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Not home,I replied.
Immediately he texted back.Where are you?
This man had me frowning.I had a work function tonight. Maybe we can get together tomorrow night.
Zane clearly didn’t care and replied with,Stank, tell me where you are.
Goodnight, Zane.I rolled my eyes because this man really thought he was running shit.
Well, he has been giving you the best dick of your life, the little thought twisted itself inside of my brain as my phone started vibrating. The motherfucker had started calling and was probably thinking I was going to answer his call like I was one of his stripper groupies.
“Do you need to take that?” Will asked.
“Nope,” I offered him a playful smile.
Will and I drank another glass of wine and talked for another hour before leaving the restaurant. We noted the time as we waited for the valet to bring our cars around.
“This was nice,” I nodded.
He stuck out his hand. “Friends?”
“Always,” I replied, taking his hand and shaking it firmly.
His car arrived first and he left. I knew he was headed home to his wife and kids. He had talked about them through our second glass of wine. His oldest was tall at the age of eight and played classical piano.
I think he realized he loved his wife more than he knew and that he was barking up the wrong tree.
When I finally made it home, I found Zane Bishop waiting for me. Butterflies wrestled themselves loose in my belly and my pussy gave an immediate quiver.
“I never should have given you my address,” I muttered as I stepped out of my car.
He came in close and I saw he had flowers. “Quit lying to yourself and me.”
Opening the door to my house I counted how many sexual encounters we’d had in this house. I was nearly through my count down when I noticed my gris-gris bag was back where I’d put it.
“This house is haunted,” I shook my head.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I replied. “Also, I didn’t invite you in.”
He ignored me and went about locking the front door. After he sat the flowers down, he moved in close.
“I saw you tonight,” Zane offered.
“What?” My eyes grew wide at his words.
Roughly, his thumb swiped over my mouth and I knew he was smearing my cherry red lipstick.
Stunned, I couldn’t move. “What are you doing?”
“I saw him, the way he was staring at your mouth?” Zane smirked.
“You’re insane!”
“Don’t wear this color to your office again.”
“First, he is my boss. Second, he’s married. Third, how did you see me?”
