Anna Rose Valez
I couldn't sleep. So I was left watching television. He wasn't probably on his bed because he's on the bar. It was already eleven in the evening when my phone started ringing. I reach it and answer it since it's Warren.
"Hello?"
"Is this Anna Rose?"
"Yes. May I know who this is?"
"This is from the bar of the hotel, second floor. Mr. Cabello is drunk and I couldn't stop him from drinking. Had to drink a bottle of whiskey."
"I'll be down there." I hang up and reach my robe and put my slippers on. Damn, did he intoxicate himself?
I punch the second floor on the elevator and reach the bar. I found Warren on the bar counter pouring himself another glass. I run to him and reach it putting it down. He looked at me with sleepy eyes and smile slowly.
"Hey,"
"Hey yourself." I reach his phone, wallet, and thank the barman. "Come on. You need to go to your room. You are drunk and very much," I groan and pull him. He wrapped his arms around me, his heavyweight makes me flinch. "Damn, I don't even like the smell of leaking alcohol."
I put his left arm around my shoulder and wrapped my other arm around him. He giggles and kisses my temple.
"You damn smell good." He started kissing me on my cheek and my neck. Licked me and I nudge him.
I push the elevator button and waited for it to open. Warren kept on caressing me and kissing me. I push his face telling him to stop it because it was so fucking annoying. Because I hate it that he is drunk and now I have to nurse him.
"Anna," he murmured on my ear. The elevator opens and we get in. I push him inside and punch our floor. "Anna, I swear. I have never been attracted to anyone like this. It drives me crazy." He pinned me on the wall and kisses my mouth. It wasn't careful. It was pure of lust. I push him again and told him to steady himself. He did behave on the corner looking all vulnerable.
I put my arms around him again and slid his card on the door. I tried to keep our balance until I put him on the bed. I remove his shoes and socks. Then next is his sweater. He muttered something and I ignore it and suddenly it became vivid.
"Diane…" I stop and listen to him mutter 'sorry' and the name of 'Diane.' I slid off from the bed and heard a thud. I look at the wallet on the floor. I was about to pick it up when a photo caught me. I pick it up and stare at the beautiful young woman on the photo, smiling genuinely. "Anna," I glance at him and put his phone and wallet on the side table.
I cover the duvet on him and told him to sleep. I went to my room and wanted to lock myself. Who is Diane? And how could he call me when he had someone else he loves? How could he fool with me? I never wish to be a rebound or something. I don't want to fall in love with him. I don't want to get hurt.
I reach my laptop and search for his name. He was on few articles and nothing else. Just about his bibliography and then the name of his wife, Diane… deceased. I stop and closes it. His wife is dead? He married her at the age of Twenty-two while Diane is at the age of twenty. Now I know about it, it's been eight years.
I take a sleeping pill. I wanted to sleep. Deep sleep and wish that yesterday was just a dream. His kiss, his touch. It all bothers me. Just as I am sleeping, I felt a warm touch, warm kisses, the smell of mint and citrus.
"Anna," he groaned. I open my eyes to see him over me and bent down to kiss my lips. "Oh, Anna. I dream about you." I push myself up and he moved backward.
"You alright? Do you want water or coffee?" he hugged me tight and kisses my neck and cheek.
"Anna."
"Warren, what's wrong?"
"I want you, badly."
"Warren, are you sober?" He smelled fresh and probably had brushed his teeth already.
"Just give me this moment." I push him.
"You know what? It's not appropriate to come here on my bed and begged for the moment you wanted badly. I, need, to, sleep." I punctuated every last word so he could understand it. "We got a meeting at nine and then—"
"Fuck the meeting." He murmured. "I wanted you right now. Even in my sleep, you always appear. It scares me."
I chuckled. "Was it a horror dream?"
He glowered at me. I drop my funny face. "Okay, I'm sorry. But Warren, you are my boss and I have my rights, so, please. It's—" I glance at the clock. "Two in the morning for God's sake. I had just fallen asleep."
"Can I sleep here for a while?"
"What?!" I frown. "No!"
"How about pillow barriers? It's just—I don't know what to do. You are driving me crazy." I open the lampshade and he damn looked so bad. Anxiousness is all around his face and he looked pale.
I went to the small fridge and fetch cold water. I gave it to him and he took it. I went to the cabinet where I found a few pillows and put it in the middle of the big bed as a barrier. Maybe the bed was one of the reasons that I couldn't sleep. It was too big for me.
"Just this night?" I asked him. He nodded and settled on the right side. I pull the duvet and cover it to him and I turn off the lampshade. I turn back from him to sleep. Then I turn around finding him staring at me. "What's your dream about?"
"I won't tell you." He utter. "Unless you let me make love to you." That just makes me baffled. He's straight.
"Warren, can you please stop that. It makes me uncomfortable." He reached my face and flicked my forehead. I winced and glower at him.
"You are so adorable. I tell you what? I had seen that breast of yours. It's full and round and then the beautiful curves of your body and that—"
"Stop it!" I almost scream at him and pull the cushion, turn back from him, and pressed it on my ear. There's a moment of silence, I slowly turn to him and found him hugging the pillow barriers and snoring lightly. What a sight to see. He might be still in mourn.
I woke up, warm, and aroused. A heavy arm wrapped around me, skimming my abdominal. I might be fat but those parts are very sensitive to me. I felt a warm skin pressing on the earlobe. I gasped and slowly turn to him. He captured my lips and smile at me.
I push myself up and look away from him. I don't droll when I am sleeping but I surely have white dirt on my eyes and morning breath. Still, his arm is on me and he kisses my showing bare shoulder because of my oversize shirt and wide collar.
"Anna, you can't say no again. Your body tells all the different things that I wanted to know." I shiver on his voice. The good tingling shiver that sent swirling sensation on my goddess, waking me up from the seductive sensation that pulls me like a magnet to him.
"Warren, I can't."
"You can. You just don't want to let yourself free from it." I gently push his hands away from me and I walk to the bathroom, almost running away from him. I wash my face with cold water and my mouth. I breathed heavily.
I am so lucky that I could still free myself from this spell that was given to me. He's straightforward. He knows everything about me. He knows my body than I knew about it. I wipe my face and wash my mouth again and again.
"Anna," he knocks on the door. "We will have breakfast outside, before our next appointment."
"Do you want me to make reservations?"
"No. We will be out in thirty minutes."
"Okay." I remove my shirt and put it on the empty laundry basket. Where the housekeepers gather it and bring it back clean. I have to keep my garnets and wash them all by myself. It's just embarrassing to make them even wash my garnets.
I came up after like fifteen minutes and found him sitting on my bed and reading one of the most erotic romance books that he picked. He's wearing a collared shirt, over was a wool sweater and casual jeans.
"What are you doing here?" He lifted the book.
"Reading."
"You can take that since you pay for it." He grinned slowly.
"I wanted to watch you strip in front of me. That's just more exciting while reading something like this."
"I don't think that's ethical, sir."
"Go put something on, before I toss you here on the bed and make love to you." A jolt of electricity rushed me to the closet. I pick casual clothes and run to the bathroom, put it a lotion quickly, and cream on my face. Fix my brows and then put a lip moisturizer. I comb my hair and roll it into a bun.
I came out picking my jacket from the closet and put my phone and my wallet on my sling clutch bag.
"Ready to go?" I ask him.
"Hmm," he shook his head, focusing on the book. "You that hungry? Because I'm very starving."
"If you are starving, then we should go."
"I wasn't referring to food." He rose his eyes to me, burning in desire. ���I was referring to stripping that clothes off, laying you down on the table, and make you come, a lot."
That makes my breath hitches. That works. Imagining it, on a dining table, all naked, he is looking down at me like a hungry predator. I shook my head and walk toward the door opening it wide.
"I wanted to make this clear again, Mr. Cabello. I work for you, as your assistant. Those fantasies should remain fantasies and shall never interrupt my work." He closes the book and walked toward me. He towered me and I am afraid that he'll toss me to bed right now. He gently scooped my cheek and caressed his thumb across my lips.
"I'll have you tonight. Because you are going to give up yourself to me. Those nipples are hard right now, ready to pop out from your covers. I know it because I can feel your body tense on my every word. I can feel your breath hitches and wanted it to be more breathless as I take you."
"I—please stop," I mutter.
"Stop what?" he bent down and suck my lower lips. I sigh in relief and hold on him. He closed the door and pinned me on the wall. His tongue thrust inside me. It lifted my soul and he's taking it from me.
"Ahhh," I gasped some air and pull him closer to me as his hard body pressed hard on me. His erection pressed on my stomach.
"Yes, Anna." He lifted my shirt and kissed my swollen breasts. "Oh, it's so beautiful." He looked up at me and licked my right globes slowly as he pulled the fabric of my lacey bra and flick his tongue on my hard nipples. "Hmmm." He moans and does it on the other one. His eyes widen when I felt a release from my swollen breast that exploded. He kept sucking until lots of from it are coming out. He squeezed the other one and white thing from my breast jetted out to his palm.
"What's that?" I mutter.
"It's milk!" he kept sucking. I breathed, my eyes rolled in delight.
"How is that even possible?"
"Oh, it is possible and now I am fully aroused." Damn, how is it possible to release milk if I never get pregnant or not pregnant at all? But it felt so good. He kisses me and I tasted my milk.
"Delicious right?" he grins and kisses me more and started milking my breasts.
"Warren," I utter, my hands fisted his small hairs, my back arcs for him to get more access. "We shouldn't do this." He pulled me and go back to my mouth, then shush me.
"Baby, your body wants me. My body is dying to have you." His right-hand circles the small of my back. "I won't take you at this moment." His voice is sultry as ever. He fixed my brasserie and then pull down my shirt. "I would love to milk your breast." I gape on what he said.
"I think it wasn't milk," I mumbled.
He chuckled, pulling me closer to him.
"Sweetheart, you're a woman. Milk coming from you is normal." He scooped my breasts and squeeze it, admiring it. He looked at me in my eyes and caress my face. "You are so beautiful, Anna." I never did felt so beautiful around anyone. He made me feel it. He made me beautiful. "We probably should go before I toss you on the bed and make love to you all day."
"You were the one who attacked me," I mutter and push him and open the door. I heard him snigger and hold my hips pressing his body on my back. Damn, he did press his crotch on me. I felt his hard-on there.
"I couldn't stop it. It's you, who made me like this." He muttered on my ear-biting my earlobe lightly.