"I'm hungry" I whine as Nayel continues to place wet kisses down my throat, his right hand casually squeezing my naked tit.
"I have something that can keep your mouth full" Nayel smirks tracing his fingers up and down my arms.
"Sucking your dick won't make me any less hungry" I roll my eyes playfully.
"Well, you won't know unless you try it huh?" Nayel licks his lips.
"How are you still so horny after we've been at this for over an hour?" I joke wrapping my arms around Nayel's neck.
"I'm insatiable when it comes to you baby" Nayel growls in my ear kissing my jaw.
"Uh-huh," I tease him as I press my lips onto his. Nayel wastes no time shoving his tongue down my throat, his hand once again found my tits squeezing my flesh in his palm. I tug at his hair pulling him closer to my body. Nayel started rubbing my nipples teasing me as his tongue explored my mouth hungrily.
"Jefferson" I hear a loud manly voice outside the room, "Yo Nayel!" the man shouts.
Nayel pulls away from me and laughs, "No fucking way" he shakes his head getting off me.
"Who's that?" I ask sitting up on the bed.
"An old friend" Nayel smiles quickly pulling on his sweatpants followed by his shirt as he rushes out of the room. Hmm okay? I sit there confused debating on whether I should even go see who this mysterious person is or if should I stay in this room forever?
I pull the covers off my body and put on the jeans I was wearing earlier today followed by one of Nayel's Harvard sweatshirts. I fix my hair and head downstairs. I could hear Nayel laughing loudly with another man. I don't think I've ever heard Nayel so cheery, it makes me delighted seeing him like this.
As I ascend down the stairs I see Nayel sitting on the couch, in front of him was a man whose back was towards me chatting like old buddies. Nayel's eyes meet mine, the shadow of a smile appearing at his lips, "Hey I was wondering if you fell asleep or were hiding in the room"
"Nah I was just trying to climb out of the window but it wouldn't budge" I shrug and Nayel chuckles.
I approach the men and the man who was sitting opposite Nayel stands up. He had emerald green eyes and sandy brown hair, he was tall but not as tall as Nayel maybe 5'11? He had freckles and pale skin. The man was wearing a blue shirt with black joggers. He had a boyish grin present on his face.
"Maria this is Dean, Dean Arnold. He's my friend from college" Nayel introduces me to him.
"Hi," I say waving my hand across his face.
"Dean, this is Maria Reynolds," Nayel says and Dean nods.
"Ah, so this is Maria." Dean grins shaking his head.
"The one and only" I smile at him.
"Let me get you a drink, still only have Manhanttan's?" Nayel asks walking to the kitchen.
"You know me so well pal" Dean smiles resting his hand on Nayel's shoulder.
"You want anything, Ria?" Nayel asks turning to me.
"I'm good," I say sitting on the couch.
"Be right back then" Nayel says leaving Dean and me alone.
"So Dean are you from New York?" I ask trying to make small talk.
"Nah, I'm from Georgia but currently I work in San Fran" Dean was still grinning at me brightly.
"Cool, what do you do for work?"
"I'm in publishing" Dean nods as his eyes look me up and down.
"That's interesting" I smile, trying to be polite.
"So how did you and Jefferson meet?" Dean asks.
"Oh umm, I work at Jefferson Legal," I say shifting in my seat uncomfortably as I always dread answering that question.
Dean laughs, "Oh shit no way"
"Yup," I said rather awkwardly.
"You look young, what are you the receptionist or something?" Dean says in a rather condescending tone.
"I'm Nayel's assistant," I say simply.
"Ah, how convenient." Dean grins, "You know I love being a man but there are times where I'm so envious of women. The places I would be if I had a pretty face and a good body. Life is so much easier for women especially at work when all it takes is one smile to make your boss do anything you ask of him."
I could feel the blood rushing through my head, to say I was furious would be an understatement. I open my mouth to set this misogynistic prick in his place but Nayel walks back from the kitchen with a smile on his face, "A Manhattan on the rocks" He says handing the drink to Dean taking a seat next to me and I suddenly lost all words in my throat.
"How's work, Jefferson?" Dean asks taking a sip of his drink.
"The usual, hectic and time-consuming" Nayel shrugs casually.
"But you're making great money that must help with the ladies since you aren't the smoothest fella" Dean grins, looking at me for a second.
Nayel chuckles, "That is not the only thing women want from a man"
Dean rolls his eyes, "C'mon we both know that's the most important thing"
I scoff rather loudly at his comment making him laugh, "Sorry Maria, I don't mean to offend" He says smirking at me.
"It's just an insanely misogynistic way of thinking you have" I snap back.
Dean laughs yet again, "She's feisty Nayel, you better run"
"Relax Dean," Nayel says in a low tone.
"I'm just stating simple stats, women like successful men because at the end of the day women like getting things the easy way. This whole feminism movement is a fraud, no one really cares about equality when at the end of the day every girl with a pretty face is going to marry a millionaire because that means she can stay home all day and shop" Dean shrugs.
"What?" I snap, "That's such a sexist backward minded ideology you have"
"You don't think women chase things that are easier than men?" Dean counters back.
"Not at all" I frown at him.
"Says the girl who's dating her boss" Dean smirks victoriously.
"So? I am literally not dating Nayel because it benefits me, it's because I like him for who he is" I snap back.
"And for what he has in his bank account" Dean mutters under his breath, staring at me in amusement.
"Dean, drop it," Nayel says rather casually as if his best friend isn't accusing me of being a gold digger right now.
"You two aren't actually together are you?" Dean looks at us strangely.
"We are," Nayel says resting his hand on my knee.
Dean scoffs, "For real? Guys like us don't settle."
Nayel chuckles, "Speak for yourself buddy"
"Don't be a pussy Nayel, we are too young to settle" Dean smirks at me making me want to claw his eyes out.
"Maybe that's your way of life Dean, not mine" Nayel shrugs.
"We'll see how long this office love affair lasts" Dean grins, "after all, I always thought you'd end up with a blonde babe" Deans shrugs.
"What brings you to town Arnold? You don't call, you don't text you just show up out of the blue what's up?" Nayel asks changing the subject. I wish Nayel would try to defend me a little or say something more affirmative about our relationship because the fuck is wrong with this Dean?
After spending 20 minutes with them I could not handle being around Dean anymore so I decided to leave. To my surprise, Nayel didn't ask me to stay longer or check-in to see if I was okay or why I wasn't spending the night because he was clearly too preoccupied with his best friend to notice how insulted and humiliated I felt when his friend was talking to me like that. Why are guys such oblivious jerks for fucks sake?