. You’re right. You’re the one I needed.”
Damon kisses me like a sister again and wraps me in an embrace. One without the warmth of a lover or the desire of a man. It’s the last act that ends my show in an utter defeat.
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