It's almost eight-thirty and still he is not done with his meeting. His assistant Carol, kept on apologizing to me on his behalf. She kept me company most of the time when she isn't busy answering all of his phone calls which was blaring 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 won't settle in. I don't know why I'm nervous. Is 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'm standing over the glass window wearing my green scrubsuits, minus my labcoat now, arms crossed against my chest, looking over the city night lights. 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 are alone and no other employee/visitor is around. She is a very warm, likable person and that's why I felt closer to her.
Right now, she is 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 quiet sure but they are like cousins maybe'.
'Cousins', I whispered. No wonder Eric is very fond of her. Almost like she had him wrapped around her finger. But no cousins are seen dating all the time as what those tabloid photos shows, I said to myself.
'She's very popular' Carol continued. 'She used to model for DKNY and Klein. Most of the ladies and men here admires her so much. She is very charming and thoughtful, too unlike what they used to write in those magazines about her. Portia and Eric were both well-known celebrities in those years', she said 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 is 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's not the Nicolaa standing infront of her. For that Nocolaa is long gone. Here with her is a woman driving 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 to keep me company', I smiled at her so she won't feel like I'm booting her out.
'Actually I'm also waiting for my husband' she grinned. 'He's 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 did with his mom. My husband was like that too when he was working 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 but 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 experience. After six months of working with him, I was surprised to learn he also hired my husband to be his assistant too. 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 has that princely attitude of saving damsels in distress. In my case, 'forcing' a damsel full of distress.
'He has such a good man. His younger brother Shawn is like him too 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 for he never wanted this subject to be brought up again'.
'Okay, what is it?', she asked, frowning slightly.
'Do--', I hesitated. 'Do you know the identity of the woman in that painting outside, hanging infront of your desk?'
'No', she blinked. 'No, I don't. But what I know is that he painted that one when he was about twenty years old. Two years after he met an accident from the race'.
I kept quiet.
'He used to race when he was younger. It was a head on collision. His car was in 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 he 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 her, he must be dead right now. He said she saved his life'.
'Have you met her?'
'No, no one even know 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'.
***
Woman in his dreams.
How can you compete with someone you don't even know of? Does she even exist in this world?
I know it's not Portia, I'm sure of that now for according to Carol he never mentioned a name.
We never had that 'talk' last night for 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 can't sleep anymore so I nudged him awake. Both of us in the nude, I wasn't aware I don't have my clothes on when I woke up. It's Saturday, six in the morning. No work for the both of us.
He groaned, obviously pissed for being disturbed.
'Psst...'
'Who?', he asked, his deep, sexy, drowsy voice resounding.
'The lady in your painting?'
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'll tell you about her next time', then he covered his face with a pillow. Lying 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's playing with me alright. For how can he make those paintings we never met before during those years?
I pouted, my frustration growing 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 know he loves my titties and he finds them irresistible.
'Hmm... Keep going baby', I can hear his smile while he murmured.
'Do you like that?', I teased, in a seductress voice. Catching his earlobe in my mouth, sucking it.
He groaned with pleasure.
That's 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 of his skin against mine makes me pant like a bitch in heat.
'I can feel you dripping'.
'Yes baby, 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, exageratedly. His huge cock jutting out like a flagpole.
'It's all yours for the taking'.
I licked my lower lip in response.
I grabbed it in my small hands, started rubbing 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 can 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 it's 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 make, every squishing and sucking sound I do, makes him lose his mind totally.
When I felt his on the verge of no return, I deepthroat him as far as my mouth can 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'm not done yet.
He grinned, he knew I want his fucking.
He manuevered and gently pushed me beneath him as I giggled.
His mouth captured my nipples, sucked hard as his hand slowly massaged the other. God, he really adores my breasts though I find them so awkward for they are so big for my body built.
He never left them alone even when his mouth was licking my dripping pussy, his hands were squeezing my titties. They are 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 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 entered me, and oh what a sweet ecstasy that is. Both watching each other's reaction, both gasping in anticipation.
'Damn! 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?'. Panting.
'Yes.... M-more...'. Pleading.
'This?'
'Uh-uhuh...'
'This?'
'Yes! Yes! Oh baby, I'm gonna cum!'.
Suddenly, he stopped.
'Not yet', he teased.
'What?!'. Aghast.
'Hold it in, baby', he whispered.
'No, oh please no. B-baby I-I wanna cum now!'
'I know but I want to prolong this'.
Shit, this is torture!
'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 wanna cum so bad, if he won't do it, I'll 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 is so huge and deliciously thick inside me.
As he clutched my hair for my pussy drips 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 awhile ago.
As we.
Fuck.
***
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 awhile 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. 'Okay okay, but I won't stay longer than that'.
I showed him my disappointment.
He laughed.
'Oh come on baby, 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 grinned.
'I promised to drive faster'.
'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 cast a spell upon me with those expressive blue eyes.
'Nic, I won't take long, I promise'
I nodded my head in agreement but my poor nerves are rapidly increasing. I don't like this feeling.
Na-ah, not one bit.