"Oh fuck!" The blonde screams as she bounces yet again on his flaccid rod. Her mouth widens in a silent scream as she came for the fourth time even if the man she was pleasuring didn't come once.
When she came down from her high, she climbs down from his lap and then scowls when she sees his rod is still flat. Of course, any woman would be frustrated. She is the best in the business and Tony assured that she would give him release but... the same result.
Briana frowns deeply before she gathers her clothes and runs to the door. She is met with a hopeful Tony who already had a huge smile on his face.
"I swear that man has no testosterone!" Then she stomps out.
"Your balance is going into your account right now. It's nice doing business with you." The strange man briskly walks out, brushing the manager's shoulder as he moved.
There is something about the way he walked. It is kind of compelling. His mere gaze commands obedience and attention. His squared and sharp shoulder blades hung high. The ripples of his chest could be seen through his white dress shirt accompanied by his navy blue Armani suit.
Xavier Morreti is the stereotypic billionaire CEO. He fits the perfect drop-dead gorgeous playboy who could get whatever he wanted with the snap of his finger. All this were true, except for one thing. He couldn't get 'everything' he wanted. He wants release, badly. Release, both sexually and emotionally. He is almost desperate. His manhood would hurt once in a while. He had even gone to the hospital for a checkup but they say nothing wrong. He is bothered.
"Straight home, Leo." Xavier instructs his driver, who nods before starting the car and driving away from the strip-club.
It is another of his timely visit to LowiSe. He doesn't know why he keeps going there when he gets the same result. This frustration was slowly turning into anger and Xavier knows that too well. His strong calculative eyes stares out through his tinted window. His eyes catches the name of a small diner with a big 'D&Js' on top, he frowns deeply in disgust when he sees a black woman with long hair disposing trash in the large trash can.
After a few minutes, Leo announces their arrival to the magnificent penthouse. Xavier is not in any way lonely. No, he just loves his privacy. No one knows where his room is, not even Leo or his grandma. He is like an enigma.
"Welcome home Mr. Xavier," Maria, Xavier's irregular cook and housekeeper, pauses in her dusting and greets a tired Xavier, who waves his hand in apprehension.
He goes to his private elevator that is exclusively used by him and no one else. When he reaches the underground floor, he steps out and immediately starts taking off his clothes in order to wash off the traces of the professional whore's ministrations.
He takes an unnecessarily long bath, soaking himself in the lukewarm water while absentmindedly stroking his aching rod. When was the last time he got release? 2 years? Yeah, it was that serious.
He sighs before pushing away his strawberry blonde shoulder length hair from his eyes. After some time, he remembers that Maria will soon come to announce his lunch was ready, so he steps out and doesn't bother to cover himself. Sweet freedom.
A wave of fatigue rushes over him. He tells Maria-through the intercom-that he would be skipping lunch and dinner and wishes her a good night.
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"I'm home." Natalie wishes there was more enthusiasm in her tone.
Joel pops his head from the kitchen where he just finished eating dinner. "Hey piece of shit, dinner was good today. The kitchen is dirty, go clean it up."
"Joel... I...um...please I'm so tired. I'll clean up after I take a nap. Please?" Nat stutters.
Joel stops in his tracks, turns around dramatically, his brows almost touching the ceiling.
"Bitch whatcha say?"
Joel takes a step forward which causes Natalie to take three backwards, one isn't foolproof.
"Um...nothing! Nothing!" Nat squeaks in fear. She could feel her heart beating in her ears. She is terrified, nothing new. Work has been so stressful behind the counter. Orders came in non-stop and it was like the universe was toying with her.
"I thought so, bitch." Joel spits at her, literally. The blob of spit lands on the right side of her nose.
Nat finally lets out a sigh when Joel leaves the kitchen, not before breaking a coffee mug. *Yup, that's my boyfriend*, she thinks with a wince.
She drops her small bag then heads to the wash sink to wash off the disgusting liquid on her face. The dirty dishes were not supposed to be many but Joel made sure to add some clean plates, therefore adding more stress to her already miserable life.
Clearing the dishes takes longer than usual. Maybe it was because Joel adamantly refused to buy a dishwasher. A tired Nat stumbles to the bedroom she shares with her boyfriend, who is already snoring. A small smile stretches on Nat's shaky lip, she goes in to the bathroom to take a shower.
She considers taking a long bath where she'd possibly fall asleep and slip on the tiles and crack her skull open. She shakes her head in order to get rid of negative thoughts.
She comes out wrapped in a blue hard towel. Joel never allows her to use any of the white fluffy towels, he'd always say she'll stain them. She goes to her side of the closet and picks out a pyjamas set and blankets. You'd be wondering why she wasn't wearing his T-shirt to sleep or all those romantic shit. Joel will never allow it.
So, she places as many blankets on the floor then lies on it, snuggling to it while staring at the lump on the large queen-sized bed.
"Goodnight Joe."