It was almost eight-thirty in the evening and still he was hooked with his board meeting. His assistant Carol, kept on apologizing to me on his behalf. She stayed and kept me company most of the time when she wasn't busy answering all of his business phone calls which blared excessively almost every twenty minutes.
I asked her why she didn't accompany him, just to learn that he has another male assistant who was tasked to do that.
She ordered dinner for us but I refused to eat them. My tummy wouldn't settle down. I didn't know why I was nervous.
Was it because of the 'talk' he promised to have with me tonight?
"Carol, what do you know of Miss Arradi?", I asked her while I stood over the glass window wearing my green scrubsuits, minus my labcoat now, arms crossed against my chest. I stared at the skyline city night lights which were visible from the top floor of his office building. My back was turned away from her. The past five hours I spent with her made me feel relax around her.
She told me a lot about her years working with him and that she usually calls Eric by his name only when they were alone and no other employee/visitor was around. She was a very warm, likable person and that was why I felt closer to her.
Right now, she was munching on some pastries.
"She and her family are one of the Morrison's business partners. I know they are very close too, more like childhood friends since their family are related."
"Related? How so?", I frowned slightly, glancing over my shoulder.
"I'm not quite sure but they are like cousins maybe."
"Cousins", I whispered. No wonder Eric was fond of her. Almost like she had him wrapped around her finger. But no cousins were seen dating all the time, as what those tabloid photos depicted, I said to myself.
"She's a professional model", Carol continued. "She used to do runway for DKNY and Klein. Most of the ladies and men here admires her so much. She is charming and thoughtful, unlike what they used to write in those magazines about her. Portia and Eric were both well-known celebrities during their younger years", she stated admirably.
"How many times does she go out with him?", I sounded like a police officer in an interrogation room.
"They usually go out all the time", Carol answered, unaware my mind was full of spite towards her idol. "Especially now that the company is expanding. Oh, how tiresome could Eric be with all these long meetings and travels he needs to attend to. I'm so glad he married such an understanding and patient woman like you. He really needs some good pampering and tending after his long day at work, you know", she said teasingly.
I bit my lip.
Guilty.
Understanding?
Patient?
That was not the Nicolaa standing infront of her. For that Nocolaa was long gone. Here with her was a woman driven with scorn. A Nicolaa who made herself loca, full of hate and insecurities towards a blonde ex-model turned businesswoman.
I took a deep breath.
"Carol, it's almost nine, you can go home now. I know you stayed here just to keep me company", I smiled at her so she wouldn't feel like I booted her out.
"Actually I'm also waiting for my husband", she grinned. "He's currently with your husband".
"Oh!", I giggled. "How clumsy of me."
"It's alright. Eric doesn't involve you with his line of work, I presumed."
My face sombered.
"No, he never did. This is my first time to come here."
"He doesn't want to burden you like how his dad was with his mom. My husband was like that, too. He used to work as an office clerk but when we had three kids, I forced him to let me find a job of my own. It's not easy to send all those babies to school at the same time with the amount of salary he was receiving before we came here. Eric is such a God-send to us. He was only twenty-two when he took over the company and let his father retire early. He was very ambitious and motivated that I was so shocked when hired me immediately even with my low qualifications and no job experiences. After six months of working with him, I was surprised to learn he also hired my husband to be his assistant. He said he doesn't want Greg to get suspicious why I go home very late at night", she laughed. "He is such a cheeky lad."
I smiled fondly. Eric had that princely attitude of saving damsels in distress. In my case, 'forcing' a damsel full of distress.
"He's such a great guy. His younger brother Shawn is like him, though that young man still needs some taming when it comes to ladies. The Morrisons are such amazing people. You are very lucky to be a part of their family, Nicolaa."
I nodded slowly. I walked towards her and sat on the couch infront of her.
"Carol, may I asked you something? But please, don't mention this to Eric because he never wanted this subject to be brought up again."
"Okay, what is it?", she asked, and frowned slightly.
"Do-", I hesitated. "Do you know the identity of the woman in those paintings outside, hanging infront of your desk?"
"No", she blinked. "No, I don't. What I heard is that he painted those when he was about twenty years old. Two years after he met an accident from on of his car race."
I kept quiet.
"He used to race when he was younger. It was a head on collision. His car caught flames but he was able to crawl out of it before he passed out. After learning about the accident, his father had a major heart attack but luckily Eric recovered afterwards. But Eric... He was in a persistent coma for almost three months that his family were in grave despair. He used to say to us that if it wasn't for that lady in his paintings, he must be dead right now. He said she saved his life."
"H-have you met her?"
"No, none of us did. No one even knows about this story except for his family and of course, Greg and I.
"Did he tell you her name?"
She smiled fondly at me.
"Who is she?", my heart beating and my breathing became faster.
"I dont know, he never mentioned her name but he said she... she's the woman of his dreams."
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Woman in his dreams.
How could you compete with someone you don't even know?
Does she even exist in this world?
I knew it was not Portia. I was sure of that now. According to Carol, he never mentioned a name.
We never had that 'talk' last night because I was already sleeping in his office couch when he came back from the meeting.
"Eric, who is she?", I said my thoughts aloud.
I couldn't sleep anymore, so I nudged him awake. Both of us in the nude. I unaware I didn't have my clothes on when I went to bed.
It was Saturday, six in the morning.
No work for the both of us.
He groaned, obviously upset for being disturbed.
"Psst..."
"Who?", he yawned, his deep, sexy, drowsy voice resounded.
"The lady in your paintings?"
He peeked at me with a sleepy eye. I showed him my puppy stubborn face.
"You asked Carol?"
"I did. I was curious". my frown deepened. I felt like pouting.
"I'll tell you about her next time", then he covered his face with a pillow and lied in a prone position.
I was shocked.
Oh no, you don't!
"Wake up! Wake up! You!"
"Baby, please let me sleep", he pleaded.
"You got to tell me a name, at least."
"Nicolaa."
"Hmp!"
"Baby, it's you."
I stared at him (his head behind the pillow) hard.
Dumfounded. Doubtful.
He was playing with me, alright. For how can he make those paintings of me when we never met during those years?
I pouted, my frustration grew. So I sat up, astride his hips.
When that didn't get his attention, I lied down and started rubbing my ample breasts and hardened nipple against his back. I knew he loved my titties and he found them irresistible.
"Hmm... Keep going baby", I could hear his smile while he murmured.
"Do you like that?", I teased, in a seductress voice. I caught his earlobe in my mouth and sucked it.
He groaned with pleasure.
That was my cue.
I started undulating hips. Letting him feel my warm, wet pussy, uncaring of leaving a trace of wetspot upon his muscled back.
Our breathing increased, both getting hot and horny.
Oh, just the feel of his skin against mine made me pant like a bitch in heat.
"I could feel you dripping."
"Yes, oh please fuck me."
He turned around with me still astride him. He threw his pillow across the room and it landed on the floor.
"Oh my Lord!", I exclaimed, exaggeratedly. His huge cock jutting out like a flagpole.
"It's all yours for the taking."
I licked my upper lip in response.
I grabbed it in my small hands, started rubbing his shaft up and down.
Tracing his warm flesh, the mushroom tip already slightly oozing with cum.
"Mmm...", I bit my lower lip tight, as if tasting him.
"Damn!", he cursed.
I gave him a fierce, saucy look as I slowly slide myself on his thighs towards his feet. Making sure he could feel my vaginal fluids spreading on his skin. I gave him a devilish smile as my head descended towards his awaiting cock. By the time my lips touch its head, he closed his eyes tightly, threw his head backward and growled like an animal in need.
His hands clutched my hair as I started paying homage my national anthem on his dick.
Every popping sound I made, every squishing and sucking sound I did, made him lose his mind totally.
When I felt he was on the verge of no return, I deepthroat him as far as my mouth could accomodate his size and thus he emptied his seed as I swallowed every drop.
"Damn baby, that's... woah!", He exclaimed in a shaky voice, his quivering cock still spurting cum.
I grinned as I licked my lips, feeling like a pussy cat myself.
I straddled his waist to let him know I wasn't not done yet.
He grinned. He knew I wanted his fucking.
He maneuvered and gently pushed me beneath him as I giggled.
His mouth captured my nipples. He sucked hard as his hand slowly massaged the other. God, he really adored my breasts though I found them so awkward for they were huge for my body built.
He never left them alone even when his mouth licked my dripping pussy, his hands were squeezing my titties. They were a bit sore nowadays but I ignored the pain for it heightened my pleasure.
His tongue thrusted in and out my pussy, not wanting to spare a single drop of my leaky cum.
"Oh Eric!", I screamed, quivering like a human vibrator, squeezing his head between my thighs, pulling his hair.
I was still climaxing when his cock suddenly entered me.
Oh, what a sweet ecstasy that was.
Both watching each other's reaction.
Both gasping in anticipation.
"Fuck, you feel so good everytime we make love, baby."
"So... so do you. Oh, Eric mmm... P-please deeper baby."
He thrust hard.
"Like this?, him, panting.
"Yes.... M-more...", me, pleading.
"More?"
"Uh-uhuh..."
"Rough?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh baby, I'm gonna cum!"
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Not yet", he teased.
"What?!", aghast.
"Hold it, baby", he whispered.
"No, oh please no. B-baby I-I wanna cum now!"
"I know but I want to prolong this."
Shit, this was torture!
My pussy twitched. It wanted to be pounded.
"Eric!", I reprimanded, angry and frustrated. I automatically wrapped my legs upon his waist and started undulating my hips up and down.
Feeling his hard cock filling my pussy.
"Shit! Baby stop that!"
"No!", I continued undulating. I really wanted to cum so bad.
If he wouldn't do it, then I would take over.
"Damn woman! You're stubborn!"
I grinned and he grinned then we kissed torridly.
As he thrust to and fro heavily.
As we both bit each other's lips due to overwhelming horniness.
As I scratched his back for his cock was so huge and deliciously thick inside me.
As he clutched my hair for my pussy dripped heavily against his cock.
As we both orgasmed and left the earth, went to heaven and back.
As we both forgot what we were talking about a while ago.
As we...
Fuck and became one.
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After that hot interlude in the bedroom, followed by another round of fuck in the kitchen counter, he drove me over to my family home.
While on the road, he seemed quiet distracted as I was engaging him in a conversation regarding my new adorable 3-year old patient who had a car accident and broke her leg in the turmoil.
"She wanted me to draw her that frozen character Olaf but I'm not good at it so will you please do me the favor?", I grinned, recollecting how she giggled when I sang the 'let it go' song from her favorite Disney movie.
He nodded absentmindedly.
I frowned.
"Is something wrong?"
He took a deep breath, glanced at me and smiled slightly.
"No", he exhaled. 'Not really. Nic, I'll drop you off then I need to go for a while to run some quick errands."
My frown deepened.
"But mom is expecting to have lunch with us. Eric you can't bail out on me like this."
He took a deep breath again
"I know', he glanced at me. "Al right, but I won't stay longer than that."
I showed him my disappointment.
He laughed.
"Oh come on Nic, I'll come back to fetch you. It wont even take longer than an hour. I just need to—"
"Go! I don't care! Don't worry about me, I'll take a cab home!", I crossed my arms upon my chest and pouted, looking outside the streets. "You can drop me off here so as not to inconvenienced you."
"That's out of the question."
I didn't reply.
He shook his head.
"I promised to drive faster to get to you."
'Oh, dont you dare!', I said angrily. My piercing eyes shot towards him, melting him on the spot.
What if he'll meet an accident again?
He smiled slightly and casted a spell upon me with those expressive blue eyes.
"Babe, I won't take long, I promise."
I nodded my head in agreement but my poor nerves were rapidly increasing. I didn't like this feeling.
Na-ah, not one bit.