Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Ava pleaded with him to let her work for him because it was her only source of income. Dorian was looking at her, her average looks, her satisfying features not enough to keep him engaged with her. "Alright, you can be spared for one last time"***
She was almost glad to hear the words. She had been worried about losing her job. Almost' being the key word. The thought of not having money to pay her bills sent a shock of jolts through her system. She would have to sell her body to survive. That was almost a relief.
Almost' being the key word. The thought of not having money to pay her bills sent a shock of jolts through her system. She would have to sell her body to survive. That was almost a relief.
But then it was her boss, no one else.
Could she sell herself to him if it comes to that?
Maybe... almost' was not good enough. Not this time. Not after she had worked so hard to get where she was. This was her last chance. She had to make it count. "Please, mister, I have a family to feed.Please don't fire me!" Her voice cracked as she begged. Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes. There was nothing left inside her stomach to puke into the wastebasket. She was empty. Her insides had been churned for weeks. The stress had made her sick. She had lost count how many times she had puked her guts out.Pakshet! Even when she wasn't working, everything seemed to be falling apart around her. Her marriage had fallen apart. So did hers and hers and every woman's in the world. Men were trash. All of them. Even her husband was trash. He was a cheat and a liar and everything that a man should not be. Yet she loved him. How could she not?
Then there is this man here trying to dictate her life.
"I am not firing you, Miss Roberts. Now be gone from here and do not show me your face till I call you inside."And just like that, she was dismissed without an apology or even a farewell kiss. No thank yous. Nothing. She watched as he slammed the door and walked away muttering under his breath about her being late again. He was right. She was always late. It was a curse she had to bear. A mark of pride. Her mother had been late.
She left without saying a word unknown to the raging ball of hormone she had left behind. Dorian was unable to take this picture of her naked and quivering under him out of his mind and he needed something to forget it. Perhaps, thought he. He can call someone.Someone who might actually give him what he wanted sexually. Or maybe he wouldn't bother calling anyone and instead go straight to bed with him.
Instead he found himself looking at his secretary slowly imagine himself undressing her in front of his eyes. And then he opened his trouser feeling the pain of his erection and moaned as he pleasured him imagining his secretary over his desk and playing with herself moaning his name.
Oh God, please stop! Stop thinking about her doing that while I fuck myself silly. He groaned as he came and collapsed against the wall breathing heavily. "Ava," he murmured to himself as he tried to regain his breath. "What a piece of work you are." He needed her under him and that too soon. He cannot do this more. He needed her and he needed to be in her. "Oh Ava, how much I love to fuck you senseless." He whispered picking up his phone and calling his secretary.