DAISY JOYCE
As the first light of day broke, warm golden rays flooded the kitchen, creating a cozy atmosphere that danced across the counters. The tempting aroma of freshly baked cookies was about to fill the air, and I hoped they would help mend things with Damond after our argument the day before. I quickly gathered flour, sugar, and rich chocolate chips, picturing the smile on his face when he took his first bite.
Just as I finished sliding the last tray into the oven, I heard footsteps from the sitting room, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I hurried to meet him, feeling the tension in the air.
"Si… Danny," I called out hesitantly, unsure if I used the name out of habit or hope. He paused, and an annoyed frown crossed his face.
"Mind your words. I'm not Danny," he snapped coldly, his gaze sharp like a predator sizing up its prey.
I felt a wave of regret wash over me. "I'm really sorry about yesterday," I stammered, eager to make amends. "Please try these cookies. Trust me; you'll love them. It's my favorite recipe…"
"Oh, so just a little incident? Is that what you call it? You've forgotten your place. You work here, you're not my wife," he shot back, his words filled with scorn.
My heart sank. "That's why I'm apologizing. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I truly am sorry. And I know that I shouldn't—" But he cut me off, his voice sharp.
"Hypocrite. Do you really think I can't just replace you? Who do you think you are?" Damond snapped, brushing aside the cookies I had made with care.
In a heartbeat, the cookies slipped from my hands, crashing to the floor like my broken hopes. My efforts lay scattered, just like the pieces of my spirit, as he dismissed both the treats and me.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered the broken pieces of my creation, refusing to let his harsh words ruin my day. The kitchen staff gathered around, their laughter and chatter wrapping me in a warm blanket of camaraderie. I offered them the treats instead, and their smiles reminded me of my purpose here.
As I took a moment to breathe, my thoughts drifted to the future. "I need to think about my plans for a business. Should I consider using him to get ahead? Acting—yes! That's my passion! His connections could help me," I pondered, wrestling with the idea of using someone for my own benefit. "But wait, isn't that a bit sneaky? I'll figure it out when the time comes," I told myself, feeling determined despite the ethical dilemma.
Lost in my thoughts, a curious voice interrupted me. "Ma, what are you thinking about?" Aliya, one of the maids, approached with wide, interested eyes.
"Oh, just some random stuff," I said, shaking off my daydreams. "But hey, can I ask you something?"
"Of course!" she replied eagerly, her eyes sparkling.
"I came here for work, but does Damond have anyone special in his life? A girlfriend or something?" I inquired, my curiosity growing.
"Hmm, I'm not sure. I've heard rumors that he sees different women quite often, but it seems more about business for him. Maybe you could change that," Aliya suggested playfully.
"Wow, so he's dating a new woman every night?" I laughed, slightly incredulous. "I mean, how could that even be—"
"Yes, it seems like it. But remember, we're all here to work. It's just business," she responded, nodding wisely.
"From now on, we're friends! I want people like you around. We can be partners in this!" I declared with a big smile, excited to build a connection in this busy environment.
Just as we began to bond, my phone buzzed insistently, breaking the moment. The sharp voice on the other end reminded me, "Are you forgetting you're meeting my parents today?"
"Oh no! I completely lost track of time!" Panic hit me as I glanced at the clock. "I'll get dressed right now!"
"Good luck!" Aliya said warmly as I rushed to gather my things.
"Thanks! I'm really sorry, but I need to get ready for this meeting. My day is just getting started," I replied, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in me as I dashed toward my room, determined to make a lasting impression.
DAMOND CHRIS
I was at my office, enjoying the company of a woman named Lena. I had arranged to spend time with her because it brought me happiness. It's true that money can open many doors. Just like how I paid for your presence, which made this moment possible for me.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm simply fulfilling my duty," she replied with a playful smile, licking my sausage. Oh! Hmm ahh, I groaned.
So you have a weak point, she said, so I squeezed my dick a little harder. It made me let out a loud groan that could just be heard by anyone passing by. "Good job," I said to her, then I grabbed her boobs by squeezing them hard.
"Ahh," she moaned, then I started sucking them. Darn it, money can give good pleasure, I said to myself. I placed her butt in between my legs. I was about to entrust her when a call spoiled the great moment.
Who would call me at this hour? I glanced at my phone and felt a wave of dread wash over me as I saw the name. Oh no, it's Mom.
"Hey there, sweetheart! We can't wait to see you and your wife! I'm so excited to finally meet her!" Her cheerful tone made me smile, despite the looming panic.
"Sounds great, Mom! We're on our way," I said, quickly hanging up. But then the reality sank in—I couldn't leave the house looking like this. I might not have seen my reflection, but I could tell I was a mess. It was definitely time for a quick cleanup.
"Look, we can't just go out like this," I said, trying to pull myself together.
"But we haven't even started yet!" Lena replied, looking confused and a bit let down. It was clear there was still so much to figure out.
"Don't you see that we're finished here? Please go to the receptionist and give them your bank information. Your payment will be sent to you right away."
I gave a comforting nod, trying to help calm the situation, and said, "I'll give you a call later."
Sincerely, I wasn't done because I had not gotten to the climax, and my sausage was erecting, I decided to take a quick shower in the office bathroom, hoping it would help clear my mind from all the chaos I was feeling. After feeling refreshed and getting dressed, I picked up my phone to call Daisy, telling her to get ready because I was on my way to pick her up to meet my parents. As I walked out into the hallway, I called out, "Moore, get the car!" "Yes sir!" he answered instantly, and I felt a little more relaxed.